Page 56 of Armor
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Storm
I sat back in my chair; at the same time, a phone rang.
Ripper leaned back, checked the caller, then hit a button and answered the call, “Okay?”
We all watched as Ripper listened to the caller. Then he said one word, “Stay.”
And with that, he hung up the phone, stood up, and without another word, prowled to the door, opened it, and headed into the main room of the clubhouse.
I stood up and followed him, “Ripper.”
He didn’t stop.
He was almost to the front door.
His heavy footsteps sounded like thunder.
“Broth...” I started to say but was stopped by the one name that fell from his mouth.
He stopped, looked over his shoulder and said, “Creedence.”
With that girl’s name out of his mouth, I knew I needed to either have a hole waiting for whoever messed with Cree, or I needed to have our lawyer waiting at the jail. “What do you need?”
He growled, “Some little punk-ass bitch slashed her fucking tires.”
Well, fuck.
Wes, one of the new prospects who showed a lot of potential, asked, “Uh, should I ride with him?”
“Do you want him to beat your face into a bloody pulp?” I asked.
“Yeah, I think I’ll stay here. If that’s alright with you?” he said as he sat back down.
“Comes to Ripper, if it involves a young woman named Cree, you leave him the fuck alone. You don’t look at her. You don’t talk to her.”
Clip stood then and followed Ripper out the door.
Ripper wouldn’t do that to Clip, because he knew that one woman held all of Clip’s attention.
Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around me, and before I could rip whoever it was a new asshole, Iinhaled and caught my woman’s scent. Caramel, vanilla, and sandalwood, fuck, but I loved that mixture on her skin.
“Where’s Ripper going?” Lena asked.
“Someone slashed Cree’s tires,” I told her as I grabbed her left hand, brought it to my mouth, and pressed a kiss on her wedding rings.
“Lord help whoever did it. Because they will be meeting him.” She said.
That was the God’s honest truth.
Literally.
Ripper prowled into the clubhouse three hours later with a body thrown over his shoulder.
The body had long blond hair trailing over his back.
At the same time, Clip followed in his wake.
