Page 38 of Ride with Zane
“Better getting ready for tomorrow.”
“You're such a slut.”
“A fantastic one,” she laughs. “I need a real man, Ash. I’m done with these stupid baby boys.”
“Was Trevor that bad?”
“Fuck me, I had to tell him where and how, Ash. I mean he was hot as fuck but come on dude, watch some porn and learn how to satisfy a girl.”
“Sorry, babe. You’ll find someone to worship you for good.”
“Fingers crossed, sweets.” she giggles.
Zane
Getting back to the Clubhouse wasn’t exactly how I thought it would end this evening, but we have work to be done, and as much as I love to spend time with Ashley, The Vipers in town are my priority.
The rumors in the meeting room stop as soon I get in there.
“Where’s your Princess?” asks Blue, loading up a video.
“She stays out of this.” I take my seat at the table and silence my phone.
“Rock…” Denise’s voice from the back of the room makes me sigh.
“No, Di, she doesn’t need to know about this shit.”
“But she’s your ‘ol lady.” complains Mac.
“She is, but I need to keep her safe, Mac. She has a lot to think about right now. Once all is done, I’ll be the one to tell her about them, since then you all better keep your mouth shut. Got it?”
“Yes, Prez.” They echo in chorus.
“Good, now, what do we have?”
“Last night was interesting.” Brick begins. “Drew left the town for a couple of hours so I could sneak into his house.”
“Perfect,” I lean in resting my elbows on the table. “found anything we can use?”
“Yes,” he shows us some pictures he took. The walls of one of his rooms are full of Ashley’s pictures. There are few even from her home, they’re pretty zoomed so that means he couldn’t get closer since she has a gate.
“Is that her house?” Blue asks, surprised.
“Yeah,” I murmur, getting close to the monitor.
“She’s his target, but why?”
“Because he thinks I'll be focused on her. The target is not her but Harrison. They know we’re protecting them.”
“So how do we proceed?”
I have no idea. Not yet.
“Bring her here, we can keep her safe and one of us will go with her at her train sessions.” proposes Bonnie.
“We need an excuse, she’s wise.”
She shrugs. “I like skating, so I guess that’s my excuse.”