Page 30 of Rider Daddies
I hear knuckles crack. I can’t look up completely, but I see the brothers become tense in front of me, fists clenched at their sides as they silently debate whether or not it would be worth it to punch him.
Why is this such a fucking turn-on?
Until…
“Lucia,” Ryder states.
“Why did you lie to us about your name, Lucia?” Saint asks.
God, blame a girl for trying to protect her identity, why don’t you?
“Untie me.”
The brothers shuffle into action, sawing through rope with the knife. Once free, I hoist myself up and turn to Tristan.
“You’re lying,” I tell him.
“No, I’m?—”
“Just like you were lying about fucking my best friend.” I scrape a piece of hair away from my sweaty face and fold my arms over my chest. “Somehow, you found out where I am, and you’re going to tell me now.”
He looks angry. I mean, seriously? What reason does he have to be angry? If it wasn’t for him, I’d be wearing his wedding ring by now.
The thought turns my stomach.
I definitely dodged a bullet.
I was having so much fun with the biker brothers before Tristan stormed in here like bad news.
Despite the events of the past few days, he looks good. There are no shadows under his eyes. He looks well rested, mousy-brown hair styled away from his face the same way he always used to wear it. He looks incredibly…normal.
Me on the other hand…
Tristan adjusts his stupid Balenciaga suit and walks forward, dress shoes clacking against the wooden floorboards.
Ryder takes a step in, the knife angled at him. “Step any closer and I’ll make sure you walk straight into this knife.”
“Is that a threat?” Tristan scoffs. “Because you really don’t scare me.”
“Okay.” Ryder shrugs. “Thanks for that. It doesn’t make much difference though, does it? The knife is still in my hand.”
Ash tears the knife away from his brother, shoving the weapon into the pocket of his jeans. He takes a step forward. “Man to man, why don’t you go back to wherever you came from and let us enjoy some time with your ex-fiancée? She’s not yours anymore, pal.” Damn, Ash reallyisa giant. He shadows the man. “I suggest you fuck off and leave us to it.”
I must say, Tristan holds himself well. That must be his insufferable sense of pride coming through. The lawyer title has that effect on people. As soon as the court allows you to start officially practicing the law, you can bet the new graduate will make it their entire personality.
I was the same.
The new shiny status wears off when youactuallyget into the nitty-gritty. But unfortunately for Tristan, that reality never hit him. Being a lawyer is his whole fucking personality, even on the weekends. I’m just coming to realize this fact now. Even in the face of three leathered giants twice his height and age, he’s refusing to back down.
Tristan turns to me. “I just wanted to talk.”
“Bit late for that one.”
“I wanted to before, but you ran away.”
“Tongue down my best friend’s throat, Tristan!”
Ryder snorts. “God, he’s such a dumbass.”
