My Bad Boy Roommate

Chapter Thirty Four

Chapter Thirty Four

Shay's POV

The door banged as it opened exposing the room and its contents to us. One man sat behind a dark wood desk, it's surface littered with papers. He had dark hair, like Ryders, but his eyes matched his hair despite Ryder's emerald orbs. Two men stood at each end of the desk, their backs pressed against the wall. 

Kelsey's breathing quickened next to me, just as mine did the same, my heart pounding. 

"Welcome back, son!" The man yelled, a sinister smile etched on his lips. 

Ryder's muscles clenched. 

"Clay." He greeted his father coldly. 

Kyle and Ansel filed in behind us.

Kyle cursed under his breath as he surveyed the situation. 

"Did you bring us new recruits?" He asked, before looking Kelsey and I up and down, bile threatening to spill from my mouth. "And some beautiful women as well, I see." 

That disgusting smile was back. 

Ryder let out a fierce growl from the bottom of his throat, before grabbing my waist and putting me behind him, Ansel grabbing Kelsey. 

"Nobody here wants to join, we're here for answers then we're leaving." Ryder answered, his voice grave. 

His right hand still rested on my hip, and I looked up at him in curiously. 

"Oh?" His father asked, his eyebrows raising. Settling into his chair, he motioned everyone forward but no one moved. 

"Zach was Eddie." Ryder boldly said, taking a step forward as I stayed back. 

"You lied to me, you bastard." He spit out, anger rolling off of him in waves. "Why?"

Walking closer to his father, he asked again. "Why the fuck would you lie and tell me that my own brother was dead?"

The two men, who I assumed were Clay's guards, seemed uneasy how Ryder was closing in on Clay's desk but the boss didn't seem uneasy at all, almost humored at his son's behavior. 

"Why would I lie? Is that your golden question?"

Ryder growled, and I felt a shiver go through my body at the sound. 

"I lied about my death as well, don't you wish to know why I lied about that as well, Ryder?"

He was toying with Ryder and it was so damn obvious but I couldn't understand why. 

"I'll tell you." His eyes flashed to Kelsey then to me. 

He walked past Ryder and over to where I stood a few feet away from Kyle. I gasped as he stood before me. 

"Don't touch her," Ryder hissed through his teeth. 

"So it's this bitch, huh?" He laughed at his own rhetorical question. 

"I knew, if you left, you'd find some girl who'd try and make you a better man, make you forget your roots. You found her. This is what stands between you and who you're supposed to be." He spoke every word, staring directly at me. 

I took a step back in fear.

"What was I supposed to be, in your mind?" Ryder cut in, his question drawing his father back to looking at him. 

"You were born and raised to run this gang and you knew that!" He yelled, grabbing my left shoulder roughly in his hand. Ryder's eyes widened at his rough actions.

"I said, don't fucking touch her." He growled, his eyes set on Clay's hand on my shoulder. 

"Oh, don't be one of those jealous types, women don't like that." He teased Ryder again, but failed to move his hand. 

"I did everything that I did for a reason," Clay explained, releasing his tight grip on my shoulder to pace the room. "Eddie was making you soft, you mothered him, it was disgraceful." He spoke as his face contorted in disgust.

"So, I made you think that Eddie died and you grew up, but that's when I sent Eddie to Shay's family farm because I wanted him out of here. Then some bitch started sniffing around him, and so he killed her. I was quite impressed and surprised so I started calling him his more adult name." Clay explained before turning and placing his dark eyes on me. 

"I believe you knew her, Shay. Karen? Aunt Karen? I'm sure you remember her." His words sent a knife into my heart as it crumbled into small pieces on the floor. 

I looked up to meet Ryder's eyes and it almost seemed like he remembered the day that he followed me out to her grave. Empathy was expressed through his eyes. 

"I remember her." My voice was shaky. 

Clay smirked, "I knew you would." 

"Get on with the damn story," Ryder demanded. 

"You still showed no interest in becoming leader, so I figured if I "died", you might have a change of heart and feel the need to fill it, but you didn't. You took that change to cowardly run away," He growled, narrowing his eyes at Ryder. 

"This isn't the life I wanted for myself, I would've left whether you faked deaths or not, so cut the bullshit, you knew that." Ryder's demeanor gave off what I assumed was how he was in this environment and then I understood how he could hold his own in an environment. 

There were loud bangs on the door, interrupting Clay's next response and one word was yelled that chilled the blood in my veins. 

"Cops!"

Author's Note: 

Sorry for the long wait! But here you go!