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men answered together. Biting into his pancakes, Ripper tried to
ignore the woman in the back of the diner. When everyone finished, Ashley said
goodbye to her friend. He stayed behind so he could have a word with Judi. She
looked too pale for his liking, and he hated to think about her suffering.
    Looking out of the window, he saw the last of the
bikes disappearing before heading to the back and sitting opposite the woman
who was plaguing his thoughts.
    She tensed as he sat down.
    “What’s the matter?” she asked.
    “Nothing, I wanted to see how you were doing.” He
leaned back, watching her.
    Judi paused, putting her fork down onto her plate.
“I’m fine, Ripper.”
    Staring into her dark brown eyes, he wondered what was
going on in that head of hers. She had always fascinated him, but he’d cut any
of the thoughts or curiosity from his mind. For the first time in the last two
years, he wanted to get to know more.
    “Really?”
    “What did you want me to say?” She hadn’t picked up
her fork to eat some more.
    Leaning over, he snagged one of her pancakes and ate
it himself. “Last night you killed a man. I’m not a fucking idiot, and I don’t
need a degree to know it fucks with people’s heads.” His first kill had left
him reeling for days. To get over it he’d drunk, done drugs, and fucked every pussy
available to him to stop thinking about what he’d done. Being in the club
helped him even more.
    Tears filled her eyes, and she looked down at her
food.
    “I’m trying not to think about it.”
    Her voice was only a whisper, but he caught the sadness
in her tone.
    “You need to think about it but get over it.”
    She looked up, glaring at him. “You told me not to
mention it outside of that hotel room. Why are you forcing me to talk about
it?”
    “Because I was being an ass, and you deserve better.
Killing a man doesn’t make things easier. I took care of it, but you need to
take care of it here.” He pressed his fingers to her temple.
    “I’m never going to be able to get over it. I killed a
man.”
    “I know. I’ve killed many.”
    She closed her eyes, picking up her fork to start
playing with her food. “How did you handle it?”
    “The usual way, drinking, snorting, and fucking. I
doubt it’s going to work that way for you.”
    Judi shook her head. “I’ve fucked enough men.”
    His hands fisted at his sides. “Don’t,” he said.
    “Don’t what? It’s the truth.”
    “No, it’s not. You were fucked by men, forced to do
it. You were never willing.”
    “How do you know?” she asked, glaring at him.
    “A willing woman doesn’t get beaten black and blue by
their pimp.”
    Her cheeks were bright red. Reaching over, he took
hold of her hand. “I bet you don’t even know what it’s like to experience a
real orgasm.”
    Shut up, Ripper.
    He didn’t listen to reason. “Do you even know what
it’s like to have a man filled with the need to pleasure you, licking your sweet
pussy?”
    She gasped, looking up at him. “Ripper, what are you
doing?”
    “Nothing. Fucking nothing.” He stood up, throwing some
notes down onto the counter. “If you ever need me, call me.”
    He stormed out of the diner, straddling his bike. What
the fuck was his problem? Judi was not his problem to deal with. She was twenty
years old and deserved a life of love and happiness, where all her dreams come
true. He wasn’t the kind of man to give such a commitment.
    Pulling out of the town, he felt the wind on his face,
not caring he wasn’t wearing a helmet. Safety was for fucking pussies.
    Ripper drove for the next couple of hours, his
thoughts tormented by Judi. She shouldn’t be invading his thoughts or even occasioning
his sexual ones. When he got back to the club he found Devil and Lexie hanging
out. Vincent and Phoebe were absent along with the kids.
    Lexie was curled up against Devil looking pale. She
was rubbing her stomach and sipping some water. Her head rested on Devil’s
knee. Nodding