"Choose. Her or the club." Briac demanded thrusting the gun in my hand as I looked back at her. The Riders are my family but she is the love of my life. How can I kill the one who owns my heart but how can I betray my club?
Amara's father was an und...
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Ryker
"Pick up the blade! Pick it up kid now!"Someone was yelling at me as I picked up the sword, my hands shaking as I looked around at everyone banging on the wire. My eyes stopping at the other kid I had gotten to know here, Hunter. His face was black and blue from his fight and now it was my turn.
I held the knife, fisting the handle in my hand tightly so it wouldn't fall out. Why did I have to fight? Why was I here? How could we have been placed in here? Who am I going to fight? Or what?
Hunter and I have only just started to fight. He goes into the ring with other kids and fights with his hands but I am always given knives to fight other kids or dogs. They say since I am only of the few non-white kids I have to be exotic.
As the cage opened to giant dog I found myself on my back.
I sat crying in the corner trying to wipe the blood off my arms. I could hear Hunter in another room tapping on the wall between us. But I didn't respond I just wanted the blood off.
The scenery changed as I was an adult again, no longer covered in blood. "Ryker?" Looking around I see myself back at the clubhouse, "Ryker are you okay?"
Drya appeared in front of me, her hair down, the brown curls cascading down her back as she wrapped her arms around me. One of my hands moving to cup the back of her head looking at her, that constant soft look in her eye taking away my past.
She took in a sharp breath, her eyes going wide as she looks down. "Ryker?"
My brows furrow together as I look down seeing my right hand against her stomach. No... I drop my hand away from her as if I was burned allowing me to see a knife embedded in her stomach, my eyes widened in horror as blood came out of her wound. "Ryker?!"
"RYKER!" My body jolted awake seeing that I was in my room, papers of inventory sprawled around me as my head goes up to banging on my door. "Come on brother, time to go!" Hamlet called.
"Coming!" I shout back shaking my head of the dream, I had gotten them a few times whever I considered making a move on Drya, how my postion could fuck her up. Glancing over at the clock I could see the banana bread I brought from her as a peace came over me; she always made everything seem simple.
I felt myself chuckling as I remembered her from earlier when she mentioned my body and the possibility of me fucking her. It was nice to know that she was atracted to me and I have no problem just thinking about all the ways I would fuck that body of hers. That long hair that I would grab whenever I pounded into her, she could be sweet whenever I saw her but I couldn't help but wonder if that changed when she was in bed.
