“Let’s get out of here before we have to deal with the fucking paparazzi.” I take her hand and look down at her. It’s obvious she’s wearing Gia’s clothes.
“You got everything?”
“Yep. Axel threw me in a car and had a prospect drop me off.” She smiles and I smile back, then shake my head at what a dick I am.
What am I doing? Last night I was in a bloodbath of revenge, and today I’m smiling at her like I can actually be normal. I can’t afford to get confused.
Everyone I love dies or gets hurt.
I take her hand and guide her toward the front door where we pass all the platinum albums hanging on the wall.
“Besides Rip, you ever been on a hog?” My voice is laced with sarcasm.
“Ryder, come on,” she snaps right back. “It’s a beautiful day, we’re together, and no, I’ve never been on a…” She points at my large black bike.
“Hog? Lead horse? Chopper?” And just like that, her energy brings me out of my funk. I grin at her nervousness.
“I haven’t been on a motorcycle.” She licks her lips and then looks around as her hands go in her back pockets.
I straddle my old lady, as I like to call my bike, my boot putting the kickstand in place as I shift my weight to balance her. Julianna looks terrified, her big blue eyes blinking at the bike, then me, and I can’t help but start laughing.
“What?” She pulls her hands out of her pockets and crosses her arms, causing her tits to jut out.
“You’re scared about riding on the back of my bike, yet last night you trusted me with breath play?”
“Ryder! Oh my God, what if someone heard that?” She looks around. “Gia says there is always paparazzi, and some neighbor named Melissa who’s a huge fan and likes to walk her dog by at all hours.”
“Babe, this is no different from anything else. You need to trust me and relax.”
She nods but looks unsure.
“Um, when I was on Rip’s bike, we went down the end of the road, and his bike did not look nearly as big as yours.” She stares at my hands as I sit back and wait.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Her eyes dart to mine.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.”
That must convince her. “I know you won’t.” She nods. But I’m distracted watching her tits as she takes a deep breath. How the hell am I gonna make it to Burbank with her nipples and breasts rubbing on my back? I dump my helmet on her head and tighten it. My eyes caress hers as I adjust myself.
“Let’s go.”
I scoot forward, and she gracefully climbs on the back. Instantly, she wraps her hands around me tight.
“Okay, now relax, don’t move, and same as when I’m fucking you, let your body follow mine.” I smile, and she scoots forward.
I push the start button and twist the throttle to wake her up, and she revs to life. Reaching down, I caress Julianna’s thigh, liking everything about her being on the back of my bike.
“Hold on,” I yell as we take off.
She screams but holds on tight. Maneuvering around the cars on the Pacific Coast Highway, or PCH, I stop at a light. Straightening, I take one of her hands and lightly bite her finger. Yeah, this is gonna be torture getting home without fucking her.
The light turns green, and I return her hand. We take off. The wind and sun kiss my face as my mind goes over everything that needs to get done.
The main thing is making sure Olga and Svetlana are found and returned. Pavel ended up putting the bullet in Misha’s head. The transfer of power should be easy after that. Most of the soldiers were already behind him, especially since we helped him take out the rest of the bosses.
One step at a time.
It’s how we survive. It’s how we win.
JULIANNA
Present
Disciples’ clubhouse
Burbank, CA
“Julianna.”
The sound of his deep voice makes me smile. Stretching, I snuggle back under the covers.
“I thought you were going shopping with Gia.” Warm hands caress my cheek and I open my eyes to look at him. He’s so hot, so everything—sometimes I can’t believe he’s real.
“I got to go. Do you need money?” He stands.
“No.” I sit up and stretch my sore muscles. Sex with Ryder requires flexibility and stamina. “I think my American Express Black Card still works. What time is it?” I ask, flopping back down.
“Nine, and here.” He drops a pile of cash on the nightstand.
Sighing, I roll over. “What do you think I should get them?”
He raises a dark brow at me and pulls on a T-shirt. “Baby shit.” Grabbing his cut, he glances over at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I sigh again. What am I gonna say? That I’ve been here almost two months and all those girls still hate me? It’s ridiculous. I feel like I’m back in high school and the mean girls are after me.