Page 3 of Ride Hard
“It neveris.”
“Is everything okayhere?”
I glanced at Yvette, who’d approached when things had become heated. We had a code behind the bar. When things got tense, check in. If things got out of hand, call in some brute force. We had a zero tolerance asshole policy in place for areason.
“Li’l Bitch was just leaving,” Isnapped.
“You’ll regret it,” Chaser said, not even glancing at Yvette. “It’s bad thistime.”
“Exactly,” I shot back. “This time. There’s always a time, and I’m notinterested.”
“Do I need to get Bobby?” Yvette asked, glaring atChaser.
I pointed toward the exit. “No, he was justleaving.”
Chaser held up his hands and smirked. His lip pulled up on one side more than the other, giving him a devilish allure that would look fantastic wrapped around my clit. Too bad he was on my dad’spayroll.
“No need,” he said. “I’m not into guys. I can takemyself.”
I made a face as he walked away, giving him the once-over so, you know, I would recognize him again. Hiding from your psycho daddy and his criminal organization—aka Fortitude Motorcycle Club—so you could start a new life kind of restricted yourmovements.
Chaser shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and strode through the busy club like he owned the joint. People—who I knew were their own special breed of violent—stepped out of the way to let him through, which didn’t bode well. Other dogs knew when to bow down to analpha.
“What was that about?” Yvette asked, her forehead creasing. “Is everything good withyou?”
“Just an old boyfriend rearing his ugly head,” Ilied.
“Old boyfriend?” She whistled and shook her head. “He’s hot, Slo, but I can spot a mean streak a mile off. Thatguy…”
“Is capable of anything,” Ifinished.
Just as he was about to walk through the exit, he glanced over his shoulder. His gaze caught mine, and he smirked, looking pleased with himself and then some. Turning my back, I knew it wouldn’t be the last time Chaser graced me with hispresence.
Looked like I had a fight on myhands.
