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“Yeah, what’s up?” I reply, glancing around to make sure no one’s eavesdropping.
The place is buzzing tonight, but my mind’s been a mess since that night with Jordyn.
A week feels like forever and yesterday all at once.
“Just need to talk,” he says, leading me to a quieter corner.
His eyes have that look, the one that says there’s more going on than he’s letting on.
“Man, I gotta get this off my chest,” I say to Ripper as we sit at the bar, nursing our beers.
The dim lights cast shadows across his face, making him look even more worn out than usual.
He nods, signaling me to continue.
“Remember that night at The Rusty Nail?” I start, feeling the pressure build in my chest. “You were with me having a beer and went off to the bathroom. When you did, I saw Jordyn with that bastard Blake. He’s all cocky and shit. He starts running his mouth, saying she’s a biker slut.”
“Fuckin’ Blake,” Ripper mutters, his eyes narrowing.
He takes a long swig of his beer, but it doesn’t erase the tension etched into his features.
“Yeah, fuckin’ Blake is right.” I slam my fist on the counter, the sound echoing through the clubhouse. “I lost my shit, man. Couldn’t just stand there and take it. Had to show him no one disrespects her like that.”
“Good for you, standing up for her,” he says, arching an eyebrow in approval. But there’s something else lurking in his eyes, something heavy.
“What’s up?” I ask, leaning in closer. “You suddenly look stressed out.”
“There’s somethin’ you should probably know,” he says, his voice low, almost a whisper. He looks around, making sure no one’s eavesdropping. “Blake’s The Commander’s grandson.”
“Son of a bitch,” I breathe out, the weight of his words hitting me like a freight train. “That’s who Jordyn got mixed up with? Fuck, that’s not good.”
“Yeah. She really knows how to pick ‘em.” Ripper nods, his expression grim. “It’s a mess, man.”
“Mess?” I scoff, anger bubbling up inside me. “I wasn’t about to let the bastard talk to her that way. Knowin’ he’s The Commander’s grandson doesn’t change a thing. Sure, it makes it more complicated, but fuck him. He had no right to stand there in front of everyone and call her a biker slut.”
Ripper’s eyes darken. “Yeah, you’re right. Dumbass bastard.”
“Yeah,” I growl, slamming my beer down on the counter.
I can’t even hide my anger remembering what he did.
“I have to give credit where it’s due.” Ripper runs a hand through his hair, eyes darting around the room as if searching for answers. “You did right by her, man. Standing up for her like that.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure it’s gonna add fuel to the fire,” I mutter, wiping my hand on my jeans. “He couldn’t just be some stuck-up prick. He just had to be The Commander’s grandson. This is gonna cause all sorts of problems.”
“Yeah,” Ripper sighs. “It is, but we’ll deal with it.”
“Fuck,” I whisper, more to myself than to him.
The image of Jordyn hurt and vulnerable flashes in my mind.
The thought of anyone disrespecting her makes my blood boil.
Ripper nods slowly, taking another swig of his beer.
His gaze is hard and thoughtful. “She means something to you, doesn’t she?”
“More than I thought,” I admit, my voice coming out rougher than intended. Jordyn’s face flashes in my mind—a mix of defiance and vulnerability. “But it’s not just about what he said, Rip. It’s . . . everything. The way he looked at her like she was nothing.”
