Taming Blade (Kings Reapers MC Book 5) by Nicola Jane (mini ebook reader TXT) 📕

That news makes me feel even madder. I don’t want anyone dragging her anywhere. “Let me deal with her,” I say.

“Nah, man, you’re too close. We gotta find out what she’s told this cop.”

We arrive back at the club and we hear a commotion the second we step off our bikes. She’s screaming the place down in a rage that’s likely to alert the local cops any second. I rush inside, closely followed by Riggs. Vinn is sitting on a bar stool watching Tillie with amusement. “You asked Vinn to do it?” I snap, and Riggs nods. “Christ, Pres. She’s still important to me.”

“After what she’s done?” growls Riggs.

I sigh and move towards Tillie, who is too busy yelling to notice until I take her by the hand. She jumps in fright and then her face morphs into one that could be mistaken for a flesh-eating fairy. “How fucking dare you!” she screams.

“Sunshine—” I begin then wince when her hand strikes my face. She looks more shocked than I am as she rears back, staring at her hand.

“Don’t call me that,” she mumbles, her voice cracking with emotion.

“Listen, I need answers, Tils.”

“I told you, I don’t know anything because I haven’t told anyone.”

“Not even your boyfriend?” snaps Riggs.

She glares at him. “Not even him.”

“What happened? Did you share bedtime stories with him when Blade hurt your feelings?” he continues.

“Fuck you,” she hisses, and Riggs rushes quickly towards her. I move without thinking, putting her behind me and squaring my shoulders.

“Damn, brother, you must have it bad to put her before your President,” says Riggs, his tone menacing. “You need to start talking, little one, before I get really pissed. Cos if that happens, no one’s gonna stop me,” he warns Tillie.

“I’ll talk to her,” I say, looking him in the eye. He stares back for a minute, then nods. I turn to Tillie. “Let’s go upstairs and talk,” I say. She folds her arms stubbornly. It takes the last of my patience and I throw her over my shoulder and march for the stairs. “Keep quiet, you’ll wake the kids,” I snap.

We get into my room and I dump her on the bed, then lock the door. “So I’m a prisoner?” she asks.

“I just need to talk,” I mutter. She moves up the bed and leans against the headboard with her knees tucked to her chest. I hate that she looks so sad and hurt. “Ethan,” I begin and she rolls her eyes. “Hear me out,” I snap. “What’s his job?” She shrugs. “You’re dating and you don’t know what he does for a living?”

“He never told me. Something where he can get information. That’s how he got my address.”

“And that never made you a tiny bit fucking suspicious?” I snap, pacing the room. How could she be so fucking stupid?

“Are you saying he told the cops? Because I didn’t tell him anything.”

“I’m saying he is the fucking cop, Tillie!”

“No, I asked him on the very first date and he told me he wasn’t a cop.”

I look at her like she’s stupid. “He was already watching me, Tillie. He’s been playing you to get information.”

She shakes her head. “No, he wouldn’t do that. He was really sweet. He spent a fortune on our date. Why would he do that if it wasn’t real?”

“It depends how bad he wants to get me, get the club,” I snap. “Those cops get a good bonus.”

“I haven’t told him anything. I promise. He warned me off your club, said you were trouble. Whenever he asked about you, I thought it was cos he wanted to check I was single.” She covers her face in her hands and groans. “I feel sick.”

“You’re gonna have to stay here,” I say firmly, and her arms drop to her sides. “Riggs will never trust you. Not while this cop is sniffing around.”

“I’ve been so stupid,” she mumbles.

“I’ll get you a nice room,” I add.

“What will I tell Sara?” she asks.

I shrug. “Tell her you’re staying with me.”

“And what about the shop? I have a business to run.”

“Take a few days off,” I respond, heading for the door.

“I haven’t got my phone. Riggs took it from me,” she mumbles.

“I’ll get it. Sit tight here while I get you a room sorted.”

TILLIE

My eyes burn holes into Blade’s head while I wait for Sara to answer her phone. He might have given me my phone back, but that in no way means I’m any freer, because now he’s perched on the end of my new temporary bed, watching my every move. Her voicemail kicks in. “Hi, Sara. Just wanted to let you know I’m staying at the clubhouse with Eva. Let me know you got home safe. Love you.” I disconnect and Blade takes the phone from me, stuffing it in his pocket. “So you’re just gonna keep me here until when exactly?”

“I don’t know. Riggs is working on a plan.”

“Don’t you think Ethan might get suspicious and come looking for me?”

“You know he’s married?” he snaps, and I lean against the wall and slide down to the floor. “He really sucked you in.”

“Thanks for pointing that out,” I mutter. The truth is, I was starting to like Ethan. When he texted or called, I got a little buzz in my stomach. And all along, he was lying to me just to get information about Blade and this club. I groan again, feeling like an idiot. “I want to speak to him. I want to call him out on his shit.”

“Sure you do, Sunshine, but that ain’t happening.”

“I thought he liked me,” I say. “I need to yell at him or something.”

“Seems you’re a little disappointed. Maybe you were falling for him?” he asks, glaring at me. A knock at the door gets him up and moving. “Just in time,” he grumbles, storming out the room as Eva enters.

“What’s up with him?” she asks.

I shrug. She takes a seat on my bed and smiles sympathetically. “I