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Russ agreed. If he s found her, and she s brought back, Lewis may find some
peace.
Or it can send him on a mission to help more like her. Richard shrugged. I just
thought I d come and make sure you were still alive.
You knew I was alive. I ve kept in touch. I ve just not been around the club.
This thing with Anna. Is it serious?
Yes.
How serious? Richard asked.
I made sure she lost her apartment, put her stuff into storage, and fucked her
without wearing a condom. She s not on any birth control either. That s how serious I am
right now.
Shit!
Yeah.
How did she take that?
Anna freaked when she realized I hadn t used a condom. She shouted, and I
stopped her from losing her shit, by fucking her against the wall near her room. Since
then, she s moved into my room, and I spend every chance I can, making sure I get her
pregnant.
You ve got issues.
I m not giving her the chance to walk away. Call me a pussy all you want, but I
know what I want.
It s what has made you a great businessman. You ve not spent time dawdling on
a decision. You ve always been precise.
Thank you. I ll take that as a compliment.
You should probably stick your head into the club to let them know what s
happening. Lewis wants to demand a church meeting tomorrow.
I ll talk to Lewis when I stop by the club.
Richard got to his feet. For what it s worth, I happen to like Anna. She s a good
woman, a fighter. You need a fighter in your life. Take care of her.
I intend to take care of her, and protect her, Richard.
I d be careful of Tina. She s grown attached to you, and seems to be under some
kind of impression that she can win you over.
Thanks for the heads-up.
Russ watched Richard leave, and on his way out, several women stopped to admire
the large man. Richard stood out in a crowd, and even though he was a large, scary man,
women still flocked to him.
Pulling out his cell phone, Russ put a call through to Franny.
This is your third call of the day, Russ. Anna s fine, and I m making sure she s
not overdoing it. If she finds out you re calling every couple of hours, she s going to get
angry. Let her breathe.
I m sorry. I worry about her. Call me if anything changes.
You will be the first man I call. The line disconnected. Logging out of his emails,
Russ got to his feet, and got his PA, Daniel, to cancel the remainder of his meetings. He
had his cell phone, which allowed him to conduct business from wherever he was in the
world.
Within minutes he was on the road, heading toward the exclusive club for their
MC. While he was driving, he went back over the night over a couple of months ago when
he d heard Anna s scream. She had changed his life forever, and he d not even known it.
When he d gone to her hospital room, he d needed to know she was okay. Fuck, if he d
left it another night, she would have been dead. He hated the fuckers who took her, but
he hated every single bastard who hurt women.
Growing up in foster care, he d seen a shitload of evil in other people. One of the
homes he d been to had a father who liked to use his fists on his wife and the kids. Russ
couldn t stand to hear a woman crying, and when he had heard the sounds of the sweet
foster mother who took him in, he d not been able to keep his fists to himself.
One night, Russ had made sure he was awake when the pleas had started. His
foster mother had been so kind. The kindest woman he d ever known until Anna. She
loved to bake, and cook, and sing as Anna did. The only darkness inside her was that of
her husband. He scared her into staying with him. Looking back, Russ had no doubt that
someone would have saved her. She d been too kind, too beautiful to ignore. That Friday
night had changed everything. He had walked downstairs, making sure not to make a
noise.
His foster father had his belt in hand, and was beating her, slapping, and hurting
the woman who was just trying to protect herself.
Russ had seen red. He d grabbed the nearest lamp and thrown it at the man,
distracting him. When his foster father turned on him, she had tried to protect him,
jumping in front of him, and telling her husband to back off.
The next part still broke Russ to remember.
His foster father had back handed her so hard that she was pushed across the
room. The only problem was, the attack made her impact with a corner of the glass table.
He d watched his foster mother smash her head on the corner and fall to the floor dead.
The single blow to the head had killed her. Russ had gone to her, checked her pulse, and
discovered she was dead. He d exploded in a fit of rage, grabbing a poker, and
unleashing hell upon the man who had just killed the one woman who had protected
him.
Pulling out of his memories, Russ found himself at the parking lot of the club.
He d not gone to jail for killing his foster father. It had been proven he d attacked in self-
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