Ride To Vengeance (A Rough Riders MC Novel #3): A Rough Riders MC Novel #3 (The Rough Riders MC Series) by Selene Chardou Page B
Authors: Selene Chardou
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I wanted to take back control if possible but I knew secretly, the battle was lost on my end before it’d officially begun.
He shook his head though his violet-blue eyes never left mine. “All she said was Fernando had his own reasons for requesting a second meeting. Be careful and get all the information we could but we were on our own. The Feds aren’t going to help us, not unless we can come up with intel that aids their RICO case against Aztecas Infierno .”
“I don’t understand—they aren’t interested in Carlito at all?”
“It’s not nearly that cut and dry, babe. They can catch him on their own and they don’t need Fernando’s help in that regard. Eve made it clear enough they weren’t sure what would happen as far as he was concerned. Obviously, they’re watching his movements but aren’t goin’ in ’cause he’s not worth it—not right now at least.” Ronan paused as he lit a cigarette and dragged from it hungrily. “What they want is Fernando. All his intel, his computers, the network—everything.”
My fingers pressed against my temples and I tried to think through the haze of early-morning booze. “I’m the only one who can get that intel.”
“‘ Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves ,’ or whatever the fuck that passage in the Bible says.” He pressed his forehead against mine and I could smell the mélange of cologne, cigarettes and leather on his skin. “What the fuck makes you think I’m gonna let you go out there and get what they need? You fuckin’ die on me and I got nothin’ left. You’re my world—my everything— and yet, they lose nothin’. What am I supposed to do without you, Nomes ?”
The tears fell from my eyes despite my best effort to stop them. I was supposed to be strong for the both of us because I knew nothing would happen to me. Fernando would never hurt me because he was still in love with me. If anything were to happen, I’d lose Ronan—and so would the club—not the other way around.
Could I honestly live with myself with his blood on my hands? All because I fell for a megalomaniac psycho at the age of seventeen and couldn’t seem to get rid of him once and for all?
“What choice do we have?” I whispered against his lips. “We can’t run. We can’t hide. I want the Feds out of our life—well, as much as we can get rid of them and . . . I don’t want to be an Agent anymore. They’re using it against me. If I don’t comply, it’s not as simple as getting fired from a job, honey. They could charge me with aiding and abetting, trade secret violations . . . the list goes on and on.”
“So I got no fuckin’ say in what happens to you?”
“Not this time.” I bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. “Not if we want our happy ending. It’s just how it is, babe. What can we do?”
Ronan stepped back and dragged from his cigarette again. “I’ll tell ya what we can do. I go Nomad. Step down and we just fucking keep driving. We got clubs we know, favors we can do. There are always losers to take out, and shit that needs to be handled under the radar. That’s what we do—we live under the radar for a few years. Shit’ll blow over and we can come back.”
“Baby, that’s not how it works, not with the Feds on our ass—”
“Listen, in twelve hours, we can both have passports. We’ll leave the country. We got chapters in Germany and we can work there for a while. Live in Europe, get married, sprechen some fuckin’ Deutsch . . . have kids. We don’t need to be here. We aren’t tied to the States, babe.”
“ Mierda , no estás jodiendo escucha ! There is nowhere to run. I. Have. No. Place. To. Go.”
My old man stepped back from me. “Holy Christ on the cross. Since when do you know fluent Spanish? I am fuckin’ listenin’ to you by the way and I’m tellin’ you we don’t gotta be here to watch all this shit go down. I’m not losin ’ you to some fucked up Fed case they can make on
He shook his head though his violet-blue eyes never left mine. “All she said was Fernando had his own reasons for requesting a second meeting. Be careful and get all the information we could but we were on our own. The Feds aren’t going to help us, not unless we can come up with intel that aids their RICO case against Aztecas Infierno .”
“I don’t understand—they aren’t interested in Carlito at all?”
“It’s not nearly that cut and dry, babe. They can catch him on their own and they don’t need Fernando’s help in that regard. Eve made it clear enough they weren’t sure what would happen as far as he was concerned. Obviously, they’re watching his movements but aren’t goin’ in ’cause he’s not worth it—not right now at least.” Ronan paused as he lit a cigarette and dragged from it hungrily. “What they want is Fernando. All his intel, his computers, the network—everything.”
My fingers pressed against my temples and I tried to think through the haze of early-morning booze. “I’m the only one who can get that intel.”
“‘ Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves ,’ or whatever the fuck that passage in the Bible says.” He pressed his forehead against mine and I could smell the mélange of cologne, cigarettes and leather on his skin. “What the fuck makes you think I’m gonna let you go out there and get what they need? You fuckin’ die on me and I got nothin’ left. You’re my world—my everything— and yet, they lose nothin’. What am I supposed to do without you, Nomes ?”
The tears fell from my eyes despite my best effort to stop them. I was supposed to be strong for the both of us because I knew nothing would happen to me. Fernando would never hurt me because he was still in love with me. If anything were to happen, I’d lose Ronan—and so would the club—not the other way around.
Could I honestly live with myself with his blood on my hands? All because I fell for a megalomaniac psycho at the age of seventeen and couldn’t seem to get rid of him once and for all?
“What choice do we have?” I whispered against his lips. “We can’t run. We can’t hide. I want the Feds out of our life—well, as much as we can get rid of them and . . . I don’t want to be an Agent anymore. They’re using it against me. If I don’t comply, it’s not as simple as getting fired from a job, honey. They could charge me with aiding and abetting, trade secret violations . . . the list goes on and on.”
“So I got no fuckin’ say in what happens to you?”
“Not this time.” I bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. “Not if we want our happy ending. It’s just how it is, babe. What can we do?”
Ronan stepped back and dragged from his cigarette again. “I’ll tell ya what we can do. I go Nomad. Step down and we just fucking keep driving. We got clubs we know, favors we can do. There are always losers to take out, and shit that needs to be handled under the radar. That’s what we do—we live under the radar for a few years. Shit’ll blow over and we can come back.”
“Baby, that’s not how it works, not with the Feds on our ass—”
“Listen, in twelve hours, we can both have passports. We’ll leave the country. We got chapters in Germany and we can work there for a while. Live in Europe, get married, sprechen some fuckin’ Deutsch . . . have kids. We don’t need to be here. We aren’t tied to the States, babe.”
“ Mierda , no estás jodiendo escucha ! There is nowhere to run. I. Have. No. Place. To. Go.”
My old man stepped back from me. “Holy Christ on the cross. Since when do you know fluent Spanish? I am fuckin’ listenin’ to you by the way and I’m tellin’ you we don’t gotta be here to watch all this shit go down. I’m not losin ’ you to some fucked up Fed case they can make on
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