A thud on the door startled her. No one could get into the building unless she buzzed them through the front door, and she hadn’t met any of the other tenants.

“Who is it?” She balled the chip bag and walked over to the door.

“Ah...”

She heard whispers and then the smack of flesh hitting flesh.

“Tuscan Movers. We’re here to...ah...finish the job.”

Puzzled, she pulled open the door only to step back when a burly man wearing a Tuscan Movers T-shirt was thrust in her face. Sophie recoiled, barely recognizing the mover who had laughed when she’d asked him to finish unpacking her stuff. His face was covered in cuts and bruises, his eyes were black, and his shirt stained red with blood.

“These the guys?” Ace shoved the mover forward, and turned to grab another man behind him, similarly beaten, and shove him forward, too.

Shocked, Sophie could only stare as Ace, Jackie, Kickstand, and two other Rogue Riders followed the movers into her apartment.

“Sophie.” Ace raised his voice, snapping her back to reality. “Are these the guys who dumped your stuff and walked away?”

She looked at the two badly beaten movers, pale and quiet now instead of angry and belligerent as they had been the previous day when they walked out on the job. “Yes.”

“Right. They’re here to finish the job. Kickstand, Slider, Spook, and I are gonna stick around to make sure the job gets done to your satisfaction. Jackie’s here ’cause I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable being alone with so many guys, and since she never shuts up, she’ll keep you entertained.”

“I heard that,” Jackie snapped, tossing her thick, dark hair over her shoulder. Sophie couldn’t figure out what she was doing breaking into a cop’s home with a bunch of outlaw bikers instead of walking the runways in Paris and Milan.

“Good,” Ace said. “You were meant to.”

“But...” Sophie interrupted them. “I filed a complaint.”

Ace raised an eyebrow. “How long do you think you would have to sit here with your stuff like this if you pursued things through official channels? Forever. That’s how long. My way, the guys show up and finish what they started.”

“You can’t just kidnap people and force them to work,” Sophie snapped. “It’s against the law.”

Ace snorted. “We’re an outlaw club, babe. We don’t acknowledge the authority of civilian law. Sometimes it gets in the way of justice, and that’s what I’m giving you now.”

“Justice?” She pulled him to one side while two of the bikers directed the movers to lift the mattress she and Ace had slept on last night. “They’re obviously here under duress. I’m a cop. I can’t condone illegal activities going on in my home while I’m standing right here.”

Ace stroked his chin and nodded. “Right. We’ll go to the Roadhouse. Get a drink. Then you won’t be standing here. You’ll be sitting somewhere else. With me.”