was
sporting, and the fact he was pale and sweaty as fuck.
Tricks straightened from the counter he was leaning on
and cocked his head to the side. “You telling me I don’t need
to concern myself with her?” Tricks started laughing. “Moe, get your ass
in here. You gotta see the balls on this fucker.”
Although Tricks was still laughing there was this off
look he was sporting. Moe, the big-ass bodyguard that probably weighed a good
three-hundred pounds, had a belly on him that stuck out a foot, was bald and
wore shades all the time, staggered in. Moe might be strong because of his
size, but he was slow, and had no training aside from knocking people on their
asses. Ryker was dangerous, violent, and could kill a man without blinking. And
here he was, about to go head-to-head with a crazy ass motherfucker that had a
look in his eyes that screamed torture, rape, and degradation for Fiona.
All this because of this curvy little brunette with
the soulful and frightened grey eyes that looked at him like she wanted to run
in the other direction, yet also fall into his arms.
“ Go to the backroom.” Ryker spoke to Fiona and saw Tricks grin. He was
definitely off the hinge today. Whatever he’d smoked, snorted, or shot up, was
fucking with his head, and someone was going to get hurt right now. Although
Ryker knew this was a long time in coming. He might work for Tricks, but the
guy challenged Ryker, and if he was being truthful he wasn’t all about the
orders Tricks gave him. Ryker was in charge. He held death and life in his
hands, and this wasted out junkie himself was going to get a lesson in respect
if he tried to fuck with Fiona.
Fiona went to move out from behind him, but Tricks tsked , stopping
her. Ryker held his arm out, pulled her close to his body once more, and braced
himself for whatever was about to happen.
“ You think I trust you anymore, Ryker?” Tricks said and moved a step
forward. Moe stayed back, but he kept his gaze on them. Ryker didn’t move, but
watched Tricks and his psychotic ass as he looked around the kitchen, this evil
grin on his face.
“ Since you’ve been on my payroll I’ve had people watching you work,
making sure you complete what I tell you.” He chuckled. “But don’t take it
personally. I have everyone on my payroll being watched. What can I say?” He
shrugged. “I’m a little paranoid.” Tricks started chuckling even louder this
time. “I can’t have loose ends, but you’ve always come out on top, Ryker.”
Tricks moved closer and stopped right at the edge of the counter, just a few
feet from them. Ryker had a gun tucked in his waistband at the small of his
back and a gun tucked in the sock at his ankle.
Ryker didn’t move.
“ But then I thought you might be the one person that was different from
all the other wannabe pricks that come through my doors wanting a job.” Tricks tsked again and
glanced at Fiona. “And then there is this little gash that somehow makes the
hardened killer that I admire on a very depraved level switch on me. You took
her even though she saw too much.”
“ I wouldn’t say anything,” Fiona said from behind him, and Ryker
tightened his hold on her, urging her to shut the fuck up.
“ Darling, it doesn’t matter what you say to me,
how much you beg, or the fact you’re a hot little piece of cunt that I’ll have
fun fucking. You just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and
the end result will have to be your life in my hands.” Tricks shrugged and ran
his fingers over the counter.
Ryker already knew that he had often been trailed off
and on since he started working for Tricks, but was still amazed at the
quickness of Tricks’s arrival. Besides, he needed a
distraction from this asshole thinking about hurting Fiona, because Ryker
needed to get her to a safe room, take out Moe, and finish Tricks if it came
down to it.
“ You know I have tails on you, but it wasn’t that hard to make sure you
finished the
sporting, and the fact he was pale and sweaty as fuck.
Tricks straightened from the counter he was leaning on
and cocked his head to the side. “You telling me I don’t need
to concern myself with her?” Tricks started laughing. “Moe, get your ass
in here. You gotta see the balls on this fucker.”
Although Tricks was still laughing there was this off
look he was sporting. Moe, the big-ass bodyguard that probably weighed a good
three-hundred pounds, had a belly on him that stuck out a foot, was bald and
wore shades all the time, staggered in. Moe might be strong because of his
size, but he was slow, and had no training aside from knocking people on their
asses. Ryker was dangerous, violent, and could kill a man without blinking. And
here he was, about to go head-to-head with a crazy ass motherfucker that had a
look in his eyes that screamed torture, rape, and degradation for Fiona.
All this because of this curvy little brunette with
the soulful and frightened grey eyes that looked at him like she wanted to run
in the other direction, yet also fall into his arms.
“ Go to the backroom.” Ryker spoke to Fiona and saw Tricks grin. He was
definitely off the hinge today. Whatever he’d smoked, snorted, or shot up, was
fucking with his head, and someone was going to get hurt right now. Although
Ryker knew this was a long time in coming. He might work for Tricks, but the
guy challenged Ryker, and if he was being truthful he wasn’t all about the
orders Tricks gave him. Ryker was in charge. He held death and life in his
hands, and this wasted out junkie himself was going to get a lesson in respect
if he tried to fuck with Fiona.
Fiona went to move out from behind him, but Tricks tsked , stopping
her. Ryker held his arm out, pulled her close to his body once more, and braced
himself for whatever was about to happen.
“ You think I trust you anymore, Ryker?” Tricks said and moved a step
forward. Moe stayed back, but he kept his gaze on them. Ryker didn’t move, but
watched Tricks and his psychotic ass as he looked around the kitchen, this evil
grin on his face.
“ Since you’ve been on my payroll I’ve had people watching you work,
making sure you complete what I tell you.” He chuckled. “But don’t take it
personally. I have everyone on my payroll being watched. What can I say?” He
shrugged. “I’m a little paranoid.” Tricks started chuckling even louder this
time. “I can’t have loose ends, but you’ve always come out on top, Ryker.”
Tricks moved closer and stopped right at the edge of the counter, just a few
feet from them. Ryker had a gun tucked in his waistband at the small of his
back and a gun tucked in the sock at his ankle.
Ryker didn’t move.
“ But then I thought you might be the one person that was different from
all the other wannabe pricks that come through my doors wanting a job.” Tricks tsked again and
glanced at Fiona. “And then there is this little gash that somehow makes the
hardened killer that I admire on a very depraved level switch on me. You took
her even though she saw too much.”
“ I wouldn’t say anything,” Fiona said from behind him, and Ryker
tightened his hold on her, urging her to shut the fuck up.
“ Darling, it doesn’t matter what you say to me,
how much you beg, or the fact you’re a hot little piece of cunt that I’ll have
fun fucking. You just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and
the end result will have to be your life in my hands.” Tricks shrugged and ran
his fingers over the counter.
Ryker already knew that he had often been trailed off
and on since he started working for Tricks, but was still amazed at the
quickness of Tricks’s arrival. Besides, he needed a
distraction from this asshole thinking about hurting Fiona, because Ryker
needed to get her to a safe room, take out Moe, and finish Tricks if it came
down to it.
“ You know I have tails on you, but it wasn’t that hard to make sure you
finished the
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