Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

SABOTAGE

Fucking hell, Ryann is going to be the death of me.

Though it'll be through the need to fuck her constantly. Her going head-to-head with me, more like her going into a rant after that bastard and the goons who showed left. It was all I could do to keep from fucking her right there in the room with everyone watching. That's something I couldn't allow to happen. It's the only reason I took her straight to the storage room and took her against the door.

I probably should feel some sort of guilt for taking her the way I did, but I don't. I needed to fuck her, and I did. By the time I finished with it, her pussy was weeping, so slick and wet. I could've kept taking her. But I needed to get back out there and figure out what the fuck my brothers and I were going to do. If we didn't come up with something soon, I was gonna go off the rails. I was prepared to do just that.

I didn't like feeling the fear coming from her. I didn't want her anywhere near those men. When she refused to go upstairs the first time she was told, I knew it was ‘cause she was too scared to move. Knowing this, it pissed me off all the more. I saw red and was ready to go after them once they left. The threat of them to not just Ryann but the others was more than enough to piss me off.

Those fuckers created slave contracts and thought they could legally take what wasn't theirs. Fuck that. I'm not about to let them do that. If that means I've got to kill them all to keep Ryann safe, so fucking be it. I'll do it. I'll slit their throats and leave them bleeding in a ditch somewhere for the buzzards or other scavengers to find and snack on.

"You okay now?" Ryann asks, that sweet voice of hers still husky and breathless from the fucking I gave her.

"Not by a long shot," I give her the truth. She deserves nothing less. She's right about not shielding her from this shit. There's no way to keep her protected from something like this. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to do my best to keep it from touching her in any way. "But having your sweet pussy like this helps," I tell her. It took the edge off the rage I was feeling just as it did hearing her rant at me for ordering her to go upstairs.

"You need to get back out there, don't you?" There's no missing the weariness entering her voice.

"Yeah, gorgeous, I need to get back out there and find out what the hell we're gonna do about them." Sighing, I pull from inside her and gently settle her on her feet. "Last thing I wanna do right now is tell you to go upstairs to the room and wait for me, but I know you ain't gonna listen," I state the fact while tucking my cock back in my jeans.

"You'd be right about that," she retorts, tilting her head back enough to meet my gaze. "But I think I need to get cleaned up first." She gives me a small smile and motions to the lower half of her body. "You're leaking out of me."

"You gonna complain about that?" My lip twitches at her little comment. I know she doesn't mind me taking her without a condom. She's the only woman other than Cathay that I've ever fucked that way, but unless we're going to bed, where I keep her naked, she doesn't like putting panties on just to get them soaked.

"You go up and change, clean up, whatever you need to do. When you come back, I'll let you join in and listen. But you must promise to give us whatever information you remember about these men."

"I can do that." She nods.

"Good." I reach up to grip her between two fingers. "Know this, baby," I utter, moving into her space once again and pressing her into the door, leaving no space between us. "I meant what I said. I'll gut them. Take them out one by one if need be. I won't put up with them thinking they can get away with anything like this. Especially thinking they have any claim to you. You're mine."

"I'm yours," she agrees. "I'll give you whatever I can remember, and you do whatever you need to do. Just promise me one thing."

"I'm not one for making promises." I never have been. The only time I did it was to my daughter, and I failed to see her safe when she was hurting the most.

"I'm thinking you can try," she remarks, cocking a brow.

"What is it?"

"That you won't get yourself caught and end up locked away where I don't get to see you except for visitor days. You know they won't give you conjugal visits."

I blink once and throw my head back, laughing. There's no way I couldn't not laugh with this being why she wants me to promise. Sobering, I grin down at her. "Yeah, baby, I can do that."

"Good, then let me go so I can pull my jeans on and get cleaned up. The sooner I get that done, the faster I can get back down to help you guys with whatever information I can."

"Right." I dip my head down and claim her lips for a brief but deep kiss. Pulling away, I let her go.

"You good, Sabotage?" Viking asks as soon as I make it back into the main room. He must have made sure no one else was around except for the main members of the club. No prospects or any of the women, ol' ladies nor the whores are anywhere to be seen.

"Yeah, I'm good," I confirm. "We talking about this out here or in church?"

"Out here," he answers. "We gotta lot of shit to talk about, and out here, we're closer to the bourbon, and I've got a feeling we're gonna need it."

"You're right about that," I agree. "Ryann will be back down soon. She's in on this meeting to give us whatever information she can."

"I figured as much after that rant of hers." Viking smirks. "Didn't think she'd be able to do it, but damn if she didn't surprise us all by pulling you back from the edge."

"You and me both," I grunt. "Not that I want to talk about his shit with my son-in-law."

Viking laughs and shakes his head. "Trust me. It's not something I want to talk about with you either. But seriously, I'm just glad she talked you down. Way you were looking, you were ready to follow after them and kill 'em before they're even off club property."

"I would have too," I admit. There's no denying it. Ryann means something to me, and I won't see her harmed or threatened in any way. I meant what I said to her each time I've said it. She's mine.

"I know you would've, Sabotage." Viking nods. "But we need you not to do that shit. You do, and you know what will happen. We gotta be able to handle all this together, all of us. We don't, one of us will end up dead, and both of us know it."

"Yeah." I know he's right, but that doesn't make it any easier. We have to play this smart. If we don't, then we're all screwed.

"Then, if you're good, let's get this talk over and done with. I gotta see to my woman and son."

I've got to have respect for the man. He adores my daughter. She and Rocco mean everything to him, and that alone relieves something inside my soul.

The clang of glasses and liquor bottles hitting a table penetrates my thoughts, and I move to take a seat at the table while Maverick and Mayhem slide glasses and the liquor down.

I glance in Pirate's direction, seeing he's got not just one laptop in front of him, but two, his eyes glued to one of the screens.

Moving my gaze to War, I give him a chin lift. "You reach Gianna?"

"Yeah, she's on the way here, and she's not alone. Guy named Finnigan is with her." Out of the corner of my eye, I take note of Pirate's gaze darting upward at the mention of this, but I don't say anything as War continues. "Evidently, getting that text screwed with her mind, and she refused to stay away."

"She's been gone a while now. What changed for her?" Pirate asks, sounding pissed.

"Don't know." War shrugs. "All I know now is she's got about twelve more hours before she gets her ass here."

Pirate grunts something inaudible and goes back to looking at the screens.

"You able to verify the hard drive?" Maverick asks.

"Yeah, it's the drive, and they didn't get into it," Pirate answers.

As he does this, I hear steps behind me and glance back to see Ryann making her way, hair wet and dressed in clean clothes. I guess she'd decided to take a shower. I want to be pissed she showered without me, but I can't. Doesn't mean later I won't make her regret it. Taking showers together is something we've done every day, and I get off on us taking them together . . . getting to run my hands over her body and doing other things as well.

"Come here, gorgeous," I tell her, twisting around and stretching an arm out in her direction.Ryann comes directly to me, and I curl my arm around her waist, drawing her into my lap. "You showered without me," I whisper in her ear and nip the lobe.

"Yeah," she utters and relaxes deeper into me.

"You know I'm gonna have to make you pay for that later, right?"

"Why?" she asks, twisting enough to face me.

"‘Cause, baby, I missed out," I tell her and give her a squeeze. "We'll discuss this later though."

I return my attention to Pirate. "You said they hadn't gotten into it?"

"Nope," he mutters. "They definitely tried, though." Pirate shifts his gaze to Maverick. "The program I put in place held."

"That's good," Maverick grumbles and glances around the table. "I don't buy the bullshit about them giving it back because their brokers got greedy. They must have figured they couldn't get into it, so it wasn't worth it. They cut their losses."

"Gotta agree with you there," Viking grumbles, nodding and cocks his head my way. "Ryann, tell us what you know about these guys."

Ryann straightens in my lap, tenses, and starts fidgeting. I've seen her do this when she's nervous, or something's bothering her plenty of times to read this about her. "They call themselves the Bishop's Disciples. They're mean and ruthless. Roy sold me to Bishop and . . ." Her voice trails off, and her breathing becomes heavier.

"You don't have to talk about that, gorgeous. Just tell us the parts we need to know," I state, reassuring her, or I hope my voice does.

Nodding, Ryann sucks in an audible breath and does just that. She tells us what we need to know. This isn't easy on her. I know this, and so do my brothers. We can see it in her face. Hear it in her voice. Talking about this is taking a toll on her, and I don't like it. Not in the least.

When she finishes, I pull her close, closer than she already is, and press a kiss to the top of her head. She did good, and now we've got information that we didn't. What she gave will help us. Help Pirate with getting the intel we'll need.

"I know this was hard on you, Ryann," Ice grumbles.

"What you gave I can definitely use," Pirate states what I already knew. He looks to Viking. "Give me a couple hours, and I should have something."

Viking reaches a hand out, touches the screen of his phone, and grimaces. "That'll work," he says, getting to his feet. "I've got to take Fawn to an appointment. I get back, I'll find you."

"Sounds good." Pirate grunts.

"Ryann, darlin'," Viking calls, standing. "We appreciate you talkin' to us and givin' what you remember. For what they did to you, the parts you left out that I know they did, I give you my word we're gonna make them pay. Retribution will be yours."

Damn right, it would be, and I was going to make damn sure those bastards bleed out in the most painful way possible.