Chapter Fifteen
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Blade
Ranger is standingnext to me when I get the call from Hannah.I don’t even need to look at him to know that he can tell something’s gone wrong just by the way I handle the conversation.My fist clenches around the phone as her voice comes through, shaky but trying to stay calm.I don’t like it.I don’t like the tone of her voice or the fact that some asshole is making her feel this way.
“What do you need from me, Prez?”
I hold up a finger to him as I listen to the end of the call, making sure I hear everything she’s telling me.When I end the call and turn toward Ranger, my jaw is tight, and anger bubbles through my veins.
“What do you need from me, Prez?”Ranger repeats.
“Hannah’s being harassed by an old boyfriend.His name’s Travis.”I spit the name as though it’s venom.“Find him, drag him to her house.”
I’m already walking toward my bike, and Ranger is on my heels, keeping pace like the good-fucking-enforcer he is.The tension in my chest is growing, tightening like a vice.My bike roars to life as I twist the throttle, the sound cutting through the silence, and Ranger follows me, his bike growling behind mine.
Without bothering to look back at him, I talk loudly over the noise of our engines.“No need to be gentle, but I want him alive.”
“Do you know where he was staying?”
I shake my head.“No.But he had a rental, a silver Honda.”
Ranger is a man of action, and I know he’ll get the job done.But the more I think about this Travis guy, the angrier I get.Nobody fucks with what’s mine.And I’m damn sure as hell not going to let this prick think he can get away with it.
Parking in Hannah’sdriveway, I swing my leg over the bike and take in her neighborhood.It’s quiet, almost unnervingly so.In Alaska, isolation is a double-edged sword—peaceful yet suspiciously solitary.I’ve always preferred a place where my privacy isn’t subject to neighborhood gossip.
The door creaks open, and Prophet emerges, his grim expression softened by a wry grin.
“You look like shit.”
He snorts, shaking his head.“Thanks, Prez.”
“And you know you shouldn’t have done it.Takes too much out of you, not to mention the damn side effects.”
Prophet grunts in agreement, running a hand through his hair.His gaze flickers to the surrounding houses.“Anyone notice?”
“Doesn’t seem like it,” I reply, scanning the windows for any signs of curiosity.“But we should do a canvas.”
