Letting Her Lead (Ghost Riders MC 3)

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Lucias

By the time Savage and I get back to the clubhouse, it’s almost dawn and all I want to do is go to my room and crawl into bed with Izzy. It feels good knowing she’s there. Something I’d been wanting for months is finally at my fingertips. We found Pinch held up with some strung-out chick on the outskirts of town. He’d gone there in an attempt to hide when he got out of jail. When Savage and I kicked in the door, the little shit started begging for his life. He knew what was coming. Time was up.

We let his girl go, and she was all too eager to ditch him and make off with their stash of drugs. We let her run thinking this was the end of the line for him. We needed her to spread the word so that things got left alone and I could keep my promise to Izzy. People would think Pinch was dead.

We did manage to get in a few punches without causing too much damage. He needed some kind of retribution for all he’d done to fuck over the Ghost Riders. He was coming in as a prospect and got just enough information to sell it to the highest bidder. The kid was fucking smart. And real fucking stupid.

I crack my knuckles as we walk in, thinking about the beating he took. Cried like a bitch, but I think we got the message across. I made sure he knew that Izzy was mine and that he didn’t need to think about coming back for her anymore. I explained that the club had decided to give him a gift and he could keep his life, but if any of us so much as saw his shadow, he was going underground.

He agreed to get out of town and never come back as long as he knew his sister would be looked after. I guess some part of him deep down may have still cared for her, but not enough to put up much of a protest. Personally, I think he’d been waiting for someone to either take him out or end his situation, and he seemed ready to take the out.

“You talk to Julie?” I ask Savage as we walk into the club house.

“Yeah. She went to her mom and dad’s and got little A.J. I’m going to meet her at home since this shit’s taken care of. You cool if I head out?”

I pat him on the back as I pass him, going to my office. “Yeah, go be with your family. We’ll catch up later.”

Hearing him take off, the exhaustion pulls at me. The sun is coming up, but I’ve been up all night, and all I want to do is go upstairs and find Izzy and fall into bed with her.

I need to go into my office and check in with Scribe before I do that, so I make my way over. When I get to the closed door, I reach for the knob and before I can turn it, I hear Izzy laugh. I know that laugh because she’s given it to Ham before. She loves that damn dog, and it makes me so unreasonably jealous I could spit nails. Suddenly a rage is rolling over me and I jerk open the door, wanting to know who she’s giving her laughs to.

Izzy is on the couch in my office playing on a computer on her lap, Ham next to her. Scribe is sitting in a chair on the other side of the room on his laptop, too. When they hear me enter, they both look up for a split second and then go back to their laptops like I’m not even here.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Just got done raiding,” Scribe says not looking up. “Do you know who you brought here? One of the best Paladin healers on Mal’Ganis. I can’t fucking believe it. We’ve been raiding all night. She’s incredible.” He looks up and winks at Izzy, making me narrow my eyes at him.

“Mal’Ganis?” I say the word, oblivious to what the fuck it means.

“Warcraft,” Izzy says, still not looking up. “You know, For the Horde!”

“I don’t care what she is. She’s not raiding nothing with you.”

I feel like I could climb over my desk and rip out his throat, so I go to do it, but I feel Izzy’s hand on my arm. She’s dressed and has her glasses on now, and I guess that means Scribe got her shit and gave it to her.

“How’d it go?” she whispers and looks to Scribe and then to me. “Everything okay?”

I see worry in her eyes and immediately I want to comfort her. All my anger melts away and I want to make her feel better. I put my hand on her cheek and nod. “Yeah. As promised. It’s taken care of.”