Page 56 of Christmas Wish
Nodding, he watched her take down a bowl and spoon the colorful mixture into it.How the fuck could her pansy-fuck-of-a-husband not cherish her? How could he do what he did to her?All Ryder could think about was bashing the asshole’s face in.
“When do I go over to Braxton’s?” Timmy asked.
“Not for a few more hours. Do you want to do some puzzles?” Savannah wrapped her hands around the mug.
Why the fuck is everything this woman’s doing driving me so damn crazy? Holding a fucking coffee cup is giving me a hard-on. What the hell?Ryder shifted in his seat to try and get more comfortable, but it didn’t work. There was no way he was going to have Savannah see how hard he was. He grabbed a few more napkins from the holder and put them on his lap, breathing a sigh of relief when she stood up and walked over to the sink.
Ryder quickly shoved down the fruit salad, plopped another roll on his plate, and jumped up.
“I gotta finish up some stuff before Saturday night’s Toys for Tots.” Not waiting for her to respond, he hightailed it out of there with Brutus by his side.
He locked the door behind him and sat at the chair behind the worktable. After finishing his second roll, he tapped in Hawk’s number then stared out the window as he waited for the biker to pick up.
“Hey, I was just getting ready to call you. Tonight’s ass kicking is postponed until tomorrow night.”
“Why’s that?” Ryder was going to use the excuse of club business as the reason for Savannah and him not to fuck.
“Skinless said the douchebags got some concert they’re going to tonight.”
“How does a prospect know so much about these guys?”
“The bartender over there is his cousin.”
“Are they still wearing the Colorado bottom rocker?”
“Yep. I can’t wait to teach these punks a lesson. Fuck, dude, there’s no respect anymore with these young guys. What happened to the days when an unspoken understanding among bikers was the one thing that bound all of us together?”
“It’s gone, bro, and it’s not just obsolete in the biker world,” Ryder replied.
“I remember the new assholes on the block always used to contact us and ask permission to start a club in the area. Ah, hell … those were the good days.”
Ryder guffawed. “You act like you’re an old man, bro.”
“After staying up half the night with Isa, and the other half satisfying my old lady, I feel like one.” Hawk chuckled. “How’s it going with you and Savannah?”
“Good. Hey, I wanted to ask you a favor. Savannah’s got a sonofabitch husband who’s soon to be her ex. I told her to talk to Cara about it, but that’s a different story. I wanna know who this fuckface is.”
“Did he hurt her?”
“Yeah. I can’t say too much about that, but I just want to know what he’s capable of.”
“Sure. What’s the fucker’s name?”
“Bret—onet—Carlton.”
“Got it. I’ll do some digging later tonight.”
“Are you gonna be home for the sleepover?”
“Yeah—I wouldn’t leave Cara alone with all that. Banger’s coming over for a bit to go over some club business.”
Ryder sucked in a sharp breath. “Have you found out anything about Colt?”
“Sorry, bro, but I can’t find shit. I put it out there on the grapevine, but so far, nothing’s come back.”
“Maybe … with it out there, I may get lucky.”
“Maybe. I can’t believe the bitch did that to you,” Hawk gritted.
