Page 32 of Ryder
“It wasn’t me,” I blurted, almost instantly.
Stitch snorted, glancing at Torch, before he looked back at me.
“Brother. She fucked up big time. She killed this one.”
My stomach clenched, and I suddenly felt too hot, like I was burning from the inside out.
“What the fuck!”
He stood up, his beer left on the ground, like he sensed I was about to blow.
“Brother… take it easy. This is good. Not for him, but for us. She made a mistake, and we’re gonna find her because of it.”
I pulled at my hair, trying to shake off this agitation filling me up.
“She… how? How did she kill him?”
Torch was standing now too. Oh well, look at that. I’d also stood up. When did I do that?
“Uh… prelim intel is that he had some reaction to the drugs she used. Heart attack, so he probably died mid… uh… anyway, she’ll be knocked off her fucking game right now. So this is when we’ll get her. She won’t be thinking straight.”
I pulled at the neck of my t-shirt, trying to force more air into my lungs.
“How? How will we get her? She’ll be on the run. She’ll be… if she even cares… she’ll be on the retreat.”
Stitch smirked, which seemed completely out of place right now.
“We know where he was picked up from. We have better intel on who picked him up this time, and while you were out, we sent a few boys to track her down.”
I blinked. “You found her? You mean it’s over? We’ll finally get to put her down?”
Stitch was running his hands through his hair.
“All I can say is that we should have her here within the hour, brother. What happens from there, that’s down to Reacher. And you.”
She was coming here. They had her. All of this was coming to an end at last. And she’d killed some poor guy. What the fuck?! The poor guy would forever be seen as a victim. A rape victim, who had died at the hands of his rapist. Jesus Christ.
“Who’s the guy?”
Stitch had already been walking away, but he stopped and glanced back at me.
“No idea. Why?”
I had no reason to want to know. I just did.
“Just curious. Clearly not one of our club, right?”
He shook his head. “Older guy. Reacher’s age. Some businessman.”
Wow. She’d gone from a biker to a businessman. Of course, she may have had many men in between. And why did that piss me off so much? I sure as hell didn’t want her for myself. Was it more about the fact that she’d acted like she wanted me back, and then she went and fucked others anyway?
In an hour or so, I’d finally have the answers I wanted.
Twelve
He died. That’d neverhappened before. When he seemed to get overheated, I figured, that’s happened before, and when he started gasping, and making a pained expression, I figured that was just what his face looked like when he came. Only he didn’t. He dropped back out of consciousness, and I thought he’d wake again.Only he didn’t.
When did he even stop breathing? I had no idea, but I’d been riding his cock, and then suddenly realised that he wasn’t waking up again. When I checked for breathing, his lungs weren’t moving, and when I checked for a pulse, there wasn’t one.
