Ryder Rock Squad Novels & Stories

I looked up and saw a drone hover right over my head. “Smile! You’re on candy camera,” he said in a teasing tone, and I raised my hand, waving at it. Jasper and Cracker, along with Old-Man and Cook, were left behind to hold the fort if anything didn’t go as planned or if someone was stupid enough to actually try to hit the club while the main force was out here, protecting my ass. Something I knew also had bothered Prez because he’d ordered everybody to be ready to retreat at a moment’s notice. This meant that despite the SUVs being most suitable for this terrain, there were several bikes hidden around… “Bunny!” Prez growled, irritated. “Don’t make me come back to kick your ass!”

“I’m just a quarterback. A start-up CEO. A twenty-one-year-old with a last name that means something—but not enough.” I bit my lip, watching the way his shoulders tensed, the frustration rolling off him. Ryder Caldwell, golden boy of Ravencrest, star quarterback, heir to an empire, was sitting in front of me, telling me that none of it mattered. “That’s bullshit,” I said quietly. He arched a brow. “Is it?”

I whimpered. “Relax ! The twins can’t kill them in front of so many humans,” Sierra comforted me but I was feeling even worse now. Those assholes could do anything to hurt me and the Fatso Dicks ! “NOW BEFORE WE START THE MATCH, LET ME MAKE A FEW THINGS CLEAR. RYDER STONE AND CHESTER KAIN ARE THE RED TEAM WHILE RON LEE AND LEON LEE ARE THE BLUE TEAM FOR THE FIRST MATCH. THE TEAM WINNING TWO POINTS WITHIN 20 MINUTES WILL WIN THE MATCH. MAY I REQUEST THE PARTICIPANTS TO TAKE THEIR POSITIONS AND START ON THE SIGNAL OF THE WHISTLE. BEST OF LUCK TO BOTH THE TEAMS ! MAY THE BEST TEAM WIN !!!!” the anchor wished them and stepped down from the arena.

The heavy bass of a trap beat blasted from the corner speakers, vibrating up through the rubber floor mats and rattling the metal benches. Riding the massive high of the championship win, Luca Ryder unclipped his helmet with one hand. He tossed the protective shell carelessly into his open locker, letting out a sharp breath just as a spray of cheap champagne hit the back of his neck. The sticky liquid soaked into his jersey, but he didn't care. "Yo! Let’s fucking go! Three to two!" Brody, his massive defensive lineman, shoved him hard in the shoulder. "Did you see her face, bro? Did you actually see Holloway’s face?"

Joey's POV Red and gold lights moved slowly across the room as I went through the routine, keeping my eyes just above the crowd the way I was taught. But then I caught sight of someone familiar near the back of the room before I fully realized who it was. Ryder. He sat alone at a table near the wall, his drink, untouched, in front of him. He watched the stage without any of his usual energy. I heard from the tutoring group earlier that the team had a game tonight and won.

He was sex on two legs. “That’s Squad One. It consists of Xander, me, Eric, Tyree, Spencer, Johnson, Jerome, Kurtis, and Nick. We have the territory broken in sectors because of the size of our pack. The squad helps oversee the sectors which then helps Xander and me to keep the pack running smoothly.”

The bold, bloody typography across the flyer reads: THE VAULT UNDERGROUND: NIGHT OF BLOOD & GLORY DON'T MISS THE EPIC SHOWDOWN OF THE CENTURY! REIGNING UNDEFEATED CHAMPION: GOLIATH VS. RVC’S UNSTOPPABLE BLOOD-HUNTER: BIGGY SATURDAY NIGHT | THE VAULT Hold on a second… Goliath? That’s the name Ryder called Trey yesterday! So that's how he knows Trey. But since Trey called Ryder "Python"... does that mean Ryder is an underground fighter, too?! Questions pile up faster than I can sort through them. But right beneath the shock, confusion twists itself in my gut. Why is Trey appearing at an underground fight tonight... when I still haven’t heard a single word from him?

"We have a few things to discuss." Rylan's demeanour is completely different around his Guards, I decided. He's all the more Alpha, as he sets his shoulders back, walking with sharp hair that makes me a little nervous, and I'm not the one he's dealing with. I would have to be a Guard standing in that line right now. "It seems as though one of you are working with the Alpha of Vengeance. Alpha Kaden."

They rode solo. All four of them; Ryder, Lyra, Iris and Xanth, having left a few of their soldiers in Rocheveron and a number sent back to Astaroth to get more troops. Ryder had the intent of keeping Rocheveron under the control of his army until he had the time to deal with them on his own and he intended on dealing with them. All throughout the ride, he could not take his mind off the things that had happened and he rode steadily beside Lyra, constantly keeping his eyes on her.

Drake said, looking at Ryder. “Me and who else?” Ryder asked with a sigh. “You, Carrillo, Sanchez and Kenner.” Drake told him. Ryder thought for a moment. “I remember them from Alpha Academy. We were the four in our class. Me in the number one spot, Sanchez in second, Carrillo in third and Kenner in fourth.” Ryder informed them. “So, I guess that makes sense that the four of us would be considered.” “Question?” Caleb asked. Ryder motioned for his brother to continue. “what?”