Ride To Vengeance (A Rough Riders MC Novel #3): A Rough Riders MC Novel #3 (The Rough Riders MC Series) Read Free

hook yet and as far as I’m concerned, she can get into all kinds of trouble. I’m sure her superiors will be thrilled to find out she’s been acting as a double agent . . . for years —”
    “Eve, I’ll do it.”
    Ronan stared at Naomi but she shook her head at him as she placed a firm hand on his arm. “Babe, you don’t know what you’re gettin’ into.”
    “Yes, I do.” Her amber eyes met Eve’s hazel-green orbs. “Listen, I just wanna do what’s best for everyone involved. I want Aztecas Infierno to pay too. They didn’t just hurt us financially—they took down one of our own . Miranda was one of the sweetest old ladies I’ve ever known and she shouldn’t have died in a drive-by shooting. I’ll do this for her before I ever admit to doing it for you .”
    Eve smiled and shrugged apathetic shoulders. “I don’t give a damn who you do it for—hell, do it for starvin ’ kids in Guatemala for all I care. Just get it done.”
    Ronan watched as Eve left the office they used for church before he turned toward Hardy.
    “What do you think, brother?”
    The Vegas president shrugged. “What difference does it make what I think. I’m more worried about your old lady—”
    “Are you saying you don’t think I can handle myself?” Naomi questioned with a hint of anger and resentment leaking into her voice. “I’m DEA, Hardy. You think I got that job because of affirmative action? I worked my ever loving ass off and even an injury I suffered serving this fucked up country didn’t stop me!”
    “You misunderstand me, luv,” Hardy replied, his crystal blue eyes bright yet amused. “I know you’re badass but that’s not he point. I don’t want to risk your life for something that could cause excessive amounts of bloodshed, yeah? We lost Miranda. I don’t want another old lady lost—not on my watch. You got me?”
    Naomi stared at the president and nodded her head. “Sorry . . . it’s just . . . the whole time Ronan and I have been together, I’ve had to prove myself. I can carry my weight. What Eve just offered me, how can I say no to that? You think I want to do this for the rest of my life? I want a place in this club. I want to be a strong old lady and I want to be a woman with a backbone. I don’t wanna be Ronan’s bitch—I wanna be his old lady and I’m determined to earn that respect, come hell or high water.”
    Hardy reached over and grabbed her hand. “You will. Maybe you can help me with my old lady, yeah? She’s not cooperating at all and not even havin’ her in a precarious position will allow her for me to get a word in edge-wise.”
    Naomi smirked. “Sorry, can’t help you there. That woman of yours is in a whole other ballpark. If Sydney can’t reach her then you’re a goner.”
    Ronan laughed as he grabbed Naomi’s hand underneath the table and squeezed lightly.
    She turned toward him, her gorgeous features softened. She truly was a beautiful woman with her warm brown skin, the color of toasted almonds, amber eyes and exotic features. Her background, a mélange that came from a deceased mother who’d been half Washoe Native American and half-black combined with a father of black, Scots-Irish and Blackfoot Native American ancestry, complimented a pug-nose, high cheekbones that could cut glass, luscious full lips and silky yet wavy, short dark brown hair that ended just below her chin at the tip of her shoulders.
    It didn’t hurt she had a beautiful face, sweet personality and charming disposition; she was also cold as ice and had a body that wouldn’t quit. Her figure, athletically thin looked almost pornographic with her breasts, which were large enough to fill out dresses but small enough not to have to wear a bra. And that ass! Ronan could worship that heart shaped ass that would leave Beyoncé green with envy because it was sheer perfection in every way.
    “Well, I’ll give you lovebirds some time alone,” Hardy announced as he stood and walked out of the