Rider Skull Novels & Stories

As I raced out of town and down the mountain roads driving back to the pack, I heard Ryder groan and begin to slowly roll his head from side to side. “Why fucking me.” he grumbled as he once again reached back and rubbed the rear of his skull. I continued to look ahead as I pushed the hemi sports car heatedly though the mountain pass onwards to my pack house. “You sure know how to ruin a guy’s night.” I muttered, still contemplating if I should stop the car and pulverize this wretch. Ryder squinted over at me and snorted. “This wasn’t my idea of fun either. No female is worth this much headache or trouble in my opinion. Had my damn skulled smashed three different times tonight.” He shuffled