Ruined: A scorching hot romance book with a bad-boy. Perfect for fans of Fifty Shades Freed
me. I didn’t want to go to pieces now, and there was something about knowing Smoke was here, that he had my back, that made the tension inside me relax.
‘Hey,’ he said quietly, and his familiar, deep voice eased the panicked feeling. ‘It’s okay. We’ll get her. You tell anyone else about this?’
‘No.’
‘How did you get here? You got a car?’
‘Yeah.’ The short, flat questions calmed me even further.
‘Good.’ He ran one long-fingered hand over his shorn head. ‘Fuck. Okay. I want you to go home and stay there. I’ll go get Annie.’
I knew he’d help because he always did. Still, relief had me leaning against the wall to stop myself sliding down it. But that was the way I dealt with things. If something needed to be done I tended to focus on that to the exclusion of everything else—even my own feelings. Because feelings just got in the way.
The downside was that when I’d done what I needed to, I tended to get overwhelmed by the inrush of the emotions I’d managed to block. It probably wasn’t a healthy way to deal with things, but it had got me out of a lot of bad situations in the past so I wasn’t knocking it.
Smoke’s gaze sharpened, his dark eyes glittering. He knew when I was crashing.
‘You need a lift home? I’ll get Tiger to take you.’
Part of me wanted to go with Smoke, but I knew he wouldn’t want me getting in the way. Still, I wasn’t going to collapse like a complete loser.
‘No, it’s okay. I’ve got my car.’ My throat tightened, a wave of fear hollowing out my stomach. ‘I just want her home, Dane. Please.’
Panic had made me use his given name, and even though he hated it when I did, the look in his eyes softened.
Lifting one of those large, warm hands, he touched my cheek—light, fleeting. ‘It’s okay, kitten. I’ll get her back.’
Kitten. When I called him Dane he called me kitten. A stupid joke.
Yet for the first time ever the touch and the dumb pet name sent a strange shiver straight through me.
He didn’t seem to notice as he dropped his hand. ‘Jesus, why the fuck is he doing this? He knows I’ll fucking kill him if he so much as touches you or Annie.’
I dismissed the shiver. I really didn’t need any more weirdness tonight.
‘I don’t know. He seemed fine when he dropped her home last week.’
Justin had been quiet for weeks, with the threat of a restraining order keeping him in line. He was a lawyer, and he was always talking about how he could get around it, but he hadn’t done anything—much to my relief.
Then again, if Smoke went and got Annie and some shit went down...
‘Don’t do anything stupid, okay?’
I hooked a finger into one of his belt loops, holding him in case he decided to take off without listening to me. He never had before, but I wanted to be sure. He viewed Annie as a surrogate daughter and was hugely protective of her.
‘I know Justin’s a dick, but he could make life difficult for you.’ I didn’t add that he could also make life difficult for the rest of the Knights, too, but I didn’t need to.
Smoke looked down at me, his face unreadable. ‘He’ll get what’s coming to him, Cat. Nothing you can do to stop it. Especially if he tries pulling any more of this kind of shit.’
I swallowed, my throat dry all of a sudden. ‘It’s not him I’m worried about.’
Something shifted in his guarded dark eyes, but I couldn’t tell what it was.
‘Yeah, I know. Don’t worry.’
He smiled. and I knew then that he was furious. Because he only ever smiled like that when he was angry.
‘I’ll let him live.’
And for the second time that night I shivered.
Smoke
I’D KILL FOR that kid. I’d kill for Cat.
And as I headed out of the clubhouse and got on my bike I wanted to. Wanted to wrap my hands around that motherfucker Justin’s neck and choke the living shit out of him.
He’d never pulled anything like this before, and I knew it was a bad sign. So far he’d kept his hands off Annie, but it was only a matter of time. Pricks like that were all the same—and I should know since I’d grown up with one.
As I slammed up the kick stand Tiger came over. He looked stoned, which was unsurprising given the smell of weed wafting around the clubhouse entrance.
‘Whatcha doing?’
‘Cat’s got a problem with Annie,’ I said shortly. ‘Going to deal with it.’
‘Need a hand?’
‘Nope.’
The fewer people involved with this the better. Especially if that fancy-ass fucking lawyer was going to start throwing his weight around. He was the son of the local police chief, and that was the only reason he was still walking around and breathing.
Keep, the Knights’ president, didn’t want any situations escalating with the cops since the Knights had got them sweet a year or so ago. A few favours here, a few favours there and they left us alone.
The chief’s son ending up dead would kill that arrangement.
Which was a big fucking pity for me.
He’d hurt Cat once before—hurt her real bad. I’d have killed him for that alone and screw the fucking peace agreement if she hadn’t told me to back off.
I’d never understood that. But she was my friend and I didn’t want to fuck up her life any more than it was already.
‘Sure?’
Tiger liked to be involved when shit went down, but tonight he could stay here. He’d had too much to smoke anyway.
‘I’m sure.’ I started up my Harley, the roar of the pipes filling the night air. ‘But keep an eye on your phone in case I need backup.’
He gave me a salute with two fingers near his forehead and I took off, heading out onto the streets.
I knew where Justin lived. Sometimes I used to ride past his townhouse just to remind him that I was out there, looking for an excuse to end him. A warning to stay away from the two people I cared about most in the world.
What the fuck he was doing with Annie tonight, I did not know. But one thing was for sure: he’d made the biggest fucking mistake of his life.
I must have got lucky or something, because as I pulled up to the kerb outside his house, the door opened and out the prick came—Annie in one arm, the handle of a giant suitcase bumping down the stairs in the other.
He didn’t see me at first, obviously in a hurry to get both the kid and the suitcase into the back of his fancy BMW. So I gave him five minutes to let him think he was going to get away. Then I got off my bike, walked up to the car as he was closing the door after him, and wrenched it open before he could get it shut.
‘What the hell?’
He looked up at me from his place in the driver’s seat, his face a mask of rage. That soon turned to fear as I leaned an elbow casually on the roof of the car, my other arm on the open door to stop him from getting out.
‘Hey, Justin,’ I said, smiling. ‘Going somewhere?’
His mouth twisted. ‘Get away from the car or I’ll