Wild Ride | Rhea Ripley | Possessive, Fluffy and Smutty

38 | Scary Dog Privileges

Fuck me...

I grabbed the first drink I saw and downed it, and I didn't even get a look from anyone. Because they were all looking at Gunnar and his mates.

"Lo, what's he been up to?" Zane and his old nickname for me caught my attention.

But it also caught Rheas back to the table, and I didn't miss the glares she gave him.

I shrugged. "Usual Gunnar."

"You're not still with him, right?" He leaned across the table. "Tell me you're not still with him?"

I gave him a look. "No I'm not. I'm with-"

"Oi Loz!" Gunnar's voice screamed across the bar, and I put my face in my hands.

Rheas hand came at my back and I felt her come in close, which was so nice to feel right now, but she didn't begin to talk because Zane did instead, harsh voice powering over the table. "I'll go tell him to get the fuck out of here, Lo. Just tell me to do it. I wouldn't mind having a chat to the fucker again, anyway."

Jesus... I didn't know if Gunnar would be making it out of here alive.

Rheas arm left my back and I missed her touch. I said it mainly to her, but the others listened. "I'll just go over there and tell him to leave myself."

Rhea went to reply again, but was cut off one more time. By Zane. "Let me do it."

I looked at Rhea who was looking at Zane, and she licked the corner of her mouth in thought. "Just let him do it." She said casually. Boredly.

I looked at her. "He could kill him."

She shrugged. "So?"

Zane chuckled. "Fuck yeah, I like you." He pointed at Rhea and he stood up.

No. God, no.

I followed and stood. "I don't trust you around him. You can't kill him."

"Just gonna chat, Lo. That's all." He put his hands up innocently.

Rhea stood up beside me too. "I'll come with you, Ren."

I noticed Zane listening.

I rubbed my face, because too many people wanted to kill Gunnar right now. "Look, I'm going over. He'll leave, trust me, guys." And I didn't give them a chance to stop me or say anything, I just turned around.

Halfway to where Gunnar was at the bar, I looked behind me and back to the table where my very scary dog privileges were staring from.

Coming up to Gunnar and his mates, I tilted my head. "You need to go before they kill you."

Gunnar looked at me then behind me and across the room quickly. "What? Mike and your girlfriend?" He scoffed. "I don't even have bad intentions."

"Right." I nodded, not believing him. "You're missing someone- Zane is here too and he can't stand you."

I watched his face fall. And he looked back over towards the table, definitely seeing Zane. "I don't care about that guy. Thought he fucked off to LA?" I shrugged off his question, just wanting him to leave. "I'm here in innocence. Just for a drink. No harm." He put his hands up. "Unless you wanted me."

I cringed. "Want you? How delusional are you? You fucked with my bike. Fucked with my girlfriend." I emphasised. "You're a dick. How would I want you?"

Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick.

He just shrugged. "Beats me. Remember the first time you wanted me?" He grinned? Remembering the time I came onto him...