His Loyal Rebel - Debra Kayn Page 0,6

could shake the arousal off him, she pulled away from the curb and drove away.

Only when he got a good look at the car could he place where he'd seen her before. She was the chick that tried to shoot the Cusclan member the other night.

"Fucking hell," he muttered, starting his Harley.

He took off in the same direction. By the time he reached the stop sign at the end of the block, she'd driven out of sight.

What in the hell was Ringtail doing getting mixed up with women who belonged to Cusclan Motorcycle Club?

He changed directions and headed toward Promise. It was time to sweep the club again and get rid of the weak.

Chapter 4

Whip

Ringtail landed on the table. Glass shattered on the concrete floor. Ignoring the pain in his right hand, Whip grabbed Ringtail by the front of his vest and hauled him to his feet again.

Brother or not, he'd kill any fucker who turned their back on Tarkio.

"That's enough." Priest approached him. "Take him outside before you two bust up the whole bar."

He pushed Ringtail toward the back of Promise Bar, preferring to keep Tarkio business away from paying customers.

Hammer tossed him a towel as he pushed through the swinging door to the back room. He slapped Ringtail with the cloth, handing it off. His MC brother was in worse shape than him.

Whip stepped away from the building, hunting down his pack of cigarettes and finding them in his vest pocket. He hadn't planned on fighting tonight, especially at the bar with a crowd of people watching him.

But he couldn't get a straight answer out of Ringtail about his involvement with a woman belonging to Cusclan Motorcycle Club.

Priest walked outside. "All right, somebody start talking. What the hell is going on?"

He raised his brow, passing the reason off to Ringtail to explain. Everyone knew his position within the club since returning from prison. He kept everyone in line and loyal.

If he had a beef with a member, he was responsible for making sure he got the members to honor Tarkio's bylaws and curtail any activities that would bring danger to the club.

Ringtail held the towel to his nose. "I was late for work."

Whip lit the cigarette and exhaled harshly. Priest knew him better than that. He never made it a habit to fly off the handle over one of the members turning up late or sleeping off a hangover.

"I want the whole story and make it short," said Priest.

"I was with this girl I've been hanging around. I lost track of time." Ringtail lowered the towel, cleared his throat, and spit on the ground. "Swear on the patch, Prez."

Priest looked to Whip. He gave a slight shake of his head. There was no crime to stick your dick in a hole.

He inhaled deeply, drawing the smoke into his lungs, and on an exhale, said, "I found him with two women who belong to Cusclan."

"Bullshit." Ringtail laughed harshly. "I was only with one, and Angie doesn't belong to anyone, especially those assholes."

"Then, explain to me why just the other night, Rick and I witnessed one of the blondes taking potshots at a Cusclan member," said Whip.

"Is this the same incident you told me about across from the shop?" Priest widened his stance.

He nodded. "She came out of the same house where I found Ringtail, pissed off at the world when I fetched him from the house. I stayed until after he'd left. It looked like she was leaving. She had a suitcase—"

"That's Angie's sister, man." Ringtail held the bridge of his nose. "She showed up a couple of days ago, needing a place to crash. I don't know shit about her, except her and Angie don't get along. They fight like cats every time I'm over there."

"What's her last name?" asked Priest.

"Hell if I know." Ringtail rubbed the front of his chest.

"If they're sister, you know," said Whip.

"Angie's last name is Landers." Ringtail grimaced on a groan. "If you're thinking I'm messing with Cusclan—"

"We're trying to keep you from losing your life." Whip tossed the cigarette.

Like his dad had done when he was alive, he made sure the Tarkio members had the best chance at living a longer life than if they were sent out on their own. He couldn't have members rubbing shoulders with their enemies.

"Report to Curley in the morning at the clubhouse. Give him all the information you have on this girl and her sister. We'll run a background check on them and see what we're