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gave him an irritated glare and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.
    “What?” I growled at him.
    “Ryan is here…and she has a guest. She has requested for you to let her guest get settled before attempting to meet her,” Ellis said as he sprawled out in one of the chairs on the other side of my desk.
    “What?” I repeated. The situation was quickly going from irritating to enraging. Pushing back from the desk, I stood and started to walk around it. Yet again, Ryan always thought she could do what she wanted without asking anyone else for their opinion. “Who is it?”
    “You’ll find out soon enough.” Ellis held up his hands before I could say anything. “I warn you, though, she’s very skittish about being here. So be nice or you’ll have a very pissed off Ryan to deal with.” Ellis smiled, knowing it was the card to play with me. My damn sister. My only weak spot, even as irritating as I found her to be.
    “Whatever. Where is this guest ?” I sneered the word. I would like to have some fucking control of who was in my house. The bikers came and went whenever they wanted. I didn’t give a fuck because I knew they would take care of an intruder if one was found. Oddly, that’s exactly what I felt like my sister brought into my home. If she felt like she needed to smuggle this person in, then tell me I wasn’t allowed to see them. I ground my teeth together. I was losing control of my own fucking house and that was not acceptable.
    “ She will be across the hall from us so we are close by if she needs anything. No one ever uses that room anyway,” Ellis informed me, clearly not picking up on how pissed I was.
    “Fuck off. Tell Ryan she needs to get her ass down here right now or I’m going up there and will personally kick this guest out of my fucking house.” I leaned back on my desk and crossed my arms over my chest, lifting my eyes to the ceiling, and trying to rein in my anger as Ellis left the room without another word. Ryan was always pushing my buttons. I swore she did it on purpose sometimes. This, though, this was too far.
    I was still standing there when I heard a soft knock on my door. Ryan pushed it open and slipped inside before letting it shut behind her. “Hey,” she said quietly. She knew she was gonna get an ass-chewing.
    “Sit. Now.” I pointed at the chair Ellis had just vacated. She did, folding her hands in her lap, looking at me with big eyes. Nice try. “We need to have a serious fucking talk, Ryan.”
    “Can I explain first?” Ryan asked, sitting straighter in her chair.
    “No.” I glared at her. I didn’t give a fuck what her reasons were. She could’ve told me before arriving. She could have fucking asked before moving a stranger in. Gripping the edge of my desk, I could feel the muscles in my forearms bulging, but it was better than punching something…or someone. “You can’t just move someone into the house! Although you and Ellis seem to think this is your fucking love pad or some shit. This is fucking a biker club house. You don’t just bring some civilian in here! What if she’s using you to snoop? What if she gets into trouble when you aren’t around? The guys won’t know who the fuck she is, they’ll assume she’s just another whore!” I growled at her, throwing my hands in the air, slamming them back down on top of the desk. “You want me to treat you like an adult. You’re always saying I don’t realize you’re a grown-up. It’s ‘cause you do shit like this!”
    “Fuck off, Wrench. If you would shut the fuck up for two fucking seconds and let me explain shit, you would get it.” Ryan shoved out of the chair. Her hands were balled into fists, her anger just as sharp as mine. Obviously she wasn’t back to herself completely since ending her treatments, but she wasn’t nearly as frail as she had been. It was good to see, but as she regained her strength and weight, apparently she was regaining her attitude as well.