Page 5 of Ryder
Reacher was staring at his drink.
“He told us.”
“Fuck! I asked him not to.” I felt shame, yeah, that was it. More than anything, I was ashamed. Some chick had somehow forced me into sex, and I didn’t like how that felt. Was this how women felt? I mean, I had no memory of the fucking night at all. Not even the evening leading up to whatever happened, whenever it actually happened. The not knowing was fucking infuriating, and way more unnerving that I could have ever imagined.
“It wasn’t your call to make, or his,” Reacher muttered, drinking his shot, before he returned to staring at the glass. The guy had several piercings in one eyebrow, black studs, and he rubbed them with his other hand. He did that sometimes when he was stressed, which was actually often, now I thought about it. Being the president of a biker club brought a lot of pressures.But right now, we were all facing one we’d never expected.
“I don’t remember a damn thing,” I pointed out, before they started quizzing me.
Stitch was still holding his drink.
“Ice is checking camera footage, trying to find out when you returned.”
“Great.”
He snorted, sipping the vodka, and grimacing. He was a bourbon man. He hated vodka, but these were fucked up times, so suck it up, man.
“Look… we need to know what happened. We need to understand who did this, and what threat they pose to you and the club. You get that, right?”
Reacher looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here.Join the fucking club.
“I don’t even know who I was at the bar with, or what bar it was. The entire night’s a blank.”
“Torch and Has-Been were with you. I’m waiting for them to reappear. I’m guessing…shit… I assumed they were holed up somewhere with some random chicks. Now I’m wondering if someone went after all three of you last night.”
I frowned. “Someone mentioned a MILF, didn’t they?”
Stitch nodded. “Yeah, Jacko. He was with you guys for part of the night, but had to come back early to do a run for us. He said you left with a blonde fairly early on.”
“That’s the extent of his memory?”
Reacher snorted. “Well, it’s still better than yours, right?”
I grudgingly agreed. “Look… I don’t want anyone else knowing about this. Not the possible details. They’ll be assholes about it. I mean,Jesus, maybe I would be, if it was one of them, you know? And we don’t know. We don’t know anything for sure.”
Stitch dragged his fingers through his shoulder length blonde hair.
“Sooo… no other damage then?”
I knew what he was asking, the intrusive bastard.
“Nothing went in my ass, VP.”
He groaned, glancing at Reacher.
“I’m sorry. It’s not like any of us know what to ask, or how to approach this. Bikers don’t… I mean, we get attacked, it’s normally with guns or knives.”
“Instead of pussies, you mean?”
Reacher got up, and brought the vodka from the freezer to the table, pouring another shot each for me and him. He waved the bottle at Stitch, who grimaced and shook his head.
“No offence, but it tastes like shit.”
I smirked. “Sorry, bro. I’m not as classy as you, when it comes to booze.”
“Look. We’re not trying to be assholes here. We don’t want to pry into anyone’s personal business. But this, it was an attack on one of our brothers, and we don’t take that shit lightly. Once we get some idea of who dropped you off, we’ll be paying them a visit. And we’ll work our way back until we find the person responsible, and then you can get your payback. Club style.”
I liked that idea, although… could I really hurt a woman like I would a man? Could I really torture and kill a female? I’d never done that. I’d killed a fair few men, for the club. It was different though. Sure, those men crossed us, like she’d crossed me, but they were also more than deserving of a horrible death. What she’d done was despicable, but could I unleash that kind of violence on her?
