Page 12 of Ryder
“Please. I’m texting you the location, Torch. Can you now fuck off and leave me alone, or do you wanna trash a few more lines of the finest fucking coke I’ve had in ages?”
Jesus. “You should try vodka, brother. Much less damaging to the parts of you we actually need.”
Torch barked out a laugh. “We don’t need his nose. Bastard probably can’t smell a damn thing anymore.”
I shook my head. Idiots. Torch lifted his phone from his pocket and nodded.
“Got the deets, brother. Let’s go find us a phone, and maybe get some answers.”
While I liked that idea, I wasn’t sure I wanted him knowing any of what happened. He’d think of me as too weak, not man enough to be a brother anymore.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Reacher barked, just as I sat astride my VMAX.Bollocks.
“Getting some air, Pres. It’s been a shit day.”
He grabbed my arm. “You’re not going out on your bike. You were drugged, asshole, and you’ve been drinking. You could kill yourself, and then we’d have to replace you. You’d be causing me extra work.”
I glanced over at Torch. “Well, I’m sure as fuck not riding bitch. Not with him.”
Reacher smirked. “That’s my point. You’re grounded. Torch, what’s going on?”
I glared at them both as they discussed the situation, and then I cursed as he sent Torch out, with Micro as backup. Micro? He was barely a fully patched fucking member in my opinion.
“Seriously? I’m going stir crazy here. I need to get out.”
Reacher pretty much manhandled me away from my bike, and started walking me inside.
“And that’s fine, if you’re going out to do something not destructive. But I know you. You’re going hunting, and you’ll get yourself killed in the process. Did I mention that I don’t want to have to patch in one of the prospects right now? None of them are ready. You know that.”
I glanced at the gates then, looking at the two prospects milling about over there.
“Wait… what about whoever let the car in last night?”
“Now you’re thinking straight. We’re just going to talk to that little prick now. Come with me, and let’s see what he has to say.”
I walked with him, regret and frustration filling me.
“I am thinking straight, Pres. I just needed air.”
“You were going off half-cocked to try and catch this bitch alone, when you’ve probably still got that shit in your system, and that isn’t going to help anything. And stop trying to bullshit me. You know me. You can’t bullshit a bullshitter.”
Fuck.
I had no choice. I let him lead me back inside, and we headed for what we liked to affectionately call interrogation room one. It was a small room off the bar. It was lockable, and discreet enough if blood got spilled. Interrogation room two was the basement. Concrete floors, and no way out except the one door in, and if we took a prospect there, he wasn’t coming back out.
Six
The prospect, Nick, lookedsuitably shit scared, when he was faced with his President, his VP, and me. I’m nobody important in the club. I mostly work on scheduling of shipments of whatever we’re dealing in, and coordinating shit. Not right now, of course, but usually.
“Pres… what’s going on?” He took a step back from us, because the three of us were standing across from him, taking up most of the space in the room.
“Nick. You were on duty last night.” He nodded.
“This is about the chick who brought him back, right?” He pointed at me.
“You saw her?” I gasped, taking a step forward, before Stitch shoved me back.
“Shut it.”
