Page 13 of Reign
“There’s nothing like a club party. Since I’m single, I might find someone to sink my dick into. Maybe it’s for the best.” I laugh, and once again Slash shakes his head.
“I don’t recommend that, but you are a grown-ass man. You make your own decisions,” he tells me, and I laugh.
“Live a little, old man.”
What's the worst that could happen?
Spade
Dead Man Choking
Trying to talk Asher off the ledge is like talking to a wall. It’s getting me absolutely nowhere.
“The Doc is getting them taken care of. I’m going to drop you off at his office. He’s better equipped there than any hospital around here, and he won’t ask questions. I just need you to calm the fuck down,” I shout, and he looks at me with malice in his eyes.
“Do you understand what it feels like to want to fucking kill the motherfucker who hurt the people you love only to find out you can’t?” he yells back, and I nod.
“Bro, did you hit your head tonight? Did you forget who I am and who I’m married to? Of course, I know the feeling all too well. It’s maddening, yes, and I promise I will talk it over with my brothers and see if we can come up with a solution of how to take him out quietly. I don’t need you getting yourself locked up! Do you understand me, Ash? This is not a game!” I tell him, and he punches the dash.
“Hey, this isn’t my car, and my wife will put a bullet in your head, so chill out!” I growl, and he sits back, folding his arms over his chest.
“I should’ve killed him when I had the chance,” he seethes, and I laugh.
“This feels like déjà vu. I’m only going to tell you this once. After everything is said and done, he’s going to taunt you with this. You’re going to see him around campus, and I need you to rein it in. You cannot touch him until I say so. If you do, it might cost you your life, and even I can’t help you. Jade might, but I can’t promise that,” I tell him, and he nods.
“I understand, Spade. I get it. It just sucks. The girls don’t even know what I do with you and the crew. I haven’t told them yet. We’ve just been enjoying one another,” he tells me, and I laugh.
“Don’t be like me and keep secrets from the ones you love. All it does is ruin everything you worked so hard to build,” I say, and he nods again.
“I planned on telling them tonight after the meet, but then this all happened,” he grunts.
“Still tell them when you can. They would rather hear it from you than anyone else,” I say, looking over at him. He looks at me with such sadness and worry in his eyes. I feel so fucking bad for him because I know he’s literally flipping out inside and trying to keep it together on the outside.That feeling is so fucking real for me.
My phone rings as we pull up to the Doc's office, but I let it go to voicemail so I can get Asher settled.
“Go be with your girls. Call me later with an update, and I promise to have something for you by the end of the week. Just please, for the love of God, Ash, sit fucking tight,” I beg him, and he nods, pulling me into a hug.
“Thanks for coming Spade, I appreciate you and everything you’ve done tonight. Talk soon,” he says, releasing me and hopping out of the truck. Taking a deep breath, I get back on the road towards the Mill.What a fucking night!
Taking out my phone, I see I have a missed call from Ryder and a text from Slash. Opening up the message, I press play on the video and see Ryder dancing with a biker and drinking straight from the bottle. After the video is finished, I read the text.
Slash:
He’s going to do something he regrets. You should come get him and take him home where he belongs.
Me:
Roger that. I’ll be there in twenty.
Setting my phone down, I take out a joint from the center console and spark it, taking a tremendous pull.Might as well get high for the shitstorm I’m about to enter. Fuck my fucking life with this shit.I should’ve told him; then he wouldn’t have left, and he certainly wouldn’t be drunk and rubbing up on some fucking biker. The closer I get to the clubhouse, the more my blood boils. Ryder is as thickheaded as they come.Pun intended.He loves to run and self-destruct any time shit goes south, and I need it to end tonight. If he doesn’t love me anymore and truly wants things to be done, I will respect that but only after he hears me out. I refuse to wash everything we built down the drain.
Stopping at the gates of the clubhouse, I wave to Gimpy, and he lets me enter. Pulling into the parking lot, I get out of the truck and walk towards the doors, but stop in my tracks whenfamiliar moans greet my ears. My fists tighten as my legs take me toward the sounds. I round the side of the building and immediately reach for the knife in my holster that’s attached to my waist. Ryder is leaning against the building, smoking a cigarette, and moaning as some prick is on his knees with my man's cock down his throat. He pulls at the man's hair, groaning loudly as he takes another pull of his cigarette.
“Fucking take that shit!” he moans, enjoying every second of what he is doing as my heart sinks in my chest while watching him enjoy another man. He takes another drag before flicking it, hitting me in the chest with it. It’s not until then that he notices me standing here with narrowed eyes, holding a blade in my hand. The smirk he gives me has my feet moving faster, causing his eyes to widen in fear as the shiny metal of the blade reflects off the moonlight with every lethal step I take towards them.
“Spade, I can explain,” he panics, and I smile.
“Awe, my little biker bitch finally wants to talk, aye,” I chastise as the man continues sucking his cock, not giving a fuck about what is going on around him. “Does his mouth feel good on you, Ry?” I ask, cocking a brow as I saddle up right behind the prick.
