Page 97 of Rider Daddies
“Do you mind?” I address Saint sitting opposite me. He has no regard for my lungs this morning whatsoever, blowing cigarette smoke directly my way.
“You don’t hear me complaining about your coffee breath.”
“Take it easy.” Ash takes a seat beside me, sipping on a beer. “We need to reserve our energy for tonight.”
“What if Tristan brings friends?” Lucia asks, sitting rigidly next to Saint.
“Do psycho stalkers have friends?”
“Funny.” She rolls her eyes and turns away, eyes focused on the door.
“You’re obviously going nowhere.” Saint takes the cigarette from his mouth, clipping it between his fingers. He takes a drag of oxygen this time. “I still don’t know why he went and kissed that other girl if he’s in love with you, like he claimed.”
“Best not to question how a fucked-up stalker brain works.” Ash takes another sip of beer. “The only logic a man like Tristan has is how to throw together an outfit.”
“And even that’s a stretch.”
Saint is the only one who chuckles at my joke.
“We gotta kill him.” Lucia bites into her lip so hard that it looks like it could split. “It’s the only way.”
She wants to stay here at the clubhousethatbad?
Surely there’s more to life than stupid bar work out in the desert.
“You look on edge, darling,” Ash states.
“I could say the same for all of you.”
The question is: Why?
We all look like we wanna hang ourselves this morning. No amount of caffeine, nicotine, or alcohol is gonna change that.
And it’s all because of Lucia.
Three days without her was enough for me. It fucking kills me to admit it, but no girl has ever been in control of my feelings as much as Lucia.
She’s the last thought I have before I go to bed.
The first in the morning.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and find the area bursting with pain again, like I’m reliving the events that occurred two decades ago.
When I was twenty years old, a fucking college drop-out.
“Where have you been for two days?” Ash asks, with a fresh pint of beer in his hand.
“Out.”
“Elaborate.”
“Mom and Dad aren’t here.”
“Need I be reminded.”
“So, stop pretending to be them.”
Ash clutches the glass harder. “You can’t keep disappearing for days and reappearing like nothing has happened. What was the name of this one…oh, right. You’re probably too up your own ass to have heard her name.”
