Page 18 of Ripper's Property
“Did you like the thrill of the ride, babe?”
I nod, almost too exhausted to speak. “So much.”
“Just wait until my dick is inside you. I’ll give you the ride of your life.”
I can only imagine. And I can’t wait.
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Ripper
“Yo, Rip!” I lean forward and shut my engine off, thankful Hawk didn’t come out two minutes ago when my little princess was grinding down on my fingers. Fuck, it was hot. She drenched my hand and pants, squirting all over me when she came. I can only imagine what that’s gonna feel like with my cock inside. Her little hips thrusting so fast, rocking back and forth. Bouncing up and down.
Hawk better not expect me to stand right now because my dick is raging hard. And my pants are sportin’ some damning evidence.
“We’ve got movement,” he states, looking toward my girl like he can’t say any more. But I know exactly what he’s talking about. Montoya.
The hot little moment I had with my girl has now just been iced over, and my cock is growing limp. Just the mention of Montoya has me seeing red.
“I’m coming,” I state. “Come on, babe. Time to hop on down. I need to go take care of some business.”
She hops down and scurries off like a good girl, and then I turn my attention to Hawk. “What do you have?”
“He left his place about thirty minutes ago and is now parked at the strip club. From the camera feed at the club, he’s only got three guys with him. I’m guessing he’s dealing his shit to the girls.”
Fucking bastard.
“Round up eight of our men. We’re rolling out.”
Now’s our chance. Montoya has no idea we’re coming for him. If we can get down to that club before he leaves, we can get him. With four of them and eight of us, it will be easy.
But unfortunately…luck isn’t on our side. By the time we get to the strip club, he’s already gone. The only thing we can do is go on inside and find out why he was here and when he’ll be back.
The place is dimly lit and music is pumping loud through the speakers. I’m not surprised Montoya chose this as his stomping ground, the caliber of girls isn’t very high. I spot our informant over on the side of the room and start making my way over with Hawk and Dagger in tow. The others are staked outside, armed and ready in case the bastard decides to come back.
I take a seat, flagging down our informant as soon as she finishes delivering the drinks to the table next to us. She recognizes Hawk right away and saunters over, aiming to get his attention, but he doesn’t have a taste for drug-addicted hoes and looks irritated he even has to be in this place.
“Hey, fellas!” she purrs, sticking her chest out. “What can I get you?”
“We wanted to have a conversation. Would you mind taking a seat on his lap?” I point to Hawk and he casts me a glare. I can’t help myself. If we want her to give us information, we need toplay our hand right. She likes him, so all he has to do is smile a little and we’ll get what we want.
“I have to give him a lap dance or the boss will get pissed.” She puts her tray down on the table and starts gyrating on his lap. I bite my tongue to keep myself from busting out in laughter. This is Hawk’s worst nightmare. He doesn’t even like it when the sweetbutts rub up against him at home. His personal bubble is huge, and she’s all up in it. Rubbing her tits up his chest and shaking them in his face.
“We heard your friend was in here today. The one who has the goods.”
She nods in understanding. “Yeah, he left not too long ago.”
“Do you know when he’ll be back?”
She shakes her head as she turns, rubbing her ass over his crotch. He looks like he wants to bolt, cutting me a glare when she’s not looking. Dagger’s trying not to lose his shit. His shoulders are shaking as he silently cracks up. I have to look away, so I don’t lose it too.
“Not sure when he’ll be back, but he did say he’d be showing his guys a good time soon.”
“If I give you my number, can you text me direct the next time he’s here?” Thankfully, Hawk’s playing along now, realizing he’s the key to us getting what we want.
“Sure thing, hon! I’ll give you my number and you can text me. Name’s Janice by the way, what’s yours?”
“Ralph,” he says, lying through his teeth. Warren is his first name. Warren Hawkler, which is how he got his road name. That and the fact that he’s like a Hawk. Always watching everything with those dark narrowed eyes, waiting for the moment to swoop in with his fangs and claws, and attack. By the time he’s done with his victim, there’s nothing but a carcass left. Truth be told, he’s one of our best weapons.
