“We fought earlier.” Understatement of the f*****g century, Ryder. He is going to f*****g kill me. “I’m on my way,” I tell him, firing my bike up.
“You better be coming here to fix her because if not, I’ll rip your intestines out through your throat and strangle you with them.”
I wince when the line goes dead, then dial Gage.
“She’s at Micah’s,” I tell him when he answers, and the fucker just hangs up. If they are up on the highway, I’ll get there faster, especially with the bike.
With that thought, I shove my phone into my pocket and cram my helmet on my head. I back out and hit the gas.
It took ten minutes to get to Micah’s house, but it felt like f*****g years. It didn’t help that I was racing the clock trying to beat Gage here.
I run up and bust in because I never knocked coming
