Page 77 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

Ruger is a war hardened asshole. He’ll be back. I just don’t know when. I have to face Tamiya again. I have to face all of this right now. My feelings for Ruger. What we’ve done together. What’s going to happen when we split up? What about Eden? Zeus?

I face Tamiya and before I can think it through too deeply, I sigh and justspill it all out.

“He wants to kill my ex-boyfriend.”

“Curtis?” Tamiya says. At this point, she is just flexing her investigative abilities. I nod, because I can’t bear to say his name out loud. Part of me can’t believe this is where I’m drawing the line. But… How can I let Ruger kill an innocent man? It’s just not right.

“He’s annoying but… he’s not a criminal.”

“Annoying?” If I’m taking the bait, so be it. Who doesn’t want to have a bitch session about an old ex-boyfriend? Just a few minutes to make sure his life is going terribly. Nothing too crazy.

“I studied that man’s social media accounts for three days and I needed to do very inappropriate things to my husband to remind myself that normal men exist.”

Okay, damn. Go in.

“Not a crime to be annoying, though. Is that the problem?”

“Yes. Like Ruger gives a fuck.”

“What’s his problem? I’ve done the research. You went no contact long before… you know… and you never looked back.”

My shoulders relax immediately. She understands. She’s married to a biker. On some level, she gets it.

“I love Ruger.”

I can tellfrom her face that I went too far. It probably won’t even make her feel better that saying those words has me choked up. I haven’t even allowed myself to acknowledge my feelings for him. So naturally, they come spilling out at the worst time.

“The racist?” Tamiya blurts out.

Heat rushes to my cheeks. Tamiya covers her mouth. Someone has to rescue this conversation before I screw up even more.

“He… Him and I…”

I sound dumb. A loud knock on the door breaks the fucked up tension growing between us.

“Open the door, Gideon. I’m not getting up!” Tamiya calls out.

The door opensbut the man standing there isn’t Gideon.

And it’s notRuger either.

I feelsick to my stomach. Tamiya speaks first. If I open my mouth, I’ll throw up all over the salmon. I step backwards instinctively. I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s annoying. Tamiya is right. Stretched ears. A mohawk.Twoeyebrow piercings. A new face tattoo.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tamiya asks.

I shake my head wildly from side to side.No.

There’s onlyone reason this man could be here.

Ruger sent him here.

Which meansthat bastard never intended to let me get away from him and he always planned this – a cold-blooded murder.

Curtis sweepshis hand forward and bows dramatically. I physically cringe.

“I’m here to see Zayna. I got her letter about our spirits reconnecting on the physical plane.”

Ruger is such an asshole.

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