VICTORIA'S POV
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"Stop stressing so much," Ryder laughs. He laughs as if meeting my parents were nothing. He's the one who stormed down and showed up at my apartment looking like he's seen a f*****g ghost.
"They can be much." I whisper distantly. I bite back the flinch at the memory of when they met Jax...It was cold and cruel and my father instantly didn't like him. Mom gave me grave, pitiful looks. Jax didn't even stay for two minutes before stalking away like he owned the world. My father warned me right after and I was so in love, so blindly in love that I snapped and told them off.
"Every parent can much," Ryder shrugs. I audibly gulp, nodding slowly.
"What's really bothering you?" He asks, his voice a little sterner. With his hand on the wheel, his other arm rested on the ce
