RYDER
“What's this s**t I'm hearing about some black-haired chick looking for you?” Gladdie asked the second I walked into the clubhouse bar.
The place was packed as usual. Music blasted from the speakers, beer flowed freely, and sweet butts lingered around the tables looking for attention. A few of them spotted me the moment I stepped inside, throwing flirty smiles my way and swaying their hips like they were putting on a damn show.
I ignored every single one of them.
Making my way across the room, I dropped onto one of the worn leather sofas. A sweet butt immediately tried to slide in beside me.
One look from me was enough.
She froze halfway down, swallowed hard, and quickly found somewhere else to sit.
“What black-haired chick?” I asked, stretching an arm across the back of the s
