B - stard (Royal Bastards MC) - Sapphire Knight Page 0,43
comes to the nickname that he’s given me. He flicks his intelligent hazel orbs over my thin blouse and business skirt. He’s never seen me in my work clothes before now; he’s always gotten the relaxed version of me. Especially when he sneaks into my hotel room at night, I’m barely wearing anything at all, eager for his touch.
“Ripper,” the road name leaves me on a breath and then two security men are coming down the stairs, my father following behind. He’s got two others behind him and one on the plane for backup My own detail stands beside me, not that eight men could protect us from the Royal Bastards. I know better. These guys would never fight fair if it came down to it, and they’d chew through the security guys with bullets like they were an appetizer. The MC takes whatever they want and, in this case, it’s cold hard cash for my younger, rebellious sister. Madison’s fortunate. Another club could’ve gotten ahold of her and she may’ve not been as lucky to make it out of this unscathed.
“Ripper?” My father scans the guys until he lands on the president standing near me. There’s no way you can misinterpret who’s the leader here. He wears it like an invisible crown.
Ripper nods, appearing stony and intimidating.
“My daughter says you have something to speak with me about…a favor of sorts?”
“I do,” Ripper confirms, holding his hand out for my father to shake.
I’d begged my dad to hear him out. Thankfully, he seems to be taking my request seriously. He shakes the biker’s hand, offering him a nod. The move sets me at ease, thankful my father isn’t rebuking the idea immediately.
“We can walk and talk, if you’d prefer?” my father suggests, and my eyes shoot to Ripper, silently begging him to be on his best behavior. I’d never want to change the stubborn man. I only want him to have a fair shot at getting what he desires.
He acquiesces, and they veer off to the right. Blow picks up his flank and a guard does the same for my father. I watch as Powerhouse securely holds my sister to him. He’s careful not to hurt her, while telling her to be a good girl and do as she’s told. Little does he know, my sister has never done what she was supposed to. I certainly don’t expect her to start now, either.
“You’re a bitch, you know that?” Madison says to me as tears streak down her cheeks. Of course, she acts like this is my fault, and she hates me for it. Never mind that she’s the one who ran away and scared us all half to death like some unruly teenager. She won’t take responsibility for any of it. She never has in the past.
“You should’ve called, then maybe you could’ve worked something out with Dad. This isn’t my fault.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes, glaring at me as if I’m the filth beneath her shoe. “Give me a fucking break! You know he would’ve sent the hounds, regardless. He always does.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have left in the middle of the night then!” I scream in return, losing my temper. She’s so selfish. Doesn’t she realize that she’s not the only one who bears this responsibility? I’m just as stuck as she is, damn it! Besides, I was just as worried about her too, and let’s not forget our poor mother who Dad likes to keep everything from. Her behavior wasn’t fair to any of us, yet she wants to place the blame all on me. She’s lost it if she believes I’ll accept that burden as well.
“I’m a grown woman! You sold me out, you fucking kiss ass!” she shrieks in return.
“Your language has certainly gotten more colorful this time around. This is why he treats you like a child, because you act like one. Excuse me for being worried about you!” Tears prick at the back of my eyes, but I won’t allow them to fall.
This is the thanks I get for searching for her for months. She doesn’t deserve my tears right now. She’s never been happy to come home, but she’d always given in as soon as I’ve had a chance to really speak to her. This time, though, she’s treating me like I’m the Antichrist—as if I’m as bad as our controlling father. The last thing I desire is influence over her life. I only want her safety, for Christ’s sake.
She wails into