Page 31 of Rider Daddies
This grabs Tristan’s attention. “You wanna say that to my face, grandpa?”
Ryder steals the knife back from Ash’s pocket and lunges forward, sticking the knife right under Tristan’s chin.
My heartbeat goes wild, muscle memory kicking in.
He’s not your boyfriend anymore.
He’s a cheater.
He’s a liar.
He’s all of those things, but I still don’t want to see the man dead.
“Alright. Enough,” I say, blowing out a breath as Ryder shoves Tristan back.
The three of them keep glaring at him and I’m not sure why. Anybody would think that they’re my boyfriends. The brothers have no loyalties to me. A rebound is all this is, nothing more. There’s no need for them to go jumping ship and threatening the guy with a knife.
Tristan might be the king of infidelity and have a whole roster of women lined up, but he’s still a lawyer,myformer boss. Physical strengths aside, the power is very much in his hands.
I hitch my arms higher up on my chest. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Us.”
This has to be some kind of practical joke. In what world does he think it’s acceptable to French-kiss another woman the day he’s supposed to be tying a knot with me, and still think that there is anus?
I jump down from the table. “Let me make this very clear. There is nous.”
“You heard the girl,” Ash says. “Now, I suggest you leave our premises before we decide to kill you.”
Lawyer on the scene!
I turn around and try to telepathically make this clear to the men, gritting my teeth, widening my eyes. All I get back in return is confusion.
Though, I don’t expect them to know what a lawyer is. They seem to dodge law enforcement just fine on their own without needing to pay a specialist.
“What were they doing to you?” Tristan asks.
“I ran out of gas earlier and they helped me refuel.”
“Yet you’re still here.”
“To catch up on some rest.”
“Right…and by ‘rest’ you mean dressing up as a slut and getting tied to a table by three bikers?”
Bikerbrothersactually. He’s missing out on the most important part.
“Ugh! Tristan! We’re not together anymore. You have no right to barge in here and kick up a fuss.”
“I do when I see that you’re involving yourself with a cult.”
“That’s not?—”
“What it looks like?” He huffs a laugh. “I beg to differ.”
I chew on my lip.
Don’t report this to government officials and we’re square.
