[RYKER]
"f**k! f**k! f**k!"
I slammed my fist against the steering wheel three times, my frustration boiling over. My grip tightened so hard my knuckles turned white.
I had told Sandra this was a bad idea. s**t! I told them. But did anyone listen? Of course not.
Pulling up in front of my villa, I exhaled sharply, trying to push down the anger threatening to consume me. I stepped inside, ignoring the concerned look Sandra shot me.
Without a word, I made a beeline for the bar, grabbed the first bottle I could find, and took a long swig. The burn did nothing to ease the tension.
"Ryker! What's wrong? How did it go?"
I turned, leveling her with a glare. "I told you today was a bad f*****g idea. s**t. Sarah should’ve just handled the damn delivery."
Her expression softened as she steppe
