Den of Vipers

CHAPTER THREE
RYDER
I’m going over tomorrow’s calendar when I get the call. Placing the
phone back on my desk, I lift my head and narrow my eyes at Garrett,
who’s prodding his split knuckles in the seat across from me. “Your
guys are in lock up.”
That gets his attention. He drops his dirty boots from my desk, leaving
mud behind, making me frown. “What?” he snarls.
Leaning back in my chair, I steeple my hands. “It seems Rob’s daughter
managed to get the drop on them, beat them pretty good, and got them
arrested.”
He blinks, just staring for a moment. “You’re fucking kidding? A tiny girl
beat up my guys? Four of my guys, for fuck’s sake?”
“Yes,” I retort, raising my eyebrow.
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.” I nod. “If you want things done right, you gotta do them
yourself. Go get your men free, tomorrow afternoon, we’ll pay…” I lift the
bit of paper with her information on it. “Roxxane a visit.”
Garrett nods, swearing as he stomps off to do just that. Leaning over, I
brush off the dirt he left and go back to my calendar, but my thoughts are
distracted by that call. She must have had help. No matter, we’ll get her
ourselves. No one escapes our clutches.
My office door slams open again, making me sigh as I lean back. Why