Page 59 of Rider Daddies
That’s when one of his men throws themself on me. I fight underneath his lean grasp, trying to buck my hips and loosen thegrip. It’s useless. He takes the knife from me and directs it at my face.
I make eye contact with my attacker.
It’s none other than Tristan.
“It’s such a pleasure to see you again, wife beater.”
He snarls. “Say another word and I’ll cut out your tongue.”
“I dare you,” I say, unable to stop myself from laughing. “Aren’t you a lawyer? Don’t you have more important business to be taking care of instead of engineering relationships, forcing women to love you?” I catch his eyes. “I shouldn’t be too harsh. If I couldn’t get a beautiful woman to love me naturally, I think I’d resort to other, crueler ways too.”
“I told you to shut the fuck up.”
“Why? Otherwise you’ll cut out my tongue? Go ahead.” I flash him a smile. “I’ll bet you Lucia will still want to fuck me, even as a mute.”
“Will she still want you to fuck her if you don’t have a cock?” He lowers the knife to my groin.
“Oh, I bet you’d love to see my cock, wouldn’t you? Any excuse to whip it out and have a good suck on it.” I look down to the knife, watching his skinny hands wrap around the weapon. “I’d be careful if I was you. You don’t want to spill blood all down your Saint Laurent. It stains, you know. Betcha didn’t know that…not like I blame you. You’re too prim and proper to know how to kill someone.”
Tristan presses me into the ground and growls like his two guard dogs. “Stop fucking talking.”
His skinny body is dragged away from me by one of my brothers before I get to deliver my next line.
I stand up, brushing myself off, and take back my knife, when I hear my name.
“Ryder?!”
It’s a female voice with an Italian lilt to it.
I almost break my neck from how quickly I snap around. There she is, in all her glory…matted hair cascading over bare shoulders.
I squint, trying to see her through the darkness. She’s in her underwear, a long rope tied around her. She sticks one hand up into the air and waves at me, the other curled around the edge of the balcony.
My heart is suddenly in my throat.
I take off and make my way into reception. A long corridor trails off into the distance. I don’t waste any time darting through it, weapons close to my chest in case of any further danger.
I make it to the staircase and take the stairs two at a time until I’m pushing through the double doors and running through the second floor. If I had time to properly smell the stench of this place, I’m almost certain I’d be throwing up. Mold clings to every single wall. It’s even dripping down from the ceiling.
“Lucia?!” I shout, running across numbered doors. “Open up! Where are you?”
A door flies open, almost knocking me off guard.
She shoots out, fear lacing her eyes. “In here.”
I dart inside. “We’re getting you out of here.”
“No.”
“What are you talking about? This is an emergency situation. You sent that card, right? Do you want us to get your ass out of here or not?”
“What about all the other girls?”
Trust her to have a caring heart, unlike the rest of us.
“What?”
“What happens to them?” Her eyes are sharp, studying my face.
