Loving The Biker (MC Biker Romance) by Cassie Alexandra, K.L. Middleton

what happened that night, but he fucking had it coming. Look at the trail of bodies he’s left behind in the past couple of years. All Devil’s Rangers. As far as I’m concerned, his death was long over-due.”
    “Not by Raina’s gun.”
    “Jesus, give it a rest. You’re acting like we set her up,” he’d replied angrily.
    “Didn’t you?”
    “How were we supposed to know that your sister was crazy enough to go after someone like him? You?” He’d smirked. “Of course, I must admit, the thought had crossed my mind. Hell I figured that if you did manage to kill the sonofabitch, I’d patch you, from Prospect to an actual club member, the very next day.” He’d laughed. “Looks like your bad-assed sister beat you to it.”
    Those words had set me off. Not only did I beat the shit out of Ronnie that night, but I’d thrown my cut into the trash bin out back. It was the last conversation we’d had together.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?” asked Gomer, noticing me trying to leave.
    I turned around. At least he didn’t have his gun pulled out.
    “I’m just leaving,” I said.
    Gomer glared at me. “Good. Get the fuck out of here.”
    I heard the back door open again and a woman’s voice, asking to be let go.
    “What’s going on?” I asked, tensing up.
    “None of your business. Get out of here,” said Gomer.
    “Someone else here?” called Chips.
    “Yeah,” said Gomer, sighing.
    “You’d better let me go. My entire department is going to be down here soon, wondering why they haven’t gotten their food yet,” a woman said angrily.
    “Who’s that?” I asked.
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” barked Chips, dragging some chick around the corner. “Cole? What the fuck are you doing here?”
    Realizing that I’d walked into a very bad situation, I lied. “Looking for Ronnie.” I said, staring at the young woman dressed in business attire. She had dark red hair that was pulled back into a bun, and light green eyes that reminded me of Jade’s, Patty’s cat. Oddly enough, the woman looked more pissed off than frightened.
    “He just left. What do you need him for?” asked Chips, glaring at me with hatred.
    “Some business between us,” I replied.
    Chips scowled. “Why would he want to do business with a fucking traitor?”
    Although I now despised the Devil’s Rangers, being called a traitor still made me feel like an asshole. “It’s private shit. Between us.”
    While he stared at me with suspicion, the chick also watched me, a curious look in her eyes.
    “Hey, did you lock that door yet Gomer?” asked Chips.
    “Shit. No. I’ll do it now,” he replied.
    Chips shook his head. “Dumbass,” he muttered.
    I moved out of Gomer’s way. He locked the door and turned the sign off.
    “Who’s the chick?” I asked casually, crossing my arms so that I could get closer to my gun.
    “My new friend,” said Chips, with a menacing grin. “Aren’t you, doll?”
    “I’m a cop and these two are going to jail,” said the woman in an authoritative voice.
    “Jail, huh?” Chips barked out a laugh. “Can you believe this broad? She just doesn’t give up.”
    Gomer snorted. “She obviously doesn’t understand the seriousness of the situation she’s in.”
    “Sorry, little fox,” said Chips. He licked the side of her face and she shuddered in horror. “Nobody is going anywhere. Not until we take care of business.”
    “Ronnie know what you’re doing right now?” I asked.
    “Hell yeah. He’s the one who told us to take care her, which is what we’re planning on doing,” said Gomer. “If you keep your mouth shut, we might let you have a piece, too.”
    “Bullshit. He’s a fucking traitor. He’s not getting anything,” snapped Chips. “Unless it’s a good ass kicking, which is a lot less than what he deserves.”
    “Where is Pete?  The owner of this place?” I asked, ignoring him. One thing I knew about the man, other than his staff made excellent sandwiches, he