Page 16 of Rider Daddies
God definitely has his favorites, and it’s them…but these brothers are too innocent to be children of God. I think Hades himself was involved in the process of making these three.
I look up at them, impressed by their great heights.Whyam I still having pussy palpitations? They’re basically kidnapping me, keeping me here, and my pussy thinks it’s a cause for celebration.
It’s fucking not.
I suppose this is because I’m not fully regretting my decisions last night.
Obviously, being publicly fingered in a room full of motorcyclist criminals wasn’t enough to make me wake up this morning in full cringe mode.
They’re keeping me here, but let’s be honest, I’m quite happy about that. I need distraction, something to take my mind off Tristan. As long as they don’t kill me, I think I’ll be fine.
I perk up on the bed, remembering pieces of conversation from the meeting. “Who’s Manual Lombardi?”
“A saggy-assed fucker whose hair started receding at twenty,” Ryder says.
“Twenty-one,” corrects Ash.
I arch my eyebrow.
“Anyway, it doesn’t matter about him,” Ryder says. “You should be glad that you stumbled on this place. I would’ve hated for you to get tangled up with him. These open roads aren’t built for young, pretty”—his eyes veer to my chest—“women like you.”
“That doesn’t answer my question,” I say. “Aside from the asshole thing, who is he?”
“A perverted son-of-a-bitch,” Ash says.
“Yeah,” adds Saint. “Six months ago, we were gonna kill him, but he went ghost so we assumed the feds had taken care of everything.”
“Kill?”
I shouldn’t be surprised. But I just always assumed these people were fictional. You hear of stories and conspiracies, but you don’t buy it. And if the stories happened to be true—no stress, these people are miles away from you and civilization, anyway.
“Yes, kill,” Ash says. “The man is a seasoned kingpin. Nobody knows how many sex trafficking rings he has going on. A person like that deserves to be hung, publicly.”
“He deserves much worse than that,” Ryder says. “I’d love to chop off his balls and force him to eat them.”
Nice conversation.
Ash clears his throat, punching Ryder in the side to remind him that a lady is still present in the room.
Ryder stands by his comment.
Jesus. You hear people talk about death hypothetically. It’s a whole other kettle of fish when people are actually intending to follow through with their words.
I fold my arms over my chest, regarding all three of them. If puppy-eyed, loving Tristan can’t be trusted, then what does that make these lean, mean killing machines?
At least these guys don’t pretend.
Tristan kissed me and told me that he loved meevery day, but it turned out that this whole time, he’s had ulterior motives. The whole thing was an act. Whether the act was meant to keep himself convinced or me, the fact still stands that he is one sneakybastardo.
But these three brothers, I’m not so sure…
The sexual attraction is distracting. I can’t see past how fucking gorgeous they all are. They look like they belong on the front cover of Vogue. They’re handsome, tatted villains.
I’m tired of the heroes.
In fact, I don’t believe they exist.
Heroes are just villains, but worse.
