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“I owe you. When you need me and can’t go to another
brother, I’ll do whatever you need. Please, for fuck’s sake, help me.”

“This has gotten a woman written all over it. You’re
not fucking up the code of dicking a minor, are you?”

“Fuck no.” Ripper moved to the truck, sliding open the
side door to see the cleaning equipment. “We need to dispose of the body. Don’t
give a fuck
who
he is, but he can’t be found with the
car.”

“You want to pretend he left the car to burn?” Curse
asked.

“Yeah.
Whatever keeps the two separate.”

“This woman must be really fucking special.”

Ripper didn’t know why he didn’t speak the truth to
Curse, seeing as the other man would keep it to himself, but then he thought
about Judi. She’d called him, no one else. She clearly didn’t want any of the
others to know what had gone down, but he hated keeping the secrets. This was
not for him to tell but for Judi when she was ready.

“This is not how I envisioned the night after the
barbeque. Did you see some of The Skulls? They looked so fucking happy.” Curse
kept talking as they worked, moving the body onto a bag to wrap up.

“I saw.”

“Are you still hung up on Lexie?” Curse asked.

“No.” He wasn’t hung up on her. She was a woman he
wanted to wet his dick in, nothing more. Lexie was his president’s woman and
out of bounds to him.

“Don’t worry. Tiny and his crew headed home. It was
fun seeing them. They were shit scared we were going to cause a fuss.” Curse
laughed.

Ripper recalled the time they visited Fort Wills and
the deal Devil had to make for them all to be good.

For the next couple of hours, they cleaned all the
mess then set fire to the car to leave it.

“Cops here always leave these kinds of investigations
alone. Burned out car, no sign of anyone coming and going,” Curse said. “There
will be nothing leading this shit back to us. They won’t find a body and won’t
go looking either.”

 
“He’s not going
to be found any time soon. Do you want a lift back to the club?”

“No, I’ve got shit I got to do.” Ripper pulled his
bike out of the back of the truck. “No one needs to know about this shit,
promise me?”

“I promise. God, I’m not some fucking pussy.” Curse
left him, heading down the street and out of sight. Straddling his bike, Ripper
went to the hotel, knocking on the door and calling out. He stood waiting,
looking over his shoulder to see the rising sun.

****

Judi dried her hair coming out of the bathroom after
her third shower. Her skin was red raw from all the scrubbing she’d been doing.
Every time she looked down she saw the blood over her flesh. She couldn’t stop
the whimper that escaped her lips nor the panic at the sight. Each shower she
scrubbed her skin trying to get the blood and wipe away the memories of what
she had done.

Hearing the knock followed by Ripper’s call had her
running to the door. She didn’t know why she’d called him instead of Devil, except
that her adoptive father would have gotten Lexie involved, and she didn’t the
other woman to see her differently.

In the last couple of years she’d grown close to
Ripper. He was a sweet man even if he was scary as hell to look at. She doubted
he ever smiled. Judi couldn’t remember a time when she saw him smile. He
listened, talking to her, but never giving anything of himself away.

She felt safe around him. Judi also knew he’d had a
bit of a thing for Lexie, which she would never bring up. Lexie was a beautiful
woman, even heavily pregnant. All of the crew adored her, but then she was
Devil’s wife. They didn’t really have a choice.

Ripper stepped into the room, closing and locking the
door behind him. She saw the state of his clothing.

“The shower is free.”

He didn’t say anything, brushing past her to go to the
bathroom. She couldn’t stop looking at his red hair. Never in her life had she
found a red-haired man all that attractive, but with Ripper it worked. It
didn’t stand out all that much. She couldn’t even believe she was thinking
about his hair at a time like this. Ripper was not the kind of man she went
for. He was one of Devil’s close friends, including hers. Closing her eyes, she
settled on the edge of the bed waiting for him to appear. She wore a robe that
she’d found in the hotel.

Ten minutes later, Ripper appeared with a towel
wrapped around his waist. He placed the gun onto the bed beside her.

“What the fuck were you doing outside without protection?”
he asked, glaring down at her.

She took in his hard muscles. There was a six pack that
looked rock hard decorating his abs. Judi knew he worked out. She’d seen him
working many times but not given his body much thought. Ink decorated his sides,
and she saw the name “Chaos” on one side while on the other “Bleeds” decorated
his body in fancy writing. Other tattoos were of snakes, tribal tattoos, and
many more.

Each piece of ink was a testament to his time with the
crew. The crew went everywhere together. It was only Vincent who settled down to
stay with his wife in town.

“You better fucking answer me, Judi. I’m not in the
fucking mood to deal with your silent treatment.”

“I wanted to go out for a walk, okay?” She looked up
at him, glaring.

“What?”

“I was sick and tired of listening to all of them
being so fucking happy.” She stood up putting her hands on her hips. “I can
never have that, and I went out for a walk. I didn’t even think. I only wanted
to be away from it all.
Away from college, away from being a
fucking princess, away from it all.”
Judi felt like such a bitch for
letting her anger get the better of her. This man had taken care of her mess,
and all she’d done was
shout
at him, which he didn’t
deserve. “Sorry—”

He held his hand up in front of her face stopping her.
“No, you’ve had your fucking say.” Ripper gripped her arms, turning her to
press against the wall. His hand landed around her neck, and he stared into her
eyes.

For the first time since knowing the man in front of
her, she was afraid.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Judi. I don’t give a
fuck
who
you are. I could kill you right now, and
Devil wouldn’t be any the fucking wiser.” He tightened his fingers around her
neck, showing his true threat. “People who spoke to me the way you just did end
up fucking dead.” He loosened his hold but didn’t drop his hands from around
her neck. “I dealt with your fucking mess, but it will never leave this room. Neither
of us will ever talk about it again, do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said,
nodding,
frightened of him.

“You were a prostitute, Judi. I don’t hold it against
you. Shit, you shouldn’t have gone through that kind of shit at all. It’s
behind you, but you took on the club, and you will live by the club rules.”

He let her go, and his eyes were once again bland
where seconds ago they’d been terrifyingly cold. She placed a hand to her neck,
wondering what he was going to do. He watched the action but didn’t offer her
an apology.

“If you hate me so much why do you put up with me?”
she asked, watching him sit on the edge of the bed. Judi inwardly cringed at
her behavior. Since Chaos Bleeds had taken her away from the hell of her life,
she’d been pampered with the princess role they gave her. She had to stop being
a spoiled brat. Ripper had helped her tonight, and she needed to remember that.

“I don’t hate you, Judi. Regardless of what I just
said I wouldn’t kill you because I happen to like and care about you.” He
looked up at her.

His muscles stood out, and for the first time in her
life she felt the pulse between her thighs. “I care about you, too.”

“When Devil asks, you tell him you spent some time
with a girlfriend.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” She didn’t have any
friends.

“Make up an excuse for him to be satisfied.” He picked
up the gun. “You’re not getting this back. I don’t trust you not to fuck up big
time.”

“I messed up,” she said, agreeing. She hated him being
mad at her, and after the way she’d spoken to him, he had every right to be.

“It’s a good job you know that.” He let out a sigh
looking around the room. “This is not how I expected to spend the night.” There
was only one double bed.

Judi watched him stand up, going to the top of the bed
and pulling down the blankets.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor. You better be okay
sharing this bed with me.”

“I’ve never shared a bed with a man before.” She
stopped, feeling her cheeks heat. There were a lot of things she hadn’t done
with a man or boy.

“Come on then, Princess, in you get.” He slid inside
settling onto the pillow. She kept the robe on thinking about what she hadn’t
done. She’d never been on a date or been kissed by a boy that she actually
wanted to be kissed by. There was never a time to go parking in the car and get
felt up. Tears filled her eyes as she remembered what she had done because of
her pimp, Rob. He’d taken her, and before she knew what happened, men were
taking pleasure out of her.

Rob’s treatment had been a weekend of being available
for the men. Every hole had a use, he would taunt. Her stomach rolled at the
acrid memories. Running to the bathroom she bent over the toilet seat letting
out everything she’d eaten that night.

Seconds later she felt Ripper rubbing her hair,
holding it out of her way. She heaved, spilling the contents down the pan. Over
and over she threw up.

“I’ve got you, baby.
Keep
it
coming.” His voice soothed her.

She saw the man with a hole in his head. He’d talked
about that weekend of her being broken in, and she’d lost it. That one memory
was something she wanted rid of.

Sinking down to the floor, she cried wishing she
didn’t know the evil of some men. Ripper was a man capable of doing evil things,
but he wasn’t into forcing a woman. His arms surrounded her along with his
heat.

“I’ve got you.”

He picked her up, and she was surprised by how easily
he carried her to the bed. In the last two years she’d put on a little bit of
weight, filling out into a size fourteen figure. Okay, most of her clothes were
getting toward a size sixteen, but she refused to believe it. Lexie’s cooking
was amazing, and she could never turn it down.

“Memories are the things we can’t fight, Princess.
You’re going to have to learn to accept them and move on.”

“It was horrible,” she said.

“I know, but that fucker is dead and not coming back.”

“How many men have you killed?” she asked.

“I’m not going to answer that.”

“Have you killed women?” The question slipped past her
lips.

“I’m not answering that either.” He kissed her temple.
“Go to sleep. I’ll hold you when the nightmares come.”

She closed her eyes, and Ripper wasn’t lying. He held
her throughout each nightmare. Every time he smoothed her back, and she was
able to think once again.

Chapter Two

 

Opening his eyes, Ripper became aware of the full
woman lying in his arms. He stared at the long length of brown hair covering
his arms then down at the face. His cock was rock fucking hard. Seeing Judi’s
sweet face had him jumping out of bed. She squealed, but he was heading toward
the bathroom before she caught sight of his morning boner.
Fuck, shit, fuck, shit.
There was no excuse for him to be getting a
fucking hard-on.

Dealing with his morning routine, he waited for his
body to get back under control before heading out. He caught sight of his
clothes and cursed. Last night he’d been so determined to get back to the hotel
that he’d forgotten to grab some clothes for Judi.

Quickly putting his clothes on, he opened the door. He
found Judi standing outside the door with her legs crossed. Moving out of the
way he waited for her to shut the door.

“I’m going to get you some clothes,” he said.

“Okay.” Her voice was a whisper.

Ignoring the yearning in his soul, he left the room,
getting on his bike and heading to the nearest store. He parked in the parking
lot, entering the cheap department store and grabbing clothes from the racks.
With his arms wrapped around her, Ripper had a good idea of her measurements.
She’d put some meat on her bones living with Lexie. He didn’t mind. Years of
fucking bags of bones had made him appreciate a woman with curves every day of
the week, and Lexie had made him appreciate a woman with curves even more. He’d
seen her dancing, and that was a fucking orgasm waiting to happen.

Paying for the jeans, shirt, and plain as shit
underwear, he headed back to the hotel. He let himself inside, finding her on
the edge of the bed with her fingers locked together. Handing the bag to her,
he took a seat, picking up the remote.

“Get dressed and I’ll drop you off home.”

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