Page 15 of Rider Daddies
Saint frowns. “Are you okay, Lacey?”
“Fine.” I swing my leg back onto the bed. “How was the meeting?”
“I don’t know,” Ash says. “You tell us.”
“Huh?”
Ash gestures to the wall…to the coffee stain rim.
I flick a piece of hair over my shoulder, acting casual.
Ash definitely uses those ocean-blue eyes to his advantage. They stare right through my soul, but I can’t work out if they’re cruel or kind. They turn my stomach either way, taking away my appetite.
If I hadn’t caught Tristan cheating, and was still living my life in equilibrium mode, I think I’d be scared of these guys, Ash especially. Their presences are all so commanding, their broadbodies taking up so much space. Ash is the quiet, calculating one. He doesn’t listen to what comes out of people’s mouths. Instead, he mind-reads. In his case, the eyes really are the gateway to the soul.
So, he’ll be able to sense that I’m not intimidated in the slightest.
I’m fucking pissed off.
“You’re not fucking keeping me here. I’m a human being, not a pet.”
The brothers flash one another hard glances.
“Oh, yes, I’m sure this is all very riveting for you. Don’t you have enough female company here?”
“That’s not what this is,” Saint says. “If you were listening properly, you would know that we have to keep you here.”
“Keep telling yourselves that.”
“No,” Ash says. His voice sounds like thunder, knocking me off guard. “We can’t risk it.”
“Risk what exactly? A runaway bride escaping a culty clubhouse as well as her own wedding?” I scoff. “Seriously? What are you expecting me to do? Run to Vegas and tattle on you to the cops? Don’t you think I have enough on my mind already?”
On my mind: When can we arrange another group appointment?
But they don’t need to know that.
“I get it,” Ash says. “But we can’t take any risks. Grizzly says that you have to stay here. He gives the orders. We obey.”
“Jesus and his fucking disciples.”
“No,” Saint says. “That’s not what this is.”
I narrow my eyes at Ryder, pointing. “Youhave a Judas look about you. What do you think?”
Saint rolls his head back and sighs.
“I’m with my bros on this one,” Ryder says. “As head of security, I think it’s best for you to stay here.”
I chew my lip. It’s a good thing these guys are decent to look at. They’re also lucky that I’m mentally unstable. If my mind was thinking straight, I think Iwouldhave escaped by now and gone straight to the cops, urging them to break up whatever in the Hell’s Angels is going on here.
But I’m still here.
Why?
Because they showed me a good time last night, and have nice faces.
Gorgeous faces.
