Ryder
The startling realization has my heart racing faster than the bullet that hit me a few nights ago. We have to get back. Thorne comes to the same conclusion, not having to be told a thing as he turns his engine and peels away with me.
We ride like the wind, zooming through traffic, wedging between cars when needed. All the while my mind keeps darting back to her, imagining all the things that could be happening right now. I try not to envision them, but it's hard not to when I know how dangerous of a place she's in. When I know how dangerous of a man Nico is.
I imagine her bleeding, shot and dying while Blaze fights. An image of her naked and scared invades my brain next, thinking of worse things than death for her.
I swear if he touches her, I'll make his death agonizingly slo
