Page 41 of Rider Daddies
I watch Ryder. He’s trying to find a way out of this, eyes darting this way and that to salvage an escape. The trouble is, every time he moves, that knife gets even closer to his neck.
And it’s far too close for my liking.
“I repeat myself,” Ash says. “What do you want?”
Circumstances aside, Ash truly looks delicious, especially with that gun in his hand. I wonder how many felonies these guys have committed? How many times they’ve washed enemy blood from their skin, or broken human bones with their bare hands?
Ash definitely seems like the type to have done all of those things. I’m convinced all three of them have bones made from steel, but Ash especially looks like he inherited genes from Godzilla.
“I want the girl.”
Of course.
Manual’s sickening eyes veer over to me.
All I can do is roll my eyes.Tell us something more predictable, I dare you.Manual Lombardi is here to take me to his quarters. Surprise, surprise.
“Yeah, that’s not happening, pal,” Ash says. He cocks his gun. “I highly suggest you return to wherever it is you came from unless you want us to blow out your eyes.”
“A blind rapist,” exclaims another club member. “That’s punchy.”
“Continue with the threats, gentlemen. Feel free to humor yourself.” Manual tightens his grip on Ryder. “None of you are in any position to make threats. This is all very simple and won’t require any one of you to move a muscle. I know how much you’re all dying to get back to bed, or drink, or do whatever fucked-up kinky shit deranged men like you get a kick out of.”
He’s one to talk.
“All I ask is that you stand aside and hand over Lucia.”
Ash and Saint tense up. They’re asking the same question as me—how the fuck does thisbastardoknow my name?
Manual sneers. “You have upset one of my men, gentlemen, therefore you have also upset me.”
I feel the men looking at each other, trying to work out what this asshole is talking about. Nobody seems to draw any conclusions.
“An eye for an eye,” continues Manual, turning back to Ryder. “How does it feel to be the one under the knife, instead of holding it?”
“What are you talking—” Ryder cuts himself off, his eyes turning vacant. He must be remembering last night.
When he held a knife against Tristan…
My heart skips a beat.
My stomach feels like it has eaten itself.
Tristan and Manual are…in an alliance?
I turn to Ash and Saint and see them regarding me with hardened expressions. This realization is only just dawning on them too.
This is betrayal in its cruelest form. I feel my hands curling into fists at my sides. That fucker. So much for being the lead handler at Gardener Legislation & Co.
Maybe that means that we’re off the hook, since Tristan has some unlawful secrets of his own. He’s been working with a sex trafficker?
Why?
Now, my stomach feels like it’s filling with lead. I can’t move my body. I go to inhale a breath, but even that is a challenge.
Was it all lies?
Have I been dating an undercover sex trafficker?
