Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC #1) by Lexie Davis Page A

Instead of forcing himself on her as she thought, he pressed his face against her neck and broke down, crying like a small child.
    Her heart ached as she wrapped her arms around him. She found herself wanting to protect him but she didn’t know how. He was a grown man that made his own decisions. While some were against his will, he had every ability to walk away from the club if he knew how terrible they really were.
    “I’m so sorry, Ella.” He whimpered as if he were in physical pain. “God, I’m so sorry.”
    She stroked his back, rubbing the tension from his muscles. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
    He let her comfort him for a little while longer before he pushed up and away from her. She stared at him, concerned for his well-being. He was high and didn’t know what he was saying. He had a tremendous amount of guilt, though he didn’t say what it was about specifically.
    “You need to go.” He nodded a few times as if he were convincing himself to let her go. “I need you to go.”
    She sat up. What could she really say to him? He was exactly how the junkies arrived at the clinic. They only fought addiction if they wanted to. He was struggling with so much more and Ella was afraid that it would push him in deeper or potentially kill him.
    “I can still help you.” She rubbed his arm. “You relapsed and you’re still alive, so it’s not the end of the world. You can come to the clinic and we can start all over again, except this time, you’ll have someone right there with you to help you get clean.”
    He stood and walked away from the bed. “Don’t you get it? I can’t fucking see you anymore. I can’t talk to you. I can’t fuck you. I can’t go to the stupid clinic to get clean. I can’t do it. You need to stay away from me, Ella. You need to go.”
    Ella had never seen him so agitated. Instead of allowing it to escalate, she stood and left the room. The music was blaring as she made her way back to the main room. Razor spotted her from across the room and she narrowed her eyes at him. He was killing his son and he didn’t even care.
    Ella left the party and went outside to her car. Maybe she should cut her losses and leave him alone. It killed her to even think about that since he could be alive today and dead tomorrow. The thought alone scared the shit out of her. There had to be another way. She just wished she knew what it was.

Chapter Seven
     
    Ryker walked around in a daze for nearly a month. He focused on the club and, when it was time to get ruthless, took his anger out on those that needed a good thrashing. He’d gone from drugs to fighting almost instantaneously. Everything pissed him off. Everyone pissed him off. He supposed he’d finally turned into the monster his father wanted him to be.
    “This guy says he can’t pay,” Vampire commented. “He also said that we can take his bitch as collateral.”
    Ryker’s hands clenched in his leather gloves. He knew junkies were a pain to deal with, which was why he hated dealing at a street level, but the damn wholesalers didn’t know how to fucking get the money for the drugs before they dispersed them. The fucking morons.
    “Take the chick,” Ryker commented. He stared at the man Vampire had kneeling before him. “You walk around like you’re some fucking king with a bitch on your arm when you can’t even pay your bills.”
    The girl was the least of his worries. Half of the fucking losers treated them like shit anyway and being a club coke whore was a dream compared to the shit they faced on their own. He knew Razor would probably like the chick. She didn’t seem the least bothered by their little arrangement either.
    “As for business, pussy only goes so far before I’m bored with it.”
    He slammed his fist into the guy’s face, cracking a bone or two. Ryker crawled on top of the bony guy, pounding his face with both of his fists. It took Vampire and Superman to pull him off before he killed the dickwad.
    “The next