Page 41 of Keeping What He Wants

“No.” Pat seemed grumpier than normal. “Why?”

“That was the deal for me helping you, remember?”

“But you didn’t help me.”

“No, but I can. I’m willing to. You need to make up with your daughter first though.”

“What do you have, numbnuts? I don’t have all day.”

“I’ll meet you somewhere—after you talk to your daughter. She misses you. I don’t know why, but she does.”

Pat huffed a breath and clicked off. Ryker laughed to himself and propped his feet up on the table, lighting a cigarette. He didn’t know who wanted to go up against him, but they sure as hell had picked the wrong man to fuck with. If the murders in the city were a message for him that alluded to Ella, the guy behind them was dead. Ryker didn’t even have to contemplate it.

He just needed to figure out who it was.

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