Page 7 of Ryder
I felt a light shiver run over me, at the mention of this potential rapist of mine.
“Apparently,” I replied.
He gestured in the direction of his computer.
“Once we know what bar, I can pull footage from there too.”
“You can?”
He smirked. “I didn’t get banged up for two years fornothacking systems I shouldn’t be in.”
“You served six months, bell-end.”
He laughed. “Yeah, for good behaviour, because I’m such a fucking little angel.”
Yeah. More like, for once, he decided not to shiv anyone, and they wrongly assumed he’d turned over a new leaf.
“You guys have anything else? I need something to do.” I was edgy. Frustrated.
“Maybe you should catch some rest, brother. You’ve had a late night,” Ice muttered, and I clenched my fists.
“What exactly are you getting at, asshole?”
He looked up, a frown on his face. “Huh? I just meant you didn’t get back until, well… nearly six am. Who knows what the fuck you did all night?”
Yeah, who knows… I wished I could remember something. Anything.
“I need a drink,” I said, glancing around us.
“Got nothing here,” Ice pointed out. Of course. The bastard doesn’t drink. You know, he’ll do various drugs, but thinks alcohol isn’t good enough for his temple of a body.Moron.
I stalked to the door, wrenching it open, and then turned to look at my President.
“Don’t hide anything from me. You find out anything, I need to be involved.”
He glared at me. “Get your ass out of here with your demands. I’ll tell you everything that I decide you need to know.”
“Pres…”
“Don’t push it. Go to your room and get some fucking rest. Don’t drink yourself into a damn coma.”
I flipped him off as I left, hearing him cursing me, and for once, not giving one single fuck. I’d been fucked with, and I deserved answers.
In my room, Ifinished the rest of the vodka, about a third of a bottle, and dropped onto my bed on my stomach, falling asleep pretty damn fast.
Red hair, flashes of a plum coloured smile. Pain. Nails tearing through my skin.
I blinked, staring at the wall. What the fuck? I figured it was to be expected after what had happened, so I rolled onto my side, dozing off straight away again.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t stop. She writhed on top of me. Soft moans. Red hair. Nails tearing.
I sat up this time, rubbing my hands over my face aggressively. What the fuck time is it? There was still light coming in through the gap in the curtains. Jesus. I grabbed around for my phone. Where the hell was it?
I finally shoved up from the bed, and went for a piss. I washed my hands, splashing water on my face, but it didn’t help to wake me up more.
I went to the freezer, cursing when I remembered that the vodka was finished.
The clubhouse bar was my only option, so I made my way down from my room, ignoring any brothers I passed on my way to the bar. It was in the large communal space, and thankfully there was a prospect manning it, and just one other brother sitting on one of the other stools; one of the older crew. Jock. He nodded at me, and turned his focus right back to the whiskey he was nursing. Fine with me. I amnotin the mood for talking.
