The worst of Ruger’s anger had cooled by the time he pulled into the yard at the clubhouse. Anger would do Krissi no good, and he knew it. First things first. Right now, she needed medical attention. After that, they could find out what they could about her relationship with her father. He hoped to God she was here trying to get away from him and his influence and not spying on them for him.
As far as he knew, the Demented Souls hadn’t done anything to draw his attention, other than avoid being indebted to him in anyway, but they weren’t alone in that. While most of the clubs for several states surrounding New Mexico owed them, a good twenty percent didn’t. The Souls had just made sure they stayed in the latter group.
Ruger backed the bike into Tuck’s usual parking spot and killed the en
