...or something: Ronacks Motorcycle Club by Debra Kayn

Author:Debra Kayn [Kayn, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: may december romance, crime, carnival, Older man younger woman, mob, romantic suspense, organized crime, erotic bikers, action and adventure, biker series, outlaw motorcycle club, biker gang, Motorcycle Club romance, montana, Russians
Publisher: Debra Kayn
Published: 2016-08-13T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty One

Bree sat on the sofa, surrounded by the women of the Ronacks' members. From Battery's perch on the stool across the room, he couldn't hear what they talked about, but going by Bree's animated expressions and her hands gesturing in the air, the news of her being the president's woman went over easily enough with him in the same room.

Rod set a beer on the counter beside Battery. "Are you going to break your sobriety and have a drink with everyone tonight?"

He half turned and picked up the bottle. "Only one."

"We haven't heard, seen, or smelled a hint of anyone on the property." Rod drank deep from the bottle. "Maybe whoever breached the property and shot at the house was some young and stupid thug trying to prove himself that he could show the big, bad bikers up."

"Is that what you think?" Battery shook his head. "You've been in the club as long as I have. We always know who is after us and why. If nothing else, motorcycle clubs want to take ownership if they have a problem with us. They're not going to shoot and not let us know it was them. How many times has an attack on the club went without a reason?"

"None that I can remember. We've been patched in for twenty-three years. Hell, we were both boys when we pledged our lives over." Rod chuckled. "Eager to please and thought we were tougher than shit."

Bree was twenty-one years old.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Taking Bree, guiding her right into being his woman, and keeping her for himself added on to his long list of things he'd go to hell for. He drank from the bottle. Though he was headed in that direction from the start, she was too good to take to hell with him.

"You okay, man?" asked Rod.

He scoffed. "What do you think of Bree's position in the club?"

"You mean her belonging to you?" Rod shrugged. "Look at her, and tell me if you see any problems. The women respect her, because of how you've treated Bree this whole time."

"She's young," said Battery.

"From what she's shared with everyone. I don't think there was a time in her life where she was immature. She grew up tough. She's a survivor with a smart head on her shoulders. I think she's perfect for the club and man, we all knew she belonged to you from the moment you brought her back to the house. You raised her right."

"Yeah." He moved off the stool and stood. His question wasn't whether Bree belonged with him. No one had the right to have an opinion on his life, even the club. What he wanted to know was if he was doing the best thing for Bree, and some days he wondered what the fuck he was doing.

She couldn't remember her parents and had only known foster care. For all he knew, she latched onto him as a daddy figure. He gave her discipline, security, and raised her to know what to expect from him.

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