Ryder May Novels & Stories

"He's going to come walking along one day and-" "And I'll kill him." I narrow my eyes on him. "Don't be like that." He still doesn't move from where he stands. The man from the Discipline Pack that Mara mentioned has already arrived, and I'm curious to meet him. What if he is my other mate? How would he react to finding out he would be sharing with an Alpha. Not thrilled, I'm sure. Especially since it is Fate's doing. "The man is a bounty hunter that used to work for Kaden. He's no good anyway," Rylan comments, already knowing that is why I'm wanting to leave.

I smiled to myself. The door opened and Ryder was led in by another guy. "Jax! It's good to see you. I hope you have good news for me " he beamed taking his seat opposite me at the bar. He took out ice block into his cup and filled it with alcohol. Oh, that's your last drink, fool. I thought. Ryder is someone you should call devil's advocate. He was evil and killed without no mercy. He killed his wife because she saw him when he shot his brother. He even said it without remorse.

I ignored her. “Alpha you called,” I said to him, and he glanced at my mother, who cleared her throat. “Ryder has to go to the dusk pack for the weekend to meet his mother, and you will accompany him.” When she spoke, I literally felt something shatter in my head as I stared at her like a madwoman. “What?”

"Ryder, he’s a straight arrow. You can’t just wag your dick at him and expect him to fold." "I don't wag my dick," Ryder says, his voice dropping to a murmur that makes the group lean in. "I make them want it. I make them need it so bad they forget their own names. And I bet I can make Professor Adrian forget he’s supposed to be teaching."

He needed to reclaim back his position in kelvin's heart, and his status as the don of the green evil clan. But wait take deep breath, who actually is Ryder?.. Ryder's real name is Ryder Blackwood. He's the don of the green evil clan and also a skilled fighter and a ruthless enforcer for the notorious mafia lord, kelvin LaGraine alias K. Ryder's past is marked by violence and bloodshed, and he's been trained from a young age to fight and kill. Ryder's overlord, kelvin LaGraine, is a powerful and cunning mafia lord who controls a significant portion of the West Coast's underworld.

That was one of the reasons why Ryder started his own business, to be financially independent and free from his father's control. "I'll dig up some more evidence. I just need some time. I just worry that everything is going to come crashing down with Alpha properties before I have enough evidence." "That's why you need my help, nobody steals from me and gets away with it. Anyways, a friend of mine said he saw you in New Jersey while we were playing golf. Are you looking to expand your business?" Ryder flinched as the memory of Holly's family flashed before him and he was suddenly aware of the jab of pain in his chest at the mention of New Jersey. The Tiffany bracelet that he had spent hours

Him saying Ryder was married. Ryder is married? My stomach twisted painfully at the memory. I shifted my eyes to Ryder, confused. I've known him long enough now. Our relationship had grown deep. He didn’t keep secrets from me anymore. There was no way he was married… right? By the way… from what I know, Ryder got married to Dylan’s mother like five years ago, I guess. Then she died two and a half years ago. She couldn’t have just woken up from the fucking grave to come claim her husband, right?

"Ryder has the power to turn any random event into a trendy story. In other words, he can make a mountain out of a molehill. So, be careful not to cross paths with him, or you might become his scapegoat." "Are you sure Ms. Ariana Gray is here?" What? Until now, I feared Ryder for his profession, but he was here for me. I couldn't let him get the upper hand. I needed to do something to avoid him. "Chill," I told myself, trying to calm my nerves and think clearly. What could I do to avoid him? How could I blend in and not draw attention to myself?

Ryder seemed deep in thought. “I have a better idea,” he said. “My uncle has a Financial Services Company in LA. He had offered me a job but I didn’t want to go since my girlfriend refused to accompany me to LA. But now that I’ve broken up with her, I think I want to go to LA. The pay will be good and I can stay in one of my uncle’s apartments for free,” said Ryder. Brandon smiled at his friend and closed the laptop.

He ended the call without waiting for a reply. Ryder unlocked his sleek black car, slid into the driver’s seat, and slammed the door shut. His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly as he started the engine, the roar cutting through the silence of the empty lot. With one sharp turn of the wheel, Ryder drove off into the night, his thoughts fixed on Kellan...