Page 28 of Ryder
It was pure common sense that had stopped me before I answered. I didn’t know what resources their club might have. What if one of their ‘brothers’ just happened to know how to track me? What if they had some tech whizz among them, who could triangulate my signal? I’m sure that’s a thing, and it could have been a huge mistake.
I made the decision to retire my phone, and switch to a burner, because I always carried several, fully charged, and ready to switch on and use. The one I was discarding was also a burner, because being trackable was something I couldn’t afford.
I transferred my few numbers across and disabled the phone, removing the sim card, and using a pair of scissors to cut it in half. I’d toss the pieces in a skip later, when I was out and about.
I couldn’t risk going back to him tonight now, and that meant that I needed to find a new conquest. Mama needs to get her fuck on, because there’s literally nothing else in my life now.
I sent a quick text.
Me:I need another one.
It was six long minutes before my accomplice replied.
Z:Already? Any preference?
I smirked. Yes, a particular biker… but I couldn’t. I couldn’t risk him being ready for me this time, or his brothers being on standby. If they got hold of me, and he wasn’t yearning for round two, then I’d be in serious danger. I’d probably even die for it.
I glanced at my wigs, wondering what look to go for tonight. I had a new blue wig I really wanted to try out.
Me:Someone like the last, but not from his crew.
That would tell her enough. I wanted dark, rugged, and dangerous, but I was smart enough to avoid the people close to him.
Me:Don’t risk the same bar. They could be watching.
Another too long pause, then a reply.
Z:Need more supplies?
I got up and checked my bag, with my night-time fun supplies. Plenty of Viagra, but low on the other.
Me:Low on the G.
This time an instant reply.
Z:I’ll take care of it.
She knew she’d earn well for that. For all of it, in fact. I went for a soak in the bath, to start my pre-sex rituals, psyching myself up for a rampant night with whoever she selected for me.
Ryder
Aweek had passed.A fucking week. A week of nothing but being locked down still, because Reacher was convinced that I was still off my game. Ice had nothing new, and swapping out my phone meant the bitch couldn’t contact me anymore, so no more video clips or messages either. Ice was also keeping watch on social media, and scanning for videos of me out there in the world, where everyone could see them.
He was convinced that she’d made a threat that day, when she said she had more videos. Like it was a warning that she’d put them out there, making a fool of me, and the club too.
The longer I was trapped in my room, away from everything that made this life bearable, the more I felt like I was close to losing my shit. I didn’t feel like a victim, or feel used anymore. I felt frustrated. Furious.Murderous.
I wanted to find the bitch, and kill her slowly, along with anyone she knew, anyone she cared about. I wanted to kill, to feel blood splashing my face, as I tore her apart. I wanted to smell it, to feel it. To fucking taste it.
“Do I need to slap you?”
I blinked, staring at Torch, who’d clearly let himself into my room without me even noticing. He was frowning at me, as I stood by the kitchen counter, with my coffee beside me. I touched the mug; lukewarm. How long had I been standing here dwelling on this shit?
“What are you doing here?”
“Thought you might wanna get out of here for a bit.” He straightened his cut, smoothing his hands over the patches. He had news, and he really wanted me to ask.
“I wish.” That was all I could offer him.
