RYDER
“What did you want to talk about?”
Logan reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “Someone is clearly heading a rebellion.” Passing the phone over to me, he dipped his hands into his pocket.
Clicking the play button, I watched the CCTV recording from Logan’s phone of a few bikers discussing what they call my incompetence.
Well, it was more like one man trying to convince the others that I am thinking with my d**k. A very bold motherfucker if you ask me.
I passed the phone back to Logan. “Where is he?” If the wanker is bold enough to think of me in such a manner and even more bold to speak it out, then he should be able to say it to my face.
“That’s the problem.” Sniffing, he pinched the edge of his nose. “I went to pay him a little visit, and I found him dead in his
