Blade's Princess: An Age-gap Instalove Romance (Shadow Reapers MC Book 2) by Oona Ryda

Author:Oona Ryda [Ryda, Oona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lovestruck Romance
Published: 2025-03-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Blade

"This motherfucker is getting bolder," Ghost says, his voice deadly calm despite the fury burning in his eyes. "Last week, another girl was snatched from just outside the local high school. Only sixteen years old."

I lean forward in my chair, my forearms resting on the scarred wooden surface as the rest of the chapel falls silent.

The club has been working on gathering intel on Ivan Kovalev, a Russian slime ball who, until a short time ago, we thought was nothing more than a small time loanshark.

It was when Ghost brought Angel here, claiming her as his old lady, that we learned Kovalev had graduated to human trafficking. Angel’s former foster parents were trying to sell her to him to cover their gambling debts.

The club staged a raid on one of his shipments, hoping to shut his operation down, but the raid went awry leading us to suspect there’s a rat somewhere in our club.

"Cipher," Ghost nods toward our tech expert, "tell 'em what you found."

Cipher is former military intelligence, discharged after hacking into classified Pentagon files—not because he had bad intentions, but because his brain doesn't recognize normal boundaries when it comes to information. He stands.

"Kovalev's operation is expanding," Cipher explains, pointing to different locations on the map. “It appears they've taken over three more businesses along the waterfront. The Golden Touch massage parlor, the new nightclub—Velvet, and that storage facility by the pier."

My jaw clenches as I study the map. One of those locations is less than two miles from our compound. Too close. Too fucking close.

"Girls come in through the storage facility," Cipher continues, tapping a red pin. "Get 'processed'—which means drugged, beaten into submission if necessary, and photographed for their clientele catalog." The disgust in his voice is palpable. "Then they're distributed to the massage parlor, the nightclub's VIP rooms, or shipped further inland."

Around the table, my brothers' faces harden. We're not angels—Shadow Reapers run guns, control protection rackets, and dabble in other activities that would earn us serious prison time. But women and children are off-limits. Always have been, always will be.

"How's he moving them?" Hawk asks, running a hand through his mohawk.

"He's got someone on the inside, has to be.” Saint’s usually jovial face is grim. "Cops, border patrol, maybe both."

My mind drifts briefly to Sophie. I check my watch, calculating how long I've been away from her. Too long. The thought of her just rooms away while we discuss this dark shit creates an uncomfortable friction in my chest.

I don't want this ugliness touching her. She's seen enough darkness.

"Blade." Ghost's voice snaps me back to the present. His knowing look says he's caught me checking the time. "You with us?"

"Yeah." I refocus. This shit with Kovalev needs handling, and as VP, it's my responsibility to be all in. "I say we target the storage facility. Catch them in the act."

Saint scoffs, leaning back in his chair until it creaks. “And if someone in the local department is in Kovalev's pocket?”

I spread my hands on the table.

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