Gio (Steel Demons MC #6)

Chapter 6

Gio

I stormed out of Harper’s room—my room—and stopped, leaning against the door to let out a long, frustrated breath. Harper was getting to me already and we hadn’t even been together for an hour. Another few days with her and who knew what mental state I would be in. I let out a sigh, that would be a problem for later.

The more pressing problem was the Blood Reapers MC, which meant I needed to update the guys. Now. Luckily, I found plenty of them hanging in the bar with shots and beers in front of them while they shot the shit. “Diesel. I need to talk to you.”

He took a long pull of his beer and nodded. “Talk. Or is this private?”

I shook my head. “No, it’s about Harper.” I dropped down in a chair between my brother and Diesel and snatched Rocky’s beer while I told them about the Blood Reapers. “She overhead them talking about crates of guns and they followed her to her rental, trashed the place and left a threat.”

“Shit.” Rocky let out a low whistle. “Cole know?”

“Yeah, he called me when she called him. He doesn’t know the extent of things yet, but I wanted to talk to you first. Harper’s stubborn but she needs protection.” I explained about the gala and her stubborn refusal to stay safe.

“Fuck me, I swear you boys collect damsels in distress,” Rebel said with a grin.

Right up until this moment I would’ve agreed with him. But Harper was different. “She’s Sniper’s sister.” Calling him by his club name, I hoped, would make it clear that this wasn’t actually up for discussion. “And the Blood Reapers have her in their sights.”

“Focus,” Diesel growled. “Blood Reapers aren’t your typical MC. They do business with the cartels, the Bratva, even the Yakuza. That’s a lot of fucking money and a lot of business to keep quiet.”

“Don’t forget they are delightfully violent. Tortured a man’s wife because he wouldn’t sell them gun without the proper ID.” Slate shook his head and sighed. “They do the type of shit warlords do all in the name of getting ahead.”

Simply put, Harper was in real trouble.

“We’re protecting her,” Rocky said in a tone that left no room for argument.

“We are,” Diesel agreed. “Find out everything she knows,” he ordered.

“She thinks the deal is happening at the hotel because Viper and Carl were arguing about lugging crates of guns into the hotel. Viper promised to bring a sample of their catalog as long as they had the money. The only thing she heard about the sellers is that they’re Asian and they don’t fuck around.”

“It’s going down at the gala thing?” Slate shook his head again. “That could be a nightmare, but I think I could hack into the casino security system.”

Diesel nodded. “We need to think about how to handle this, but for now it’s best that you stick close to her, Gio.”

“I plan to.”

“Good,” Rocky laughed and stole his beer back. “Because you’ll be her date to the gala.”

I frowned. “What? Why? I don’t have shit to wear to a gala.” And there was a good reason for that, I didn’t get dressed up. Ever.

“It’s a good thing you and Harper are sticking close, I’m sure she can help you pick out something perfect to wear to her event.” Rocky’s joy at my expense was exactly what I expected from my annoying big brother, but the weird thing was that I wasn’t as annoyed or as pissed off as I should’ve been.

“Sounds like a plan,” Diesel answered when I didn’t. “I’ll let you know when we have the rest figured out.”

There was no getting out of it at this point and the thing about it was that I refused to let anyone else be responsible for Harper’s safety. Cole was as close as blood to me and Harper mattered to me. I was the best man for the job.

Hell, I was the only man for the job.

And the only thing to do now, was break the news to Harper.