Page 35 of Demon Rider

“I am going back to work. Then I will sleep at my place tonight. I need space,” he says nothing.

Shaking my head, I bite my lip and try to fend off more tears.

“Kristina,” fuck, again with my name.

I stop, my heart pounding in my chest, I do not turn to face him.

“A prospect will be on you.”

“Fine.” I try to keep my voice steady but fail.

Sadness, anger and regret fill the bond, it almost makes my knees buckle. Entering the bar, I see Otto, Teo and Huck leaning against the bar talking to the woman from the birthday party.

Otto’s gaze connects with mine, a frown dipped on his face. His gaze shifts behind me, I do not need to look to know who he is looking at. Tyson meets them, says something, and they turn to leave.

Otto stops and looks at me. With a slight shake of the head, they follow their VP.

A sob breaks free, and I rush back to the staff room collecting my things and rushing out the back to my car. I cannot be here. Tears blur my vision, as my body gets heavy but numb at the same time.

How I drove home is a mystery, but when I do, I lock the door behind me. Dropping my purse on the floor, before making it to my bedroom and collapsing on the bed.

Tyson is done with me, and I am stuck with him, because of the bond

Fuck the bond. It is bullshit. I thought it was something that would bring good into my life, even though it is connected to the supernatural.

With my phone clutched tightly in my hand and I cry myself to sleep.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Tyson

Fucking stubborn ass woman.

My fucking stubborn ass woman.

My fists connects with the bag that swings from the garage roof by a chain. I didn’t bother with gloves, I need the pain, hell I wish one of my brothers would climb but the ring with me but they told me to beat the bag instead.

Sweat covers my body and mya rms feel like lead, but it still has not pushed away the words Kristina spoke to me, or the defeated look in her eyes when I turned and left.

The state of mind she was in was one I could not compete with, so I decided to give her space, come back to the club and throw some punches.

Picking up my cut, and shirt, I walk back inside.

The common room is buzzing with music, chatter, and bottles clinking, but it all dies the second I walk in. The girls freeze when I head in their direction.

Good.

I stop in front of them, my arms crossed, and my voice low. “We’re talking. Now.”

Nikki tries to smile like she’s innocent. Misty looks like she wants to bolt. The other two stare at the floor, not making eye contact with me showing their guilt.

“Stand up.” I growl.

They do, slow, nervous.

I let the silence stretch, let them feel how fucking pissed I am.

“Kristina thought I cheated on her, she didn’t make that shit up. We are bonded, so why would she think that? Unless…” I let them stew. “Unless someone said something to her.”