Mason Ryder 소설 & 이야기

“Why? I’m the best goddamn attorney you have! Why…?” “It’s not you,” Mr. Maison cut me off, holding up a hand to silence me. He looked nervous and refused to look me in the eyes, as if guilt was eating away at him. “You see… Some of our clients don’t feel comfortable about your connection to the Wolf Riders MC.” “But---,” I breathed, not sure anymore if I was made out of flesh and blood--- or just filled with cotton! “I don’t have anything to do with them!” Not anymore at least!

If I were a betting man, I’d wager he would win the race. “Tonight’s the 126th anniversary of our club tonight!” he said. My brows raised. The bikers zoomed off at the sound of the gunshot. I kept my eyes on Viper. He leapt to the lead instantly and kept a firm control over it. No matter how many times the other bikers tried to cut through, he managed to keep the lead. “Your father never gave you a chance to truly experience the full Shadow Ryders tradition. When he left us to join the vandals, it was an unforgivable sin. I never even knew you were still keeping the Ryders alive until your uncle brought news,” Mason continued.

Ten years ago, I saved Mason Whitmore. He had collapsed outside an old warehouse by the docks. No bodyguards. After he recovered, he found me. “You saved my life, Alara,” he said. “Come back to the Whitmore estate with me. I’ll take care of you.” I had no home, so I went with him. Mason had four sons: Ethan, the champion race car driver; Julian, the billionaire CEO; Ryan, the professional hockey player; and Noah, the fourth son, who used a wheelchair and rarely appeared in public.

Stepped closer, clearly enjoying the chance to mess with me. Before I could snap back, the air around us changed. Mason’s growing grin died off as his eyes fixed on a spot behind me, I spun. Ryder appeared like a storm rolling in, still in half his gear, hair damp with sweat, eyes locked on Mason with terrifying intensity, like he wished to pick him off the ground like an ant and fling him far away from the entrance door. He placed one big gloved hand on Mason’s shoulder, deciding not to create an obvious scene.

Maddox was sitting on a bedstead of woven webbing or hemp stretched on a wooden frame of four legs. It was common in their tribe. The men sleep on them at night. With staring at the flames directly while it danced in his eyes, he was thinking about his life...he had been fighting all his life, lost his parents at a young age and made this emperor in the business world. Maddox wasn't an ordinary man but he lived a dual life. Both of its lives were only hidden with a thin mask...the world didn't know his reality. No one knew the famous arrogant businessman Maddox Dasher was the alpha...the wolf.

I wonder how many are visiting the city and how many have a pack near here. Silas mutters, “Interesting.” I ask softly, “What is?” “Do you know who Mason Maverick is?” I nod, “He’s a famous actor, also happens to be a werewolf. He’s certainly made a name for himself considering the fact he doesn’t live a normal pack life like the rest of us.” “From what I’ve heard, he’s also Marinette Sinclair’s friend.” I raise my eyebrows and he says, “When we go to the gallery, if he comes we need to see if you can talk to him.”

Ryker looked between everyone that was gathered before continuing. “Sara and Leo will team up. Being the two of you are related, you both have a greater bond with each other. The same goes for Julian and Ryan.” He said then stopped talking again as he looked between the others. Ryan Drake, Julian’s twin brother. This was the first time seeing Ryan, other than the picture of him in the folder I had on him. Seeing them stand side by side, it was hard to tell them apart, other than the noticeable scar above Ryan’s left eye.

****Mason**** Morning can not come fast enough. I am so ready for today. I need to look to make a good expression on Chloe. I take a quick shower to freshen up myself after the steamy dream all night long. I shave my face to look not groomed. The first expression is the most important but she might still remember me after our one night stand. I was her first and they always say that a first one for a woman is very important. Hope she still remembers me and doesn't regret what happened between us. I put on my nice business look with gray pants, a plain white button-up shirt, and a matching color suit jacket with my pants. I look good but we will see. I am excited and Ryder is in my head too.

my dad questioned, looking back at Mister Moors, confused. I rolled my eyes. “Mister Moors’s full of shit, dad. He was told that by his creep son. His son’s the one that tried to assault me and just this morning. He didn’t get the chance cause I kneed his balls and bit his hand,” I snorted. “Wait, so this ‘drifter’ groundskeeper didn’t touch you, but the director’s son did? Where is the prick?” dad demanded, now turning his anger at Mister Moors.

How can I let it go like this? The bastard who hurt her is going to be dead soon. Eventually, a week after, Brayden Marshall was beheaded by Prince Rhyker.