RIDE ME WILD: The biker's obsession

Unbutton your shirt, Kyle Maxwell

KYLE

The gang no longer stopped me. One threat was enough. Lily didn't dare utter another word. I walked out of Devilish Chaos and straight to Snake’s dark place. I crashed his smoke party, a brunette seated on his lap.

“Kyle Maxwell.” He smiled widely

I didn't talk. I walked up to him, shutting the space until he forgot how to breathe. The second my shadow towered over him, the girl slipped off his lap and squeezed into a corner.

“Didn’t I say that girl was mine? Who said you could share her video?” I clutched his collar, my veins tightened on my forearms.

He let out a soft chuckle. “Kyle, seriously? You're losing your calm over a girl?” That chuckle turned into a laugh. “Dude, you don't give a damn about anyone.”

“Delete the video, Snake. It's a warning.”

“f**k off, Kyle! I don't take warnings!”

“Fine,” I muttered darkly. “You asked for it.”

Before he could react, my fist slammed straight into his face. The crack of bone echoed through the room as Snake stumbled backward, blood instantly pouring from his nose. The girl gasped, escaping from the room, leaving the door swinging behind her.

For half a second, Snake looked shocked.

Then he charged at me.

We crashed hard onto the floor, fists flying without mercy. Every punch landed brutally, splitting skin, drawing blood, and feeding the violence already boiling inside me. His fist smashed into my jaw; mine buried into his chest hard enough to make him choke.

“Why are you so furious? It's just one girl.” He rose to his feet from the floor, wiping the blood that stained his mouth. “Don't tell me she gave you her body…”

I didn't let him finish. Rage ripped through me harder. I grabbed a beer bottle from the table beside us and smashed it across his head.

“F*cking psycho!” Snake staggered sideways instantly, blood trailing down his face while broken glass scattered across the floor beneath him. For a second, he lost balance…Then he swung back hard enough to split my lip open.

I wiped the blood from my bottom lip with my thumb and smiled.

Snake’s gang suddenly rushed in, six men surrounding me at once. But I didn’t back down. Instead, I welcomed it.

One came from the left, I drove my elbow into his throat. Another swung at me, I caught his fist and slammed him against the table hard enough to crack it. Someone shorter my size grabbed me from behind, and I smashed my head backward into his face before driving my fist into another guy’s stomach.

Everything became fists, blood, shattered glass, and pure violence.

The pain barely registered anymore. Because my rage wasn’t about me.

It was because of her.

Unexpectedly, the Reapers barged inside. “Kyle, you okay?” Raven asked, handling one of Snake's men.

“Why are you all here?”

“We couldn't leave our leader alone,” Sky said, calm and sarcastic, punching a man rushing towards us. The Reapers handled Snake's men, while I snatched Snake's phone and deleted the video from his phone.

“Zack, check his laptop, tablet, and every phone in this room.”

Zack nodded.

I brought Snake to his knees before me, cupping his cheeks, and glared into his eyes. “Trust me, I'll kill you next time.”

He was silent, breathing furiously through the scent of blood.

“The video’s gone from every device,” Zack said coldly, dropping the tablet onto the shattered table.

Snake’s men were sprawled across the floor, groaning, bleeding, barely moving beneath overturned chairs, and broken glass.

“What now?” Zen asked as the Reapers gathered behind me, silent and waiting.

“Deleting the video isn’t enough.” My voice came out low, the dangerous kind of calm that made everyone pay attention.

I slowly wiped the blood from my knuckles and glanced around the room. “Break every device in here. Every damn device.”

A grin spread across Zack’s face instantly. “Consider it done.”

Snake’s expression twisted. “Kyle Maxwell, you f*cker!” He spat. “Just wait and watch. I’ll drag the cops into this!”

Nobody moved. Nobody cared. The next second, the room erupted again.

Phones and tablets smashed against walls. Laptops cracked in half across tables. Everything was destroyed.

***

TESSA

I was cleaning up before closing the café when the low roar of engines suddenly filled the quiet street outside. My hands froze around the damp cloth instantly.

Maya has already left. I was alone.

One by one, the Reapers rolled in and parked their bikes beneath the flickering streetlights, black machines lined up like trouble itself had arrived at my door.

Then they started pulling off their helmets.

Raven first. Then Zen. Then Kyle. And the second I saw him, my breath caught.

Blood stained the corner of Kyle’s bottom lip. His knuckles were scraped red, veins still swollen like he’d been hitting something, or someone, far too hard.

But what unsettled me most was the way Raven and Zen stayed close beside him, subtle enough that most people wouldn’t notice. Supportive. Watchful.

Like Kyle had just come out of a war.

As they stepped inside, Kyle's blue eyes found mine, and despite the blood, something heated flashed through his expression the second he looked at me.

My pulse stumbled hard.

“Don't look so surprised, glasses,” Sky said. “He got into a fight with Snake… For you.”

“W-What? Why?”

“Come upstairs,” Kyle muttered softly.

I didn't argue. I followed them. Kyle perched on the couch while the rest of them were still standing. “Will you explain now?”

Zen explained everything to me.

“He fought the gang alone until we arrived. He's wounded.” Devis said, the one who always held a cold expression on his face. Something that said out of your league.

Kyle was just silent, his eyes fixed on me.

“Your problem. Your mess. Why should he suffer?” Devis stepped forward, his presence almost threatening my eyes.

“Don’t.” Kyle glanced at Devis. One glance and he stepped back.

“She’s our landlord,” Kyle said calmly, though there was something possessive hidden beneath the words. “Show her respect.”

I inhaled slowly, looking at every face. “Leave us alone. Get out. All of you.”

The Reapers exchanged glances before all eyes shifted toward Kyle like he was the only one whose answer mattered.

Kyle never looked away from me. He simply tilted his head once. That was enough.

One by one, they turned and walked out of the room. Silence flooded the room instantly.

“Unbutton your shirt.” I stepped closer to him.

“What?” The corner of his lips curled as if he found it amusing. The tension between us snapped tighter with every inch.

I stopped directly in front of him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body, close enough to smell smoke, leather, and the scent of blood clinging to his skin.

Kyle’s gaze dropped briefly to my lips before dragging back up again.

“I said... Unbutton your shirt, Kyle Maxwell.”