Page 66 of Rider Daddies
“What do you mean? Don’t you have enough?”
“Can I take your order?” Ash swoops in next to me, taking over.
I step aside and let him have it. At this point, I’m too emotionally overwhelmed to cause a fight right now…maybe at a later date…if undressing is involved.
He finishes serving the biker and turns around to me, hand on his hip. “You should stay here for a while longer.”
“If you want to sleep with me, just say.”
Ash isn’t amused and stares down at me with his heartbreaker eyes. “It’s best that you’re out of the way.”
“I killed someone, I know.”
His frown deepens. “Why did you do it?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Same reason as everybody else here—heat of the moment. He was getting under my skin. Why waste a prison cell on a man like him? To repent for his sins, he deserves death.”
Ash widens his eyes. It’s a small expression that I wouldn’t have seen if I wasn’t already looking at him.
Is my answer satisfactory?
Does it live up to his standards?
He looks at me the same way he did out on the battlefield, studying me like I’m a manual he’s trying to wrap his head around. He finishes with the staring when he’s ready—because everybody seems to work around Ash’s clock—and gives me a nod. “You did good.”
I bite my lip. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“You surprised me, that’s all.” He takes a step in. “But on another note, I’m not playing around. You need to stay here and lie low while the cops do their thing. If they found out that you were responsible, I’d hate for you to be—” He cuts himself off. “It doesn’t matter. Get back to work.”
He walks away, leaving me alone behind the bar with my thoughts.
He’d hate for me to be…what?
Arrested?
Found guilty?
Lots of men were killed. I suppose everyone is feeling a little sensitive tonight. He doesn’t want me escaping, acting rash and accidentally getting the club caught up in the cross fire.
That’s the cause for alarm.
Right?
I take another long sip from my drink and get back on task. It’s midweek and tonight isn’t anything special, so things aren’t as wild as they were when I first arrived. Crowds tonight are sparse. There are a few tables of jeering men, but for the most part, they’re keeping to themselves, which means it’s easy bucks.
Ryder catches my eyes from across the bar. Ever since I got back here this morning, he’s been acting weird, giving me half glances. Not being around me longer than he needs to be.
Maybe it has something to do with the ride back. My arm was around his body…which is fine, right? Don’t get it twisted, I still wanted to rip his clothes off, but I didn’t.
Judging by the avoidance, anybody would think that we fucked behind the other two brothers’ backs or something.
Like I would ever do such a thing…
He’s probably pissed, same as Ash. They put their club in jeopardy enough by riding out to save me. Me murdering a man only makes this worse for them…
I bring the tequila to my lips again, finishing off the rest of the drink to take the edge off. I want to be mellow. I want all of the anxieties floating around in my stomach to be crushed.
What if I get caught?
