Page 101 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

When she didn’t finish, all eyes landed on Reaper.

“Start talkin’,” Rage ordered him.

Right. The sergeant at arms could try to order Vi around but she wasn’t one to give a fuck since she didn’t officially belong to the club. It wasn’t the same with Reaper, after becoming a patched member. He couldn’t simply ignore an officer. At least without consequences. Again, similar to serving in the military.

Before he could even begin to explain—not that he wanted to admit he’d been captured—Vi said something that made him stop dead.

“He’s mine, Rage. Not yours.”

Holy shit. She was not helping.

“Last I checked, he’s a fuckin’ Angel. Wasn’t it you who pushed us to fuckin’ patch him in without prospectin’ first? Goddamn, woman!”

“Yes.”

“Then he’s one of ours,” Rage stated in a tone that bore no argument.

Did Rage not remember who he was dealing with?

Vi shrugged. “We had it handled.”

Zeke took the reins again. “Apparently, you fuckin’ didn’t. Who the fuck d’you rescue him from? Those goddamn Russos?”

Shit.

He kept his mouth closed because he didn’t want to undermine Vi. No matter what was happening between them, she was still his boss and he was only a member of her team. She also didn’t need a man speaking for her.

He was between a rock and a hard place. He owed loyalty to Vi but also to the MC.

Goddamn, if he knew he’d be stuck in the middle between the two, he never would’ve patched in. Life would’ve stayed much simpler.

Plus, if he pissed off Vi, she might stop landing in his bed. And that right there would be a fucking catastrophe. He’d hand in his cut first.

“Don’t tell me the Russos captured him,” Cruz said.

They must have missed the part where she mentioned Ohio.

“That wasn’t who we rescued him from.”

Thank fuck Vi was covering his ass and not admitting the Russos had gotten the upper hand on him.

He really didn’t want anyone to know that the Chens did, either. But his biker brothers wanted to know what happened. And realistically, they should be aware of what was going on since the club was involved. The Shadows had targeted the Russos to help them out. They weren’t doing it for shits and giggles.

“You mentioned Ohio. Guess no one else caught that,” Chill said. “What’s in Ohio?”

“Columbus.”

“For fuck’s sake, Vi,” Reaper murmured under his breath.

“You drove all the way back from Columbus with those bullet holes?” Chill asked. “You weren’t stopped by the pigs?”

“It was dark out. And we took back roads.”

“Jesus fuck,” Chaos muttered, shaking his head.

“I don’t need to explain our actions to any of you,” Vi snapped.

“The fuck you don’t!” Rage roared.