Page 85 of Rider Daddies
Ash stands way too close to me and hitches an eyebrow. “What?”
“You still haven’t worked out your differences?”
“We don’t like to share.”
“Last night you didn’t seem to mind.” I tip my chin. “It was hot last night…with an audience. I enjoyed it.”
“We all enjoy you. That’s the problem.”
“But why does it have to be a problem?”
Ash studies me like a textbook. Even in the darkness, his eyes still find a way to cut into my soul. It’s making me forget why I came out here in the first place.
I’m back to square one—hot and bothered, but this time my throat isn’t closing up. It’s actually doing the opposite…
Which it needs to do, for a man of his size…
“We lost our parents.”
Throat closed right back up.
“Oh.” I stutter over my words. I’m thinking about sex and he’s thinking about his dead parents.Way to go, Lucia.“I’m sorry, that?—”
“It was a long time ago, but the lack of parental guidance has caused some tiffs over time.” Ash squares his shoulders. “It was a shocking turn of events that left all of us pretty…directionless, hence why we all turned to the club. But at the end of the day, external factors only fix so much…”
I stare into his eyes.
It feels like he’s trying to get me to swallow a pill. So, I do what any ordinary person would do when things venture too deep under the surface—I change the topic of conversation.
“I don’t think I can leave this place.”
“You can, the tattoo doesn’t limit you to one place. It just means that?—”
“I murdered a man and I liked it.”
It’s the Katy Perry remix.
The corners of Ash’s lips pull into a smile.
I expected him to react like this. It must be the American motorcyclist’s dream to be with a girl who shares their love for violence.
“Theoretically, even if I returned home to California and found another law firm to sue people at, there would always be thatwhat-if.”
“You’ve lost me.”
“Why did I enjoy it so much?”
“You liked the power.” Ash steps in and tucks a flying piece of hair behind my ear. “At some point in your life, you felt powerless, so you liked being in control for a change.”
I narrow my eyes. I knew reputation preceded these guys. Behind the rough exterior, cocky grins, and sex eyes, they all have broken hearts.
And they don’t want to be fixed.
Because when you’ve been broken for so long, it’s the only sense of familiarity you have left.
“It’s not bad to have a desire for blood, as long as you have it for the right reason,” Ash says.
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
