Chapter 14: Ryker

"Ryker..." Her voice nearly shattered me. It wasn't the hostile, hate-filled tone she'd thrown my way before Sam showed. Her vibrato had been replaced with uncertainty and laced with fear. "I'll be okay." Three words gave away more than an admission would have.

Taking my eyes off Sam wasn't an option. Gang members didn't play by the rules. They had no problem sideswiping a person to get what they needed. And while just about everyone else under the Union umbrella knew better than to cross my path, somewhere along the way, Sam had gotten the impression he could best me. A shift in my focus, a single second where my attention was lost, and he'd have me on the ground and Nikki in the car. That couldn't happen.

A smug expression crossed Sam's lips, as though he believed he'd won. The motherfucker hadn't won shit other than my disdain and irritation. If he pushed it much further, he'd be the proud owner of a handful of his own teeth. "Yeah, Ryker. She'll be just fine." He waved his hand