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But if Ryan thinks he’s won this round, he doesn’t know a thing about me.
I pull the switchblade from under my sleeve and slam it into his thigh. He screams. Then I grab another and do it to his other leg as he stumbles.
There are so many bodies in here and the music cranking louder that nobody notices. Plus, I chose a dark corner. He stumbles as I push him back into his booth. “Do you really think I came here by myself?” I laugh. “That you ‘drugged’ me?” I use quotation marks to emphasise my point. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“You fucking bitch!” he screams, pulling one of the knives out.
“Put your hands up where I can see them!” Willow says from behind me, pointing a gun at Ryan. “You’re under arrest!”
Ryan’s eyes widen as he tries to make sense of where he went wrong. Dipshit.
“Willow here knows all about your sick little fantasy,” I tell him. “Oh, and say hi to Amber over by the bar. She stood in tonight and was the bartender who was supposed to slip the drugs into my drink. She’s Rebels MC, asshole.”
“Fuck you!” he spits. He looks crazy, a knife sticking out of his thigh as he bleeds and holds his hands up in the air.
Several other cops surround us and Willow moves in to arrest him.
I smile, shaking my head. “Poor Ryan, with all the depraved things you had lined up for me, I’m gonna say you’re going in for life, there’s a lot to unpack on your hard drive.”
“How did you?—”
“I have friends in very high and very low places.” I shrug. “I guess if you wanna play with the big guns you should’ve brought a pistol instead of a q-tip.”
“Shut up and get moving,” Willow barks, yanking him out of the way.
“Payden!” Logan grabs my shoulders from behind. “Are you okay?”
I turn, folding into his arms. “It’s over.”
Willow escorts Ryan out of sight, not even bothering to pull the knife out of him.
God I love her.
“I didn’t want you to do this,” Logan says into my hair. Ever since Willow called me with what she found out… Ryan’s obsession with me, and his new deal to get paid, I was in. “Tell me you’re okay.”
There was no way that motherfucker was gonna be walking these streets ever again. So we put a plan in place.
“I’m okay. And I know you didn’t want me to do it, but now he can rot in fucking prison for the rest of his life.”
Logan was against the idea, of course, and didn’t want me to go ahead with it, but until Ryan actually did something, the cops couldn’t charge him with anything that would stick.
“I fuckin’ hate this.”
“I know, but I love you.”
He pulls back, cupping my face. “Never again, do you hear me?”
I nod. “I know you worry, but I loved stabbing that asshole.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“I know, but Stella taught me a few tricks.” I shrug.
His lips twitch. “I love you so fuckin’ much, and I love how bad ass you are, but I think your days of undercover are over.”
“Hey, I think I could make a career out of it?—”
He shuts me up with a kiss and I throw my arms around his neck. When I pull back, we’re both breathless. “Take me home, Logey-bear.”
