Page 64 of Rider Daddies
Tristan’s law firm is off the cards, but there’s gonna be a lot to choose from out here in Nevada, especially so near Sin City itself.
I could start again and build a name for myself…
But not now.
Not after I shoved a knife into Manual’s chest and sent him to hell.
Things might be more complicated now.
As much as I hate to admit it, Ryder might have a point. If we’re found here on scene, the cops could take us into questioning…and then what? Even if they find out that Manual is the owner of a sex trafficking ring and drop my case, my involvement in all of this could get the Venom Vultures into shit.
They were here at the scene too.
They also killed people.
What if their club gets broken up?
As pissy as I am with them right now, I can’t forget that theydidsave my life.
I owe them that at least.
Ryder throws me over the back of his bike and forces me to straddle the seat. He climbs on after me and revs the engine, the other two catching up. “Let’s get out of here before sunrise.”
“Good idea,” Saint says. “We’ll have to hurry.” He looks up at the sky.
As pretty as the sequences of red and pink look, he’s right. A new day is here and I’m not ready to step into the light just yet. I want a day to hide away in darkness and wrap my head around what the fuck just happened.
I bite my lip. I didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye to Allie.
“What’s the possibility of us coming back at a later date to save them? Like, tomorrow?”
“Are you out of your mind?” Ash explodes, readying his bike behind me. “It’s only a matter of time before the cops come around?—”
“Sniffing us out, yeah, got it,” I say, sharper than I intend to be.
Ryder catches my eyes in the side-view mirror. “Trust me when I say this—you can’t save everyone.”
The other two brothers’ eyes linger on him for a moment. I frown, flicking my gaze between them all. Has it been a rough night, or is that line poignant to them in some way?
The engines rev before I can think anymore of it, and then we’re off, cruising into the desert toward the sunrise.
Toward…home?
It might have to be home now, considering what I’ve done.
I roll back my head, completely disregarding the fact that I should be wearing a helmet. Oh well. More serious illegal acts have been committed tonight.
In spite of it all, the ride is nice. I fill my lungs with fresh air and enjoy the feeling of the wind brushing through my hair, like nature’s hair salon. This must be why they joined the club in the first place. Unless recreational drugs are your thing, nothing can really match this high.
The sunrise is coming in fast, gradients of color expanding into the sky. It feels rewarding and I’m not sure why. Everything here is backward.
I just killed someone and now I’m getting to see the sunrise?
I raise one hand, shielding my eyes from the sun, and I wrap the other around Ryder, using it as an excuse to get closer to him.Even his sweat smells nice. You could bottle it up and sell it as cologne.
But it’s not just his scent. God, it’s fucking everything. I can still feel the hard ripples of his torso under his many layers of clothing. All I want to do is glide my tongue over each bulge, feeling hard-earned muscle underneath.
Killers shouldn’t be this irresistible.
