Page 32 of Keeping What He Wants

“I don’t know.” He held a finger out. “Don’t move.”

He left her, and she scooted up in the bed, pulling the blankets over her. It’d been a long night and she didn’t know if Ryker had even gone to bed yet. When he came back, he had a grim look on his face and a manila package in his hand.

“What’s that?”

His jaw clenched. “I’d rather not tell you.”

It was that bad? Her gaze drifted down to the package. “Tell me anyway. What is it?”

He handed it to her. “Don’t touch it.”

She opened the package and peered inside. A shiny metal gun just like the one she’d seen on the news sat inside perfectly untouched.

“Any note?”

“Nope.”

“Are you supplying guns to these people? Is that what my dad wanted to know?”

“I don’t dabble in guns. That was Razor’s thing. He wanted to make it a club business before I took over, but it never got that far, and I don’t want to take my club there.” He put his hands on his hips. “Pat thinks that the Roaming Devils were responsible for this. Tonight, I had a prospect accuse one of my men of messing around with a Young Blood. Young Bloods are known for guns. My guy said he didn’t. The problem is, I believe them both.”

She set the package on the bed beside her. “You think someone did, but not the one accused?”

“Yeah.” He grabbed the package and put it on the dresser. “Which means there is a problem in my club.” He rubbed his eyes. “I hate fucking rats.”

“Do you know who it is?”

“No. Not yet.” He turned toward her. “I shouldn’t even be talking to you about this.”

She tilted her head. “You can talk to me about anything.”

He pointed. “That gun is being used to kill women that fit your profile. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Sexy as hell. Professionals. They know where we live. I have a feeling I know who they are. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You think they’ll come after me next? Like this is a warning?”

“My instinct says they may try, yes.” Ryker pulled his shirt off.

“And it’s to get back at you?”

“Possibly. Will you please let me teach you how to use a gun? Or show you how to throw a punch or two?”

“I have mace on my keyring.”

He gave her a look that said she was being ridiculous. “Mace isn’t going to hurt anyone.”

“I don’t know. Medically, it’s not fun.”

He unzipped his pants and kicked them to the hamper. “Medically, a bullet hole or a broken nose isn’t fun either.”

“I’m not a violent person.”

“Sometimes you have to be.” He pulled the blankets back.

Ella balled her fist and hit his shoulder. He glanced over at her, completely unfazed, though surprised. “I’d just piss off my captor, not hurt him.”

He grinned. “Not if you hit the right spots.”

Ryker reached for her hand and brought it to his face. Kissing the inside of her palm, he ran his tongue along her wrists. “Eyes are the best. Nose is a good second. Throat is a good third.”

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