RYDER
The banging headache that have traveled from my temples to behind my eyes forced me to pull over several times while riding home, giving myself a few minutes to get my brain back into focus.
Maybe I shouldn’t have taken that damn drug with alcohol.
The pain only seemed to grow worse with every mile. It throbbed relentlessly behind my eyes, making every passing headlight feel like a knife being driven into my skull.
Jesus… I just want to get home.
As soon as I pulled into my driveway on my bike, I noticed a black sedan parked outside the gate. A man stood just beyond it, locked in a heated argument with my security.
For f**k’s sake, this isn’t what I need.
The loud roar of my bike pulled his attention away from the guards. His head snapped toward me before he jabbed a finger in
