Page 11 of Ryder
“Don’t you fucking try. I’m going with you.”
He didn’t retaliate. Just stared me down.
“Instead of having a hissy fit, why don’t you try thinking clearly. If your phone’s still on, maybe Ice can track it.”
I blinked, my grip on his clothes loosening as I realised my head was firmly up my ass right now.
“Jesus. I should have thought of that.”
“And you would have, if you were in your right mind. Brother, I don’t know what happened to you, but I’m on your side, yeah? Always. So let’s go see Ice, and see if he can find your phone. If it’s out there somewhere, I can’t stop you if you decide to follow me. Your bike isn’t locked down. Yet.”
I watched the smirk cross his face. Thank god someone was thinking straight.
We headed up to Ice’s room, thumping our fists on the door, while he cursed us from inside. By the time he wrenched the door open, his face was like thunder.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” He snapped, turning and walking back to his kitchen counter, where we could see the cause of his frustration. There was white powder spilled on the floor. He’d been doing a line, and we’d startled him.
“You have any idea what you just fucking wasted?” He crouched down on the floor, trying to gather up enough of the cocaine to snort. From. The. Floor.
“Ice, come on, man. We need your help.” The glare we received was enough to make us both shut it, and stand there, while he tracked the powder he apparently would curse his temple-like body with, and snorted what he could find. Then he pushed himself up, rubbing at his nose.
“You fuckers owe me.”
“Hey, you snort dust off the floor if you want. I ain’t paying for that shit,” Torch muttered, flipping him off.
“What the fuck do you want?” Ice hissed at us.
“He lost his phone,” Torch jerked his thumb in my direction.
“So fucking what?” Ice replied, sitting back at his table of fucking screens, then he frowned, rubbing his eyes. “Hang on. Last night, you say?”
I shrugged. “Not like I can remember, is it?”
Torch grabbed my arm. “What? You… that’s why they’re freaking out about last night? Were you drugged?”
I nodded. “The MILF?” He quizzed. “She looked pretty harmless to me, or I’d have followed. You know, we could have double teamed her.”
It wouldn’t be the first time we’d shared a woman. In fact, why hadn’t we last night?
“You didn’t like her?” I asked Torch, frowning at him as he turned from staring at the screens to look at me.
“Huh?”
“You didn’t want a piece of her?”
He shrugged. “She told me to bugger off. Said she’d rather lick a cat’s ass than go near me.”
That didn’t make sense. Women, for some reason, always wanted to fuck Torch. He was that bit of rough that got them off. And rough was the word. He wasn’t gentle, and they fucking loved it.
“But she wanted me?” I frowned at him. Chicks never picked me over him.
He shrugged again. “I didn’t question it, brother. Figured you were due one on your own. Kinda wish I hadn’t backed off now though. You’d have had backup.”
Did he know? “It was one woman. I can handle myself,” I finally said, looking at Ice again, who was swearing at his computer.
“No luck?”
He shot us both a withering glare.
