CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

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