There were voices down stairs, he could hear them from his room and he knew exactly who they were.
He felt the pasta he'd had for dinner coming up his tract rapidly, a strong urge to retch gripping him, hard.
But he bit it back, holding on stronger.
Not this night.
He quickly ran to the door of his room, locking it and taking the key with him.
This is the first time he's done something about his night terror and hopefully, it'd be the last time he'll have to.
Maybe they'd finally be able to tell he didn't want this, never did.
Fuck Paul and his perverted friends, they were disgusting, old men who didn't know when to call quits.
The voices got louder and he could smell the alcohol he knew they were drowning in all the way from up here.
That should h
She complicated his plan.Before he'd come into this town, Ryder had believed himself impenetrable and incapable of feeling anything, but since her he's been feeling conflicted with his plan.She hadn't been there when her father and his had made his life a living nightmare, just like the one he'd just had, but she was still an offspring of a man that he despised so much and the key to everything he's slowly setting in motion.He couldn't do away with her yet, but everytime he let out his bottled up anger on her, the confused hurt that answered him back from her eyes made him feel lower than a scum bag.No, it didn't bring him the satisfaction he'd expected, the tears he caused her made him want to wipe them away.And in the end, he finds himself caught in a vicious cycle because he can't help letting that anger go on her.He wanted to go to her room and apologise, but it's been so long since he'd done that he doubted he'd even know the righ
Bree didn't like having her hair flying in the ruffling morning breeze and into her face in the process, but the unruly strands keep escaping the ponytail she'd caught it in and were doing exactly that.If only she'd gotten her mum's beautiful, rich locks that were so easily tamed and stays put for hours on end.She stood outside, in that cool morning breeze, clutching her purse in an unconscious show of nervousness.She hated being here and waiting only intensified the feeling."We're ready for visitors, miss." A young girl that looked barely out of highschool called to her, distracting her from her thoughts.She was probably one of those nice student volunteers that came around here from time to time."Thank you." Bree answered her with a tight smile, bracing herself to face this.She did the breath therapy thing she'd watched on all those mental preparation videos on YouTube before dragging her suddenly heavy limbs inside.T
The information that stared back at Ryder from the screen of his high tech laptop just served to solidify his plan to tweak Jeffery Mathew using his precious little daughter.From what he's read so far, the man was bankrupt in every meaning of the word and the only good thing he's probably got going for him is daddy's little princess, Brianna, who he now have in his grasp.The gear has finally fallen into place and his whole game plan just became set in motion.That old fucker, so help him God, is gonna play his hound dog, sniffing out the others for him and delivering their asses to him.Wouldn't be too hard now seeing as he had Daddy's little princess exactly where he wanted her.She's been out since the early hours of the morning, and he knew it wasn't work she'd left for.First it was the weekend and they didn't work on weekends and second, he knew of the phone call she'd taken a couple nights ago that had instigated her absence.
The visit to her father had upset Bree so much she found herself crying through her ride home.She must have been a really horrid person in her past life to have been handed someone as terrible as Jeffery for a father.That must be it because he's really lousy at the job.And now she has to go home to Ryder.The thought didn't excite her at all or bring any atom of comfort because that was a different kind of purgatory.Though Ryder was nothing like her father, didn't strike her as the kind of man that would stoop that low, he was a different kind of cruel.And he made it clear as day that he despised her.It made her wonder why, and again, why he'd gone out of his way to throw her his deal if he hated her that much.Surely, he could have easily found someone else to do it, someone he hates less.The man was a mystery to her and she wasn't sure he was one she wanted to solve.The answer might be more than she's re
By the time they were halfway through the bottle, Bree was feeling less sorry for herself and more light headed.No surprise there, she's never really been one with a head for alcohol.It surprised her though that she'd drank up her tab at Glitz the night she'd met Ryder.Must have been all the pent up anger from her break up fueling her body's metabolism of the damn thing and allowing her gulp down so much.Usually, it took about the second or third glass to knock her out.And she was dangerously close to her limit now.She fiddled with her glass though, not letting it down for a refill. She should have known to call it quits earlier than this, but it's never too late, hmmm.A moment later, she dumped the glass on the table abruptly, still aware of his intense orbs fixed on her like he was trying to figure her out or something, and stood up."Thank you for inviting me up, 'twas nice drinking with you, Rydie." She muttered.
Ryder wasn't thinking at the moment, no, he want thinking at all.The only thing that mattered to him was the woman in his arms, kissing him back like her life depended on it.She'd been hurt, he could tell, taste it and being called frigid had had it's toll on her mentally.But fact is, whoever called her that must not have so much as touched her.She was a fire cracker in his arms even as he just loved on her lips and he wanted to show her that she wasn't frigid in any sense of the word.He'd been in control, biting back on his desire for his enemy's daughter, until she'd parted those rosy lips of hers and begged him to show her that she was desirable.The control he'd prided himself on wielding snapped in that instant and here he was showing her how much she made him want her.Having her was in his cards, but not now, not like this, a
Jeffery Mathew isn't a man to scare easily, but the news of 'Paul's bastard' back in town scared him.He remembered him, a small, shy, little thing.He'd looked forward most to those nights they'd go for drinks at Paul's and get to have some fun with his wimp.It's been many years since he's last heard anything about the boy, but Daniel Rogers, the lawyer, had sounded so sure when he'd mentioned him .Something about being back in town to deal with Paul's will and his properties.He didn't want to consider the fact that his return to this town has to do with anything other than that.He couldn't stomach the thought of the man Ryder Steele has become coming for them.But somewhere in his mind, he knew the day they've all been praying against was closer now than they'd expected it.The day he'd come back to pay them for what they'd done to him as a boy.He had no regrets whatsoever for what they'd done to him, his father h
The music in the random bar Ryder had driven himself was extremely loud.No, it wasn't the same one he'd met Bree in, if you were wondering.For someone who came to poach the territory and pick himself a lay for the night, he was doing a bad job of socialising.He'd chosen a table in the corner of room, far back and very dimly lit and for the past half an hour he's just been watching and drinking.And while he toyed with his glass of chosen poison, he sat scowling at every body that even dared to look back in his direction.There've been girls in and out of the room, all kinds of girls, from the innocent looking ones that looked like they'd lost their way and somehow ended up in here, to the ones that makes your blood boil because they dressed to be poached.But none of them seed to be what he needed, he seemed to be immune to all their charm and sexiness and