Chapter 11 - Ryker

What the fuck had I been thinking, charging into Willow's bathroom like a hero? I hadn't been thinking. That was the problem. The whole fucking point. She'd needed help and I'd just reacted. Like metal to a magnet, I was drawn to her.

That shit stopped today. Right now. From the sounds of things, she had enough men in her life who were more than willing to take a bullet for her. The only bullet I'd take was the one I'd put in her pussy before I fucked her.

"Penn, are you even fucking listening?" Amatucci snarled as his driver took us to the District Attorney's office.

I flipped through my short term memory. "You want to know what other evidence I have. Well, you're just going to have to find out when I tell Jerrod. I don't share my secrets, Amatucci. Get used to it."

He mumbled under his breath. Something about torture and pain. I blocked it out. I was used to people being pissed off with me. A good ninety-nine percent of them always were. I didn't mind in the least. Usually