Page 89 of Rider Daddies
They walk over to the clubhouse and invite themselves in.
Silence among the crowd.
I turn to Ryder and Saint, our differences put aside just for now, considering we have two cops on the premises.
And that could put us in big shit.
One of the cops asks for the music to be turned down. Then, I hear the faint mention of the name Lucia Bianchi.
The room becomes even quieter.
I listen closely as two pairs of footsteps fade away. They must be checking out the rooms. As long as they don’t take down the curtain where all our firearms are stored, we’re golden.
In the meantime…
“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” Ryder hisses at me.
All I can do is scoff. Ryder has been riding on his fucking high horse for far too long. “What do you think I was doing out here,making daisy chains? What’s the big deal? If the moment arose, I know you’d be selfish to get your dick out and put it in.”
“She’s not just yours.”
“Everything has to have your name marked on it, doesn’t it?” I shake my head. The man is unbelievable. “You’re acting like a child.”
“And you’re acting like a parent.”
My fingers tighten into fists. Is this Ryder’s goal tonight? Is he not already crooked-looking enough?
He notes my fist. “Go on,” he prompts. “Beat me up. That’s what you do every time I’m winning.” He wiggles his hands. “Bring it on.Breakmy nose this time. Instead of aiming the gun at my wrist, shoot for my heart. You want me out of the way, don’t you?” He arches an eyebrow. “Go on. Do it while the cops are here.”
I feel Lucia shift beside me. “You shot him?”
“He was being a pest.”
“But you’re brothers,” she says. “And you already lost your parents.”
“I wasn’t gonna kill him.”
“Are you sure about that?” There’s a dark tone to Lucia’s voice. “You want power over him.”
Using our previous conversation against me, is she?
Damn.
“Don’t worry. I don’t intend to kill my brothers.”
“Intend.” She toys with the word on her tongue. “Sometimes things don’t always pan out. Accidents happen.”
And this was a big one.
Shit.
Why did we invite Lucia into our lives so openly? It doesn’t matter how much I miss her or yearn for her touch—she puts me in my place and does the one thing I don’t allow anybody to do. Challenge me.
I also don’t appreciate the way she makes me feel. The attachment I have is starting to become a big fucking problem, especially now that we have the cops on the loose searching for her.
What if they take her away?
It might do me a favor. She needs to go before I’m down beneath my depth.
