Page 82 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

“He said not to intervene.”

“I don’t give a fuck what he said. Do something!”

Vampire held his hands up, backing away from her. She shook her head in fury. If she called the cops, Ryker was going to jail. If she let it continue, one of them would be in a body bag.

She rushed out to the car and found her medical bag. She’d left a vial of medicine for rapid sedation since she’d experienced hostile patients in the ER the previous day. Now was a great time to use it. Loading up two needles with a dose that would sedate them, she went back into the clubhouse. She dealt with combative patients all the time in the ER and clinic. Some didn’t know any better and some simply wanted to fight. It fucking sucked to drug them, but sometimes it was needed for their safety and hers. Walking over to the two men, she pushed her way past the bikers and stabbed Ryker in his shoulder with the needle first. Her father stopped long enough for her to stick him next.

“What the fuck?” Ryker turned toward her and she waited, the drug lessening his agitation as seconds went by.

Vampire arched an eyebrow, moving in to catch Ryker before he fell on his face. “What’d you give them?”

She didn’t respond, watching the two of them. Her father stumbled and fell to his ass, muttering something. After a few minutes, they were asleep. She finally pulled her attention away from them and focused on Vampire.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

He set Ryker’s limp body on a nearby couch. “He said not to intervene. We were all ready to defend him but he told us not to.”

“And what? You wanted to add another fucking body to the total dead body count?” She didn’t know why she was yelling, but it felt good. She shook her head, staring at them. They were both a bloody mess. In some ways it had been a long time coming.

“Look, I know you rule the roost at your house, but you’re not a patch member.” Superman came toward her. “Take your father and leave.”

She didn’t hide the shock on her face. “Excuse me?”

She glanced between him and Vampire. That was how they treated her? Really? She walked over to her father and grabbed his upper body. He was more than twice her weight but she tugged and pulled, moving him little by little to the door. She should have called the fucking cops on them.

“You’re an asshole.” Ella struggled, then stopped, realizing she was losing the battle. She grabbed her phone from her pocket and dialed.

“Who the fuck are you calling?” Superman asked.

“The cops.” She stared at him. “I mean that’s what you guys are all about, right? You help your own. Since my father is an officer, I wonder what his buddies would say about this?”

Vampire exhaled. “Women.”

He went over to her father and grabbed him around his chest. He could lift him significantly better than she could and helped her get him in the backseat of his truck. She pocketed her phone and gave him her thanks. She went back inside to check on Ryker’s vitals before she left. His face looked about as bad as hers felt. Maybe that was what he wanted. She shook her head.

When she left, she grabbed her breakfast food and her medical bag before going to her father’s truck. She’d have her mom drive her back to the clubhouse to get her car once she got her father home.

She was fairly sure her day couldn’t possibly get any worse, but the universe was screwing with her. Anything was possible.

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Ryker woke to several eyes peering down at him. Groggily, he winced and blinked a few times. “What the fuck happened?”

“Your girlfriend sedated you.” Vampire sighed. “And before she goes all bat shit crazy about Superman kicking her out of the clubhouse, let it be known that I helped her carry her father out.”

Ryker tried to think back to what the hell had happened and nothing floated into his mind.

“Why did Ella sedate me?”

Superman pulled a chair over to him. “You were fighting with her father.”

He groaned. Her father. He didn’t remember any of it. Shit. Ryker rubbed his eyes and glanced down at his hands. Dried blood covered them along with bruising. Fuck. He’d gone a few rounds with her old man.

“I need to fucking talk to Ella.” He tried to sit up. Every muscle in his body was relaxed. He couldn’t get mad about the situation if he wanted to. “What time is it?”

“Noon.”

He groaned. “Fuck.”

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