Page 63 of Rider Daddies
“I can’t believe you just did that.” Ryder stands next to me, looking down at Manual with me.
“I can.”
Is that Saint?
I turn around and see him plodding over, weapon abandoned. Between the spotlights of moonlight, I see a smile on his face, which brings me some pleasure.
Ash regards me from several meters away, like he’s confused about something.
Don’t worry, Ash. Same here.
What does this make me now? Lawyer-turned-vigilante?
Jesus.
I turn to look at them, all rough around the edges looking like characters from my favorite TV show. But I don’t care howhandsome they all look, or how many times I clenched my thighs together seeing them in action getting dirty.
They only came here to save me.
They didn’t give a fuck about any of the other victims.
Which means I have a problem with them.
Sons of bitches.
But I’m going crazy with arousal, even though I’m fucking pissed. At the end of the day, they still look like they could give me the time of my life, which is what I originally wanted from them…right?
Good, regrettable sex.
Who knew that it would lead to murder at the motel?
God, that’ll be the name of my court case.
“What other choice did I have?” I say.
“What do you mean?” Ryder asks.
“It was the only way to save them.”
I peer up to see some girls out of their rooms, watching from the walkway. Their faces are hidden in the darkness, but I can practically hear the collective sigh of relief.
Ryder and Saint turn to each other, raising a brow, but the exchange is cut short. Manual might be dead, but his crew certainly isn’t.
Two of the survivors lunge forward, beginning a second round. If it wasn’t for Ash still standing a good few meters away, we’d befucked. He disarms one of Manual’s men and makes an attack on the other.
Ryder, since he didn’t get the chance the first time around, shoots his shot and lifts me up into his arms. With my head smashed against his shoulder, I can’t see, but I have a general sense of direction and know just where we’re heading—the exit.
“What about all of the other girls?”
“They can get out. That’s the most important part.”
“Get out? You make it seem like they can take the train and be home in twenty. May I remind you that we’re in the middle of fucking nowhere?”
“I’m very aware,” Ryder snaps. “May I also remind you that we’ve allkilledtonight, including you. Would you like us to be here when the cops arrive? Investigations for all of the victims might’ve been made cold cases, but what about Manual’s dead men? Families will be filing missing person reports, police will be investigating. Come on. You’re a lawyer. You’re supposed to know these things.”
That’s true. Idoknow these things, because Iama lawyer.
But can lawyers still practice the law when they’ve committed homicide?
