Ryan Michele - Seduce Me

“What?” I grumble into the phone and pray it is nothing. Hopeful mom has the flu or Low is having a meltdown about something. Ravage has been through the wringer lately and we are due some down time. Past due.

“Get the fuck here! Cops just left. They fucking raided the clubhouse and destroyed everything!” Pops yells in the other end of the phone.

I move out of bed careful as I can, not to jostle Angel. I shove my legs in each pant leg; the harsh denim material wakes me up even more as Pops words roll around my head. A million questions and finally I focus on one.

“They find anything?” I ask, knowing we have our skeletons we need to keep hidden at Ravage.

“I don’t fucking know. They didn’t arrest anyone, but that doesn’t mean shit.”

Pops is pissed. This is just a never ending cycle lately. We handle one situation just to have another blow up in our faces.

“On my way.” I hang up the phone and jam it back into my pocket. Turning to look at Angel, her eyes are shut, eyelashes fanning across her delicate cheeks. She looks so calm and angelic. I hate waking her, but she needs to know I’m leaving. Leaning down I kiss the top of her head and call out her name softly. With a grumble, she wakes and pouts her cherry lips.

“Baby, I’ve gotta run to the club. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Her eyes flutter open “Okay babe. Love you.”

Kissing me, she drifts back to sleep.

I snatch a cotton shirt off a hanger in the closet, slipping it on and stepping out of the dark room into the hallway and shove my feet into my boots. I walk out of our home preparing myself for whatever is going on now.

Jumping on my bike, I rev up the motor, the vibration doing nothing to calm my nerves and thoughts. I just need to get there, get the facts, and help the brother’s make a plan. Pulling back the throttle, I gun it to the clubhouse, the roar of the engine echoing on the deserted streets.

Can’t a man just get a moment of peace?