18
Ryder
Iglance back at Penny, finding her staring at me like I just slapped her. I’ve done some messed up things to her, but I’ve never talked to her like this, and doing so now leaves a bitter taste on my tongue.
“Finally,” Huck calls and walks up to us, grabbing his crotch with his free hand while his other is holding a bottle of beer. “I thought you would never bring her back and share with us.”
“I’m not,” I tell him, holding out my hand to stop him from coming any closer. “She is still mine, and I like to fuck her without a raincoat on my dick. So, no one fucks her until I’m done. I don’t want to be catching any of your diseases.”
Huck throws back his head and laughs. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”
Oh, I fucking know.
“Fine, I’ll wait,” he says, licking his lips while seeking one last glance at her.
You’ll be waiting for nothing.I won’t let anyone touch her.
“Ryder,” Maddox calls and waves me over to his table where he and three more of our brothers are already sitting. Bradley, the youngest of my brothers, and also one of the smartest. He does all of our surveillance and tech stuff. Then there is Trick, our trusted mechanic, and Bear, our gray-haired brother, who looks more like a lumberjack than a biker.
Without looking back, I walk over to them and take a free chair. I know Penny is following me. Not just because I told her to, and I know she’ll listen. I can sense her presence, feel her warmth, smell her sweetness lingering in the air.
Penny sits down next to me, looking as nervous as ever, and she doesn’t even know the worst part yet. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe I should have warned her. Well, shit, it’s too late now.
“You brought your pet, I see,” Maddox says, looking Penny up and down. “What happened to her face?”
I shrug. “The pet didn’t listen, so I had to teach her a lesson. That’s how you train pets, right? Hit them with a rolled-up newspaper?”
“That must have been a heavy-ass newspaper.” Trick chuckles and the rest of the table erupts into laughter while I sit there, forcing a smile on my lips. I don’t want anyone to know how fucking pissed I am right now.
“You rub her nose in piss too?” Bradley jokes, and more laughter ripples through the crowd, only poking the bear. Me being the bear.
Maddox looks over to me, his eyebrow slightly raised.Fuck. He knows me too well. I have never been able to hide anything from him. Today, that fact annoys the fuck out of me. I glance over at Penny and see her shifting nervously. Then she stops, her body going still, remaining stoically in her chair.
I follow her gaze and unsurprisingly find Tucker walking toward our table. His eyes instantly zeroing in on the petite woman beside me. A sinister grin tucks on his lips, and for the first time, I actually hope Maddox is right, and Tucker is fucking us over. That’s the only way I could get away with destroying him.
“I didn’t know we could bring sex slaves to meetings now,” Tucker says, his attention remaining on Penny.
“Just run the damn numbers, so we can get drunk,” I growl, earning me another glare from Maddox.
“Fine.” Tucker slams a stack of papers on the table and retrieves a calculator from his cut’s inside pocket. “The run we made on Monday morning brought in 3400, the one that night 8300, take 80% out, divide by 14 brothers, put the rest back in the bank…” he rambles down the numbers for each day while punching them into the calculator and making check marks on the paper.
After he has gone through the entire week, he says, “total, $91, 250, 20% back in the bank leaves 73k even. Divided by 14 means each brother gets $5,214.”
Tucker is still talking when I feel Penny’s soft fingers brush tentatively over my arm. Her touch, so soft it tickles, leaves goosebumps in her wake. I tilt my head toward her, letting her know I’m listening, but I don’t look over. My eyes remain on Tucker.
“May I get something to drink… please,” she says, barely loud enough for people to hear. Her words confirming what I was suspecting. Fucking Tucker, skimming off the top. Thinking he is so smart.
All I want to do is call him out, grab him by the throat, and use his face as a punching bag for the next twenty minutes, but I know I can’t. I need to play this smart, and I definitely need to talk to Maddox before doing anything.
“Bradley, get her a drink,” I order my brother, who looks at me like I’ve just asked him to solve an unsolvable riddle.
“I’m not a server, especially not for some bitch,” he snorts.
Barely holding on to my restraint, I grit out, “Get off your fucking ass and get her a drink before I stomp your teeth out.”
“Jesus, fuck, Ryder,” Bradley yells, but thank fuck, he gets up and walks toward the bar.
“Touchy, touchy.” Tucker grins.