"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
Feeling Drya start to play with end of my cut I could tell she was nervous being in the clubhouse even though she was going to trust me. I had to play this right, if she didn't feel safe she would bolt. When Birdy came bursting into the clubhouse talking about the M8s threats I know the club will be at war with them and that there is no way I will be leaving Drya's secrets to remain so. She is going to tell me everything and not be leaving my side even if I have to lock her in my room.
"Come on." I tugged her shoulder and started to walk us to the other side of the room opening the door to the kitchen motioning for a prospect to head out giving us privacy. Placing my hands on her hips I lifted her up sitting her on the tall kitchen island making sure she was steady.
"What are you doing?" She asked me holding onto my shoulders surprised to be sitting on a kitchen counter at the moment.
"I am making you some food, knowing that you don't eat while you work means you haven't eaten in over seven hours." I replied back moving to the fridge taking out some brie, Tomatoes, avocado, bread and butter.
"You cook?"
Turning back to her I cocked my head, "I am not just a hot body Drya, not as good as you but I can make a mean grilled cheese." I winked as I bent down grabbing a pan placing it on the stove; I won't let her forget about the slip up about my body, wait till she sees it naked. And yeah she will, I have needed that body against mine six fucking months ago.
"Amaradrya. Amaradrya Woods." I turned to look at her, her body fitting on the counter swinging her feet. " I like to go by Amara, I was given Drya so I could remember it better though I have never been able to like it."
"Amaradrya." I breathed out looking into her eyes, content that she was opening up to me and that I won't have to coax her; she felt safe enough.
"Amara, Amaradrya is such a mouth full. My mom wanted a nice greek name that would sound like a goddess but it just sounds so much."
Smiling at her I moved next to her taking out a cutting board as I started to cut the tomatoes into slices before starting to work on the avocado. I liked the name Amara better then Drya, it fit her more. The softness of the name matching her personality of being sweet and shy despite the fire that can come out. Preparing the sandwich I gave her the time she needed for her to tell me more about herself, she gave me her name so I know she is getting comfortable enough to tell me what happened.
"I grew up north of Portland, my father was police-officer and my mother was a teacher. They were my best friends, called us the three musketeers whenever we were in the kitchen making cakes, pies, pastries, bread, literally anything. We lived in a small house but we didn't care about the size since we had fun anyways."
