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Chapter Five

Tyson

I didn’t get what her problem was. She had understood what my tattoo meant. I knew that now for a fact as I glared across the bar at her sitting on Cyrus’s lap.

At first glance, I didn’t recognize her. Her raven black hair was up in a ponytail and she was wearing a dress, but what really threw me was that she was on Cyrus’s lap and he was laying claim to her.

I never thought I would see her at a club party. She was the last person I expected to see tonight. But then I spotted her on his lap.

No wonder she had been avoiding me at school. She wanted nothing to do with me. Clearly, because she was already hooked up with a biker. Cyrus was a cold-hearted dick of a man. I don’t know what she saw in him.

But she clearly loved him. I could see that from the way she was letting him touch her. His hand on her back like that only said one thing. Property. His property.

I saw her eyes snap up and for the first time she noticed me. She eyes went wide with concern. Then she tilted her head slightly as I glared at her.

Why would it happen to me? Get a hard on for a girl that was taken? Dad said something to her and her attention went off me.

Fuck it. I was going to do it. I shouldn’t go over there. But I was going to anyway.

I walked through the crowd. She had her back to me now and her hand was gripping a beer while the other ran through her hair. I didn’t catch what she said.

But I got close enough in time to hear Cyrus chuckle, “And here I thought my ability to kill a man would have her running.”

I saw Layla shrug.

So, she knew the sort of man she was hooked up with then? A cold-hearted killer? That didn’t have her running off his lap and away from him?

Any girl with a brain would be running in the other direction of this man. He was double her age! Did she not care about that?

“Tyson. Finally back, I see.” Dad looked at me.

I nodded my head. Collecting money was the bane of my existence. It was always my job to collect it.

Dad kicked a chair out next to him. “Sit. Drink. Have you met Layla?” That was Dad’s way of introducing someone. He also was giving me an order to be polite.

Well, she could get fucked. I slumped down in the seat across from her and her man. A president. She would have to know he was deadly dangerous.

I hadn’t put two and two together. New biker club in town and her appearance.

“We go to school together, Reaper,” Layla answered Dad’s question. I sure as fuck wasn’t speaking. I was too busy glaring at her and she had noticed.

Her eyes flickered to mine for a second and I saw the panic in them and saw her gulp.

I didn’t glare at people often. But when I did, I made sure they felt it. Like right now I was hoping she was feeling what I was feeling: disappointment and hurt. Why didn’t she just tell me she had a boyfriend?

I guess she had avoided me. I always had an empty seat next to me and she would sit at the front of the class.

I was silently spraying every curse I knew at her.

“So, about this week’s shipment. We should be able to run them up the coast for you.” Cyrus was talking business in front of her! Was he fucking stupid?!

Dad nodded his head and seemed fine with the fact we were talking business in front of Layla.

I saw her squirm more as I glared at her harder.

“We shouldn’t talk business unless we are in private.” I spat the words out and not one of them would fight me on it. Business was just that. Business.

I kept glaring at Layla as she got up. “I’ll let you talk business.” She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here.

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