His Loyal Rebel - Debra Kayn Page 0,11

had left Big. Then crossed her heart that she had never been involved with any Cusclan member before crying that she loved Ringtail and would never do anything to lose him.

He'd done the only thing he could think of to help Ringtail and Angie stay together and suggested Ringtail take Angie away from her sister. Now, his MC brother could go on with his life with his girlfriend, and as long as Angie made sure not to go around Twyla, things would either work out with the young lovebirds or not.

"The club is growing." Tracy sat down on Rick's lap. "Babies and women popping up everywhere."

He grunted. He wasn't involved with the way Tarkio members reproduced. All he was trying to do was keep the peace.

"When are you going to settle down?" asked his sister.

"Why would I want to do that?"

Tracy raised her brows. "It must get old messing around with the women. Don't you want to have one woman you go home to every night? Maybe get out of the clubhouse and into your own place?"

"And come home to someone nitpicking me every night and wondering what I'm doing when I'm not at home? No, thanks." He leaned forward, being careful to let Rocky lean against the cushion and stay sleeping. "I best be getting."

Tracy's gaze warmed. "There's someone out there for you, and she's going to change your mind about being single."

No good ever came from loving someone. He'd seen what love had done for his parents. They were both dead, murdered by Cusclan members.

"Thanks for dinner." He leaned over and kissed his sister's forehead. "Love you."

He held out his fist and knuckle bumped Rick. At the door, he looked back at them. His sister cuddled against his brother-in-law's chest. The hardness surrounding his heart softened. He had a family—kids in the form of his nephew and niece.

That's all he needed to settle him down. It felt good knowing his sister had found a solid, loyal man to take care of her. She'd have the family she missed out on, living the lifestyle.

If something happened to him, Tracy would be okay.

Shutting the door quietly, he sauntered out to his motorcycle. Because of the pressure over Cusclan running the underground gun trade, he wouldn't be going on the upcoming run to California.

Tarkio needed him in Missoula.

The smallest mistake could have dire consequences on the club.

He sat on his bike and looked up in the clear sky spattered with stars. Even a spitfire blonde, thinking she was tougher than she was, could bring Tarkio down if the wrong information got into their enemy's hands.

He took the back roads, knowing once he reached the clubhouse, he'd drink himself deep into a bottle to forget the day. Dealing with the Landers sisters was enough to make any man drink.

Spotting a cop car ahead, he turned down a side street, hoping to get out of sight of the police. He slowed, not taking the chance of getting stopped for going over the speed limit.

He'd spent too many years in prison not to take the presence of those in authority seriously. When it came to the law, it was best to skirt around them, or he'd end up going down in a volley of bullets before he'd allow them to take him back to the pen.

Lights flashed behind him. His adrenaline spiked. Keeping his attention on the side mirror, he watched the red and blue orbs grow bigger the closer they got. The siren filtered through his helmet.

Searching the area in front of him, he tried to remember the streets and figure out where he could go. There was no one else in front of him. The cop wasn't on an emergency call.

The motherfucker was coming for him.

Needing to duck out of sight, he shifted and laid down on the throttle. There was a time for caution and a time to get the hell away from the police.

He turned at the T and cut down an alley. Looking behind him, he caught a glimpse of the patrol car entering the backstreet.

Every muscle in his body tensed. He sped forward, flying through the cross street, lucky to miss the car thirty paces away heading toward him and thankful the police would be slowed in their pursuit.

He had to think and move fast. There was a reason they wanted to catch him, and he knew without a doubt, it had nothing to do with the way he rode tonight.

Hell, he'd come from a quiet dinner with