Ryder

Ryder Prologue

RYDER

Its all I can do not to think about her. About holding her in my arms, about kissing away her tears, or about holding her close to me at night. There is only one thing that keeps me away from her. Me. If I let myself be with her, she could end up being kidnapped or worse, killed. The only thing that I want is her, Mia Hamilton, but who she is with just may stop her from coming with me. Ryder Gerard is going undercover for the first time. He's finished his SWAT training over three years ago and is now finally going to be doing something to help people. Ryder thought he was ready for anything that could happen to him until he showed up at the head man's house. He never expected to see his childhood best friend bleeding and crying. He slowly grows closer to her and wants to get her out of there. The question is: Is he willing to risk everything for her?

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"You worthless piece of shit!" Mark yelled before he kicked me in the side again. That was the third time in a row. I groaned and grabbed my side, curling up into a ball.

"Why can't you just be grateful!!" He kicked me again, and tears were rolling down my face. I brought my hands up to protect my face, and my knees tightened against my body.

These beatings were a normal part of my life now. If I had gotten used to them, you gotta be thinking that I'm in my twenties or maybe early thirties, right? Not! I'm only fifteen years old. He took me when I was fourteen. I was only a child, but Mark saw something he liked apparently.

I was a silly teenager, sneaking off with friends to high school parties.

I had everything to live for. The perfect grades. The perfect reputation. The perfect friends. And even the perfect boyfriend.

But somehow that wasn't enough. I just had to go around flirting with the older boys.

I guess this is my punishment. If I hadn't gone off alone that night I wouldn't be where I am.

"Do you have anythin to say for yourself?!" Mark screamed grabbing a fist full of my hair, and dragged me up the concrete stairs into the cabin. I thrashed out in pain, grabbing his hands to try and loosen his grip, but he just turned around a slapped me hard.

"Mark please stop!" I begged. He was still dragging me behind him, but I knew where he was going. It would be "our" bedroom and then the basement for me. If I "misbehaved" he would throw me in the basement for a few days without food or water.

Every single time he did that he would say, "This will teach you." Nothing was going to teach me not to fight for my life.

I knew we were at the room when he let me go. I immediately crawled over to the opposite wall the door was on while holding my head. Mark lent down next to me, and I whimpered. His hand went to my cheek cradling it, "I'm so sorry, my Queen."

I squirmed under his gaze. He picked me up bridal style and carried me into the room. This was the first time he had ever apologized for his actions. Mark may be a psychotic bastard, but he was actually a sweetheart.

I know that sounds...odd coming from me. It was hard for me to swallow that realization too. He kept me well fed, clothed, and, in his twisted mind, loved.

"You're too quite Brook," he sang, but I was too scared of what I hoped he wouldn't do. He had been patient with my refusal to sleep with him, but I knew he wasn't going to hold out forever. In his mind, I was his and he could do whatever he wanted to me.

Defiantly, I looked at him. He had a beer in his hand and a smirk playing with the corners of his eyes. I knew today would be my last night as an innocent. Tomorrow I'd wake up tainted and used, abandoned and alone.

"My name is not Brook. My name is Mia, you bastard, and I promise you Ryder is going to come for me."

I don't remember too much after that.