Ride To Vengeance (A Rough Riders MC Novel #3): A Rough Riders MC Novel #3 (The Rough Riders MC Series) by Selene Chardou
Authors: Selene Chardou
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bastard needs to know than I was when you sat the fuck down.”
Even leaned close to him, her hazel-green eyes cold and heartless. “He wants what we can’t give him, Ronan. It’s something your old lady knows about but she has not divulged it to you. Not only has she wasted my time but yours as well. When you get home, ask her about it. If she’s honest with you then you know you have a keeper but if she lies to you . . . let the chips fall where they may. As far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing worth saving and Fernando can do whatever he likes.”
She breathed softly. “He can’t provide us with anything we don’t already know about. Giving him one shred of information is pointless at this stage in the game. Aztecas Infierno is going down—with or without his help. At this juncture, I would be more worried about saving what I loved than helping out a cartel if you know what I mean?”
“Yeah but you’re speakin ’ in riddles. Naomi doesn’t know anything. You think I wouldn’t burn the fuckin’ world down to save her? You’re dead wrong. I would kill, maim, and destroy anyone and anything that tried to come between us. There are no boundaries to what I would or wouldn’t do for her. You got me?”
“Unfortunately, I do.” Eve’s face softened and the contrition she felt was palpable, even to someone like him. “I’ve loved and lost too. My only daughter . . . and my son were sacrificed all for this so-called battle of truth and honor . I’ve given up my whole life for my career so you can’t educate me about love and loss. Been there, done that—hell, I own the goddamn t-shirt.
“Fernando is grasping at straws. His motivations are purely self-serving and completely narcissistic at this point. If you truly want everything to work out for you, the club and Naomi’s career, you would consider the situation in those terms and stop worrying about what we’re going to do to a known criminal organization. They are being investigated under RICO—there’s information that is on a need to know basis—even I’m not privy to everything in this case. My superiors aren’t asinine or oblivious to the link that exists between the Lucifer’s Saints and myself.”
Ronan finished his breakfast and stood. “I don’t understand why he would send us on this goose chase. And why is he requesting yet another meeting in a few days?”
They both walked out of the restaurant together in silence.
He strode directly to his Harley and got on as Eve approached him again.
“Fernando is known to enjoy his own personal mind-fucks—if I may be so blunt. Like I have repeatedly stated, talk to Naomi. You two are extremely close, are you not? She’s your old lady and yet, you haven’t put a ring on her finger. You ever wonder why you haven’t proposed? She knows all your secrets and you’ve been candidly honest with her . . . but can you honestly say the same? Has she been completely and utterly honest with you?”
Ronan didn’t bother to answer her question because they both knew the answer even if it remained unspoken.
Naomi was his heart; the one woman he would take a bullet for and not regret it for one second. However, when all was said and done, he didn’t really know her. Not really.
Her secrets were an enigma to him; a part of her past she begged him not to ask about with bright eyes, a hot body and downright mind blowing sex. She avoided huge parts of her past with a passion. She didn’t truly want him to know all of her.
He realized Eve was right—he didn’t know her nearly as well as she knew him.
And that small piece of the puzzle troubled him more than anything Fernando could ever threaten to do to him or his club.
Chapter Four
Naomi
B y the time Ronan came back from his meeting with Eve, my heart thundered in my chest and I felt like my whole body was on tenterhooks. He pulled into the compound and backed up his custom, black and silver Harley-Davidson
Even leaned close to him, her hazel-green eyes cold and heartless. “He wants what we can’t give him, Ronan. It’s something your old lady knows about but she has not divulged it to you. Not only has she wasted my time but yours as well. When you get home, ask her about it. If she’s honest with you then you know you have a keeper but if she lies to you . . . let the chips fall where they may. As far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing worth saving and Fernando can do whatever he likes.”
She breathed softly. “He can’t provide us with anything we don’t already know about. Giving him one shred of information is pointless at this stage in the game. Aztecas Infierno is going down—with or without his help. At this juncture, I would be more worried about saving what I loved than helping out a cartel if you know what I mean?”
“Yeah but you’re speakin ’ in riddles. Naomi doesn’t know anything. You think I wouldn’t burn the fuckin’ world down to save her? You’re dead wrong. I would kill, maim, and destroy anyone and anything that tried to come between us. There are no boundaries to what I would or wouldn’t do for her. You got me?”
“Unfortunately, I do.” Eve’s face softened and the contrition she felt was palpable, even to someone like him. “I’ve loved and lost too. My only daughter . . . and my son were sacrificed all for this so-called battle of truth and honor . I’ve given up my whole life for my career so you can’t educate me about love and loss. Been there, done that—hell, I own the goddamn t-shirt.
“Fernando is grasping at straws. His motivations are purely self-serving and completely narcissistic at this point. If you truly want everything to work out for you, the club and Naomi’s career, you would consider the situation in those terms and stop worrying about what we’re going to do to a known criminal organization. They are being investigated under RICO—there’s information that is on a need to know basis—even I’m not privy to everything in this case. My superiors aren’t asinine or oblivious to the link that exists between the Lucifer’s Saints and myself.”
Ronan finished his breakfast and stood. “I don’t understand why he would send us on this goose chase. And why is he requesting yet another meeting in a few days?”
They both walked out of the restaurant together in silence.
He strode directly to his Harley and got on as Eve approached him again.
“Fernando is known to enjoy his own personal mind-fucks—if I may be so blunt. Like I have repeatedly stated, talk to Naomi. You two are extremely close, are you not? She’s your old lady and yet, you haven’t put a ring on her finger. You ever wonder why you haven’t proposed? She knows all your secrets and you’ve been candidly honest with her . . . but can you honestly say the same? Has she been completely and utterly honest with you?”
Ronan didn’t bother to answer her question because they both knew the answer even if it remained unspoken.
Naomi was his heart; the one woman he would take a bullet for and not regret it for one second. However, when all was said and done, he didn’t really know her. Not really.
Her secrets were an enigma to him; a part of her past she begged him not to ask about with bright eyes, a hot body and downright mind blowing sex. She avoided huge parts of her past with a passion. She didn’t truly want him to know all of her.
He realized Eve was right—he didn’t know her nearly as well as she knew him.
And that small piece of the puzzle troubled him more than anything Fernando could ever threaten to do to him or his club.
Chapter Four
Naomi
B y the time Ronan came back from his meeting with Eve, my heart thundered in my chest and I felt like my whole body was on tenterhooks. He pulled into the compound and backed up his custom, black and silver Harley-Davidson
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