Riggs' Ruin (Kings Reapers MC Book 1)

the bar before we’ve asked for anything. I smile gratefully at Cathy, the head bartender, and we take our drinks to a quiet corner. I fill Eva in on what Malia said about Ziggy. She finds the whole thing hilarious. “You’re overreacting. He’s just a kid too and probably doesn’t understand what he’s saying,” she reasons.
“That’s bullshit. His dad is a biker. He wears the leather jacket with the thingy on the back,” I say.
“The club badge?” asks Eva.
“Whatever it is,” I dismiss. “One of the other moms at school told me it’s a gang. He’s basically in a biker gang and his kid is out of control.”
“You know you shouldn’t believe everything you hear. Do you think the same mom said nice things about you when she found out who Malia’s dad really was?” she asks, raising a perfectly plucked brow at me. I scowl, but she continues regardless. “You know more than anyone not to listen to gossip because it’s usually wrong.”
I scoff. “The gossip doesn’t do Reggie justice. He’s way worse than any story. Besides, I’m pretty sure none of the parents at Malia’s school know about Reggie being her dad.”
Eva smirks. “Yeah right. Sounds like they love to gossip, if you ask me.” She sighs. “If you’re really worried, then speak to the teacher. Maybe she can try and encourage Malia to play with different kids, but I really think she’ll be heartbroken without Ziggy. She’s really taken with him.” I roll my eyes. Eva is a hopeless romantic.
“If we have to move again, they’ll be two very sad kids. They shouldn’t get so attached. Don’t you think it’s weird to be this attached at their age? Maybe I should go straight to his dad and tell him what his kid’s been saying?” I suggest. “Ask him to speak to Ziggy about making new friends?”
Eva shakes her head. “Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” But my mind is made up and the alcohol makes me slightly braver than I’d normally feel. I drain my drink and stand. Eva looks panicked. “You mean now?” she whisper-hisses and I nod.
“His gang drinks at The Windsor.”
“Please stop calling it a gang. It’s not how they like to be seen. It’s a club, and if you call it a gang, he might get mad,” says Eva with a hint of hysteria in her voice.
We walk to The Windsor pub and stand outside. It doesn’t look anything special, just like a regular bar. Nobody ever goes in there unless they are part of the bike gang. It’s a fact everyone just seems to know without anyone having to say it.
A few men are standing around outside chatting and smoking cigarettes. Eva grabs my arm. “I think this is a very bad idea,” she whispers.
“It’s fine. He’s hardly gonna kill us for being concerned parents.”
“Actually, you’re the concerned parent. I said I wasn’t concerned at all. In fact, I laughed and told you it was nothing to worry about. I want it noted that I laughed.” She’s stressing out. Eva hates confrontation, and usually, I’d avoid it too, but alcohol makes me brave.
I smile and untangle her arm from my own. “Noted.”
I lead us towards the entrance and a beefy arm shoots out, blocking our path. “Who are you?” he grunts, and I step back slightly to see a mountain of a man with dark eyes and a ruddy face.
“Who are you?” I ask and he glowers at me through slits that look nothing like eyes anymore.
“Are you trying to be funny?” he growls, his forehead creasing with a frown.
“Nope. It’s only right that you introduce yourself first because you want to know who I am.” He stares at me, completely baffled, and then I hear Eva sigh as she pushes forward.
“Sorry. My friend forgot her manners. I’m Evalyn and she’s Anna.” His eyes seem to soften at Eva as he assesses her. “We’re just here to have a quick chat with, erm . . . ” She looks at me seemingly for a name, but I shrug my shoulders. Her eyes widen. “You mean you dragged me here and you don’t even know who the hell you’re looking for?” she whisper-hisses.
“I’ve never spoken to him,” I hiss back. “I didn’t know it was the kind of place to have a fucking guest list. It’s a dump.”
“Oh wow.” She throws her hands up in the air and turns to face me. “Are you trying to see how many insults you can throw at this poor man before he escorts you away from the premises?”
I notice we now have the attention of some of the other men. “I’m just saying that—” I begin.
“Forget it,” the mountain utters. “You’re both driving me nuts. Go, look inside for whoever it is you want. What harm can you pair do? I’ll give you two minutes before I come and kick your asses out.” He steps to the side and Eva gives me a triumphant smirk before leading us inside.
“Good cop-bad cop never fails,” she says, looking around the crowded bar. “Shit, are they having sex?” she asks. Her eyes practically pop out of her head. I follow her stare over to the snooker table and realize that, yes, there’s a couple having sex, and nobody is taking the slightest bit of notice.
“Christ, let’s hurry up and get out of here.” I take her arm and pull her through the bar. I’ve never seen so many men wearing the same leather jacket before. It makes it harder to spot the man I want, but when I do, he takes my breath away. It’s not the first time that’s happened. When I first saw him at the school gates, I thought my panties would melt off and jump in his pocket. They were desperate to come off. He doesn’t come to the school often, so I don’t get to appreciate his hotness on a daily basis.
He throws his head back and a deep, rumbling