Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Ryder
T he bass pulsed through my body and the lights flashed across the dance floor as the hot piece of ass in front of me pressed her back against my chest, grinding against my groin to the beat. “Swing” by Savage and Joel Fletcher thumped through Wet Dreams as we danced, my fingers flexing on the woman's waist as she rolled her body.
I was way too drunk, the room spinning around me and making me sway.
I leaned down to nip her neck, chuckling as she moaned. “You want to take this out back?”
I knew that it was technically only available for clients of the whorehouse and not for social humping, but Lexi usually just rolled her eyes at me without sending me packing.
“Ry, we need to go,” Jett called over the music, but I ignored him, holding the woman closer to slide my hand down her front and dipping my fingers under her dress. She parted her legs more, one of her hands sliding behind my neck as she leaned back further.
“Fuck me here,” she whined, not giving a fuck that she was literally flashing her pussy to the room. It was dark, but the strobe lights were bright, meaning people definitely saw what we were doing.
“You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” I answered, sliding my fingers into her panties, but I paused as I noticed Lexi standing directly in front of us with her arms crossed. “Hey, Lex.”
“I think you should head home, Ry. Just because we sell sex here doesn’t mean we want to see it on the dance floor,” she warned, her eyes flicking beside me as Jett joined us.
“Sorry, Lex. I’m trying to get his ass home,” Jett apologized, and I let out a snort.
“I’m not ready to leave, I’m busy.”
“Bring her with us if you want, but we need to go,” Jett said firmly, and the woman pulled away from us with uncertainty in her gaze.
“I might just go.”
I was so sick of people ruining my fun. I wasn’t high, so I didn’t understand the problem.
“Don’t worry about them, babe. They’re just being a stick in the mud,” I said as I reached for her, but she shook her head and took another step back.
“I need to go. Thanks for the dance.” She walked off to join her friends and I glared at Jett.
“What the fuck, dude? Just because you’re happy fucking the same pussy for the rest of your life doesn’t mean I have to settle down too,” I snapped, his calm eyes holding mine.
“You’re bothering Lexi’s business,” he explained, and I stumbled as I pulled my keys from my pocket. He snatched them before I could process what he was doing, jabbing a finger against my chest. “You’re not driving. I’ll take you home.”
“Give me those!”
“You’re drunk. You’re barely standing, let alone able to drive,” he scolded, dodging me as I took a swing at him. I managed to get one hit to connect, but I was way too drunk to get anymore in.
He tried to pin my arms by my sides but I thrashed and kicked at him, cursing loudly.
I vaguely noticed I managed to elbow him in the face as he let go, and Lexi held a hand out to Jett as he went to try and grab me again. “Leave him. I don’t need you two coming to blows.”
“Fuck you, Emerson. Run along home, I know that’s where you’d prefer to be,” I sneered as he pulled his phone from his pocket. “Yeah, better call Beckett to let her know I hurt your feelings. I’m leaving. Keep the car.”
I stormed off, flipping Milky off as he started walking towards me. He didn’t speak, but he did follow me outside to make sure I left, telling security not to let me back in.
I stumbled along the road and squinted against the sun, walking for a good fifteen minutes before a car pulled up beside me.
“Yo, Donovan! You need a ride?” I stopped walking and glanced beside me to find Channing Blackwater grinning from the driver’s seat of his beat up bucket of shit. His family were the founders of Blackwater and he ran that town alongside his friends. Mostly selling drugs and throwing the best parties I’d ever been to. “Want to come back to mine for a few drinks? We’re throwing a party.”
“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” I teased, but I made my way to the passenger side and climbed in.
“Fuck you. I’m nineteen, not three. It’s still daylight,” he scoffed, gunning the engine and sending me back in my seat with the force. “Besides, you’re the one who can’t hold your beer. You’re three sheets to the wind and it’s not even five yet.”
“I’ve been at Wet Dreams all damn day. Give me a break.” I lit a cigarette, putting the window down and relaxing. Blackwater parties were the best, but it was also where I’d spent a lot of my time getting high.
Channing and his buddies had managed to stay out of Mom’s way since Blackwater wasn’t crew territory, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t go after them to protect me from myself.
Not many people would sell to me because of who my family was, but Channing and his boys didn’t give a shit.
“Temp said you’re still clean.” Channing eyed me in disbelief, my chest aching at the mention of her. I felt like a dick for cutting her off, but I had to. It was the only way to better myself. “You look pretty fucked up to me.”
“I’m clean from the drugs, but I’m working on the drinking still. You seen her much?” I asked, acting casual. I had no idea if Tempest had been talking shit about me to the guys since I’d shut her out, and I didn’t want to seem desperate to talk about her.
“I was with her a few hours ago. Mase brought her over to hang out for a while. They’re partying already,” he replied, and I bit back a groan. I didn’t want to see her.
I struggled to avoid her since she’d technically done nothing wrong.
If she was with Mason, then it was only to score drugs and cock. The two usually went hand-in-hand with Tempest since she usually paid for her high with pussy.
Channing filled me in on the usual street gossip for the rest of the drive to the party, and by the time we arrived, it was booming. Girls screamed as guys threw them in the pool, Channing’s friend, Wolfe, was already nailing some chick against the side of the pool house, and Tempest was definitely naked in the pool as she laughed at something Mason said.
Channing patted my shoulder and told me to have fun before he wandered off in the direction of Wolfe, probably intending on joining in with him and his lady friend.
People welcomed me with hand shakes and pats on the shoulder as I made my way through the crowd, and I deliberately walked right past the pool without stopping to talk to Mason. I didn’t want to deal with Tempest, and being a dick to her to keep her at arm’s length was draining.
“Hey, Ry,” Melody smiled coyly as she appeared beside me, her fingers wrapping around my bicep as she shuffled closer. “I’ve missed you. Where have you been?”
She drove me insane.
We’d fucked once, and she refused to leave me alone when she ran into me. My night was ruined just because she was here.
I should’ve just gone fucking home.
“Been busy.” I tried to shake her off but she clung tighter.
“Come sit with us! We’re playing truth or dare!” she grinned, her face falling when I scowled and forcibly yanked my arm back.
“I’m not fucking interested. We fucked once and that was it,” I bit out, not giving a shit if I was embarrassing her in front of people. “Stop following me around, Melody.”
“Fuck you,” she huffed before turning and storming off, making me roll my eyes.
I was sobering up so I grabbed a cup and poured a beer from the keg, downing the disgusting warm liquid.
The guys’ house was nice, but that was because they were cheap with everything else.
From what I’d heard, Channing didn’t have much to do with his family. Having freedom had meant more to him than the money, so he’d either walked away from it himself, or been cut off financially.
Everything he had, he’d earned himself.
“There you are,” Mason said as he sidled up to me. “Come join us in the pool.”
“Didn’t Tempest tell you that me and her aren’t exactly friends right now?” I asked, pouring another drink. “If I knew she was going to be here I wouldn’t have bothered coming.”
He frowned, tilting his head. “She mentioned not seeing you much lately but she didn’t say you two were fighting. What happened?”
“Nothing fucking happened. I got out of rehab and know how toxic she is. For my own sake, I can’t deal with her. It’s not like we were even friends to begin with. We just got high and fucked a few times.”
That was bullshit, but making myself believe that made things a lot easier for me.
“We all know you don’t stick your dick in the same pussy twice, so she was more than a lay,” Mason chuckled. “Can’t even sway you into the pool with a threeway?”
“Sure. Pick any other pussy besides Tempest.” I rolled my eyes when he huffed, crossing my arms as he assessed me. “What? I don’t want to fuck her, dude.”
I heard Tempest’s snort of disgust before she moved out from behind Mason, her lip curled in a sneer. I wanted to fuck it right off her damn face. She was such a brat.
“Good because I don’t want your dick anywhere near me.”
“Good to see you too, Temp,” I said with a scoff, her eyebrow arching.
“Is it? Might want to try and convince me a little harder so maybe I’ll believe you.” She turned to Mason and started flirting, giving me a moment to run my gaze over her. Despite her scarred thighs, she only wore a bra and panties, not caring about people seeing them.
At least she’d covered up a little since climbing out of the pool.
She used to hide her self-harm, but she didn’t seem to give a shit now. Unless she was around her parents, she hid it pretty well around them.
I had no idea how they hadn’t found out with the number of sex tapes that had gotten out. Surely, someone who knew them would’ve noticed and told them by now.
My eyes caught on fresh cuts on her inner arms, and I had to stop myself from grabbing them to get a better look. They were definitely getting deeper.
“Ry?” I lifted my gaze to Mason’s, the smirk on his face telling me he thought he’d caught me perving on her. Tempest’s emotionless eyes watched me, knowing exactly what I was looking at. She was daring me to say something, but I wasn’t going to embarrass her like that.
I had to stop caring so much because if I didn’t keep my distance?We’d be on a one-way trip to an early grave together.
“What?” I replied, sliding my eyes back to Mason. “Can’t you fuck girls on your own?”
“You’re a dick. I asked if you wanted some powder? Channing got a wicked batch,” Mason grinned, sliding his arm around Tempest’s waist. “Temp said you love the stuff.”
“I’m clean.” Why did no one understand that? “And Tempest fucking knows it. I’m not interested.”
“You’re a buzzkill. Go sit in the old people corner and drink your beer then,” Mason said with a huff, leading Tempest towards the pool house without a backwards glance.
I watched them go, clenching and unclenching my fists to remind myself that I was in control. The thought of an easy high always tempted me, it was literally right there in that pool house, but I hated who I became when I was high.
I needed to find some pussy to distract me.
I looked around, my eyes landing on a group of girls. One was definitely jailbait but the others looked older.
I walked towards them while forcing myself not to stumble like an idiot, giving them my panty-dropping smile.
“Which one of you is legal?” One faked a gag, but the younger one ran her eyes over me with interest. “Not you, jailbait. I want ID from you if you think you’re getting anywhere near my dick.”
I wasn’t risking being put on the sex offenders list.
“I’m not a kid, I’m sixteen!” she snapped, a bark of laughter leaving me.
“Five or sixteen, doesn’t matter how different you think that is. It’s the same thing to me. Sorry, kid. Come back in a year, preferably two.”
“You’re disgusting,” one of her friends said, but I shrugged.
“I want to get laid, not find a wife. No point making it out to be romantic.” I ran my eyes over the other girl though, noticing her lips tugging into a smile. She was trying so hard to hide it so I knew she liked my honesty. “How about you? I think you’d look pretty good under me.”
“I don’t leave parties with strangers,” she said seriously, but her mind was working overtime, trying to figure out if I was worth the risk.
“We don’t have to leave. I’ll kick Mason out of the pool house.” I winked at her friends, the grumpy one eyeing my evening plan with disbelief.
“Are you seriously falling for this shit?”
“What? He’s offering hot sex. I like orgasms, sue me.” I loved a woman who knew what she wanted. Shy girls were getting old, I wanted them wild and demanding. It kept things interesting.
I reached out to take her hand, tugging her against me. She put her palm on my chest as if to push back, but she bunched my shirt in her fist after a second, her mind made up. “Lead the way then.”
I saluted her friends, taking her hand and pulling her towards the pool house, swinging the door open and pointing at Mason. “Out.”
He had powder on his nose, and Tempest’s chest was covered in it. Her bra was on the floor, telling me I’d interrupted their fun.
“Are you serious?” Tempest demanded with outrage, and Mason waved a hand towards the couch in the back corner.
“Just fuck her over there.”
“Not all girls are like Tempest. They don’t love an audience,” I deadpanned, glancing at the girl I’d dragged in here. “Right? You don’t want this creep to see your tits and pussy.”
“I don’t mind. It’s nothing Mase hasn’t seen before anyway,” she answered lightly, walking her fingers up my chest. “Are we fucking or not?”
Mason gave me a shrug, not surprised that she didn’t care, so I chuckled and tugged her across the room. “Fine. Bend over the couch.” I should’ve gone down on her first, but I just needed a release. “This won’t be gentle.”
“I hope not,” she purred, dropping over the side of the couch so that her ass was in the air.
I grabbed the back of her pants, trying not to think about Tempest’s eyes on me. She watched my every move as I yanked the girl's pants down to her knees and leaned over her, slipping my fingers between her legs to stroke up and down her pussy.
I fought myself to not slam inside her with my dick like an asshole, teasing her and warming her up first, but this was going to be hard and fast once I was inside her.
I pulled my dick from my pants, pushing the head against her entrance, and I let out a sigh of irritation when Mason interrupted me. “Wrap it up, dude. You don’t know what you’ll catch from that one.”
A condom hit the back of my head, and I flipped him off.
“Mind your own business, asshole. It’s not like you follow that advice yourself.”
“You’re going to catch herpes.”
“You’re going to catch these hands in a minute,” I growled, threading my fingers through the girl's hair to tug her head back awkwardly. “You don’t have herpes, right?”
“No. If I did, I probably got it from you guys anyway. You promised me an orgasm, so can we get to that part?” she grumbled, a low chuckle leaving me as I pushed inside her without warning, making her gasp.
“I never promised you shit, but since you asked so nicely.” I kept a firm grip on her hair as I fucked her hard, making her groan. Her pussy felt good, but it wasn't enough.
I went harder, reaching around to toy with her clit, getting her orgasm out of the damn way. She clenched around me as she cursed, but I didn’t get the satisfaction I was chasing.
I wrapped a hand around her throat, putting a foot up on the couch to fuck her deeper, only letting go of her throat at the last minute before she could panic too much. I loved causing that fear below the surface, wondering if I’d let them pass out or not.
Was it sick? Definitely.
I wanted to make her blackout, feeling her body go limp as I kept slamming into her. The thought disgusted me, and after a few minutes of getting frustrated with myself, I faked that I’d finished. My skin burned for my release, but it wasn’t going to happen with her. I needed something she couldn’t give me.
I wanted to hurt her, dominate her until she was crying for me to stop.
Those voices in my head were getting darker and harder to ignore.
Why couldn’t I get off without hurting someone?
The girl seemed to understand our arrangement, fixing her pants and patting my chest on her way past. “Thanks for the ride. Find me later if you want more.”
I didn’t reply, letting her leave, and Tempest shook her head with amusement.
“Can’t even finish now? Rehab fucked your dick up?”
“What are you talking about?” I grunted, hating that she knew me so well.
“You don’t think I know how you look and sound when you come? Did your dick die?”
“Fuck off, Tempest. Worry about your own pussy.”
“You need a real woman. Someone who knows how you like it and doesn’t have limits.” I turned to her, noticing that her tits were still out and Mason was looking bored while scrolling on his phone.
“A real woman? You mean someone like you? Newsflash, Temp. Having zero boundaries doesn’t make you a prize in bed, it makes you a whore with no self-respect. Do you enjoy being used?” It was mean, but she shrugged, brushing my words off like they meant nothing.
“Yes. I get a kick out of it. That’s kind of my thing.”
“You’re better than that,” I muttered under my breath, but she chuckled.
“Everyone thinks I let people use me as a cum bucket because I’m desperate, but I do it because I fucking like it. I like being pushed past my limits, being degraded and fucked within an inch of my life. How’s that any different to your need to hurt the people you fuck?”
“I don’t fucking hurt girls,” I spat, guilt burning inside of me at the lie. “When did I ever hurt you? You don’t know shit.”
I’d tried hard to suppress the monster inside of me, not wanting to let it out. My parents had done enough to keep my name away from the tabloids and my ass out of prison. The last thing I needed was for them to be forced to deal with abuse charges from angry women who’d turned our bedroom activities into rape charges.
Tempest didn’t answer for a moment, her sad eyes on mine. She started towards me, stopping inches away.
“It’s okay to like to inflict pain, Ry. We all have our demons clawing at us, and sometimes you need to let them out to silence them for a while. If you don’t let yours out to play, they’ll tear you apart. Some girls like the fear mixed with pain, you just have to find them. Pain soothes their demons in the same way inflicting it soothes yours.”
“How do you know that?” I didn’t mean to sound relieved, but I couldn’t help it.
Would someone be able to handle that side of me? Would they like me despite that?
“Because pain is the only thing that keeps me alive,” she said softly, my eyes dropping to the marks on her arms and thighs. “Without pain, what else do I have?”
I hated it when she got like this because I couldn’t fix it, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to.
Whenever she’d gotten like this before, we just got high and fucked all night to forget our problems, but that wasn’t an option anymore.
“You don’t see how good you have it because your mind’s never clear,” I said gently, but Mason wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her back from me, ending our conversation.
“This is a party, stop moping and let’s fuck while I’m still buzzed. You sure you don’t want to join us, Donovan?”
I hated how Tempest looked at me with pleading eyes. I refused to be her security blanket, not when it meant falling back into drugs.
“I’m sure. You two have fun.”
I left before Tempest could convince me to stay like I knew she would, finding more beer and spending a few hours dancing with some of the girls before deciding I wanted to go home. Not having my car meant I had to call my parents, and it was almost two in the morning.
I checked the tracking app to see if anyone was still out and luckily Hunter appeared to just be leaving Devil’s Dungeon.
Having so many parents came in handy sometimes.
Hunter and Marco were usually running the Devil’s nightclub, Devil’s Dungeon, or they were out on Devil’s business. Slash, Skeeter, Caden, Tyler, and Diesel were always out late at the Psychos’ shed hosting numerous cage fights or handling other crew business. Jensen and Lukas were either at home looking after foster kids, or bartending for the Psychos or Devils.
My family had a lot of illegal business tied in with the crews, but they also owned a lot of legal establishments and real estate.
I quickly called Hunter, his voice tired as he answered. “Hey, Ry. What’s up?”
“Can you pick me up on your way home? I don’t have my car.” I thought I sounded sober, but apparently not.
“Good, because if you’d driven home drunk, I’d have crushed your fucking Hellcat. Where are you?”
“Blackwater.”
“The hell are you doing there?” he demanded, making me frown.
“I was at a party, why?”
“Doing what?”
“Drinking and fucking. What’s with the questions? Can you pick me up or not?” I bit out. “I’m not fucking high if that’s your concern.”
“I worry about you, sue me. I know how hard it can be to stay clean when you’re around that stuff. Marco still struggles with it, and it’s been a long fucking time since he was hooked. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Send me the address since you keep turning your location off. I love you, you little shit.”
“Love you too,” I grunted before hanging up and texting him the address then stumbling out front to wait.
I had messages from Beckett and Maddox, both of them threatening me for giving Jett a black eye. My mind was foggy, but I remembered us arguing at Wet Dreams.
I didn’t remember hitting him though.
I had a cigarette and checked my social media accounts until Hunter arrived, his critical eyes on me as I climbed into the Lamborghini and fumbled with the seat belt. I closed my eyes once he started driving, but his voice made me look at him in the dark.
“You know you can talk to us, right? About anything? We try to give you space, but it’s hard to watch you drown yourself while hoping you get out the other side.”
“I’m fine. Sometimes I struggle with the drugs, but I just leave parties when that happens.”
“I don’t just mean about the drugs, Ry. Drugs became a way for you to cope, so we want to make sure you’re coping. Whether it’s girls, family, or something else, we’re always here for you to vent to. Turn to us when you need a crutch, not the drugs. You might be doing an awesome job at keeping clean, and we’re really proud of you for it, but you’re still drunk most days.”
“I like to party.”
“We’re terrified of losing you. We already lost one son, and we’ll never move on from the pain that caused, but to lose you too? We couldn’t prevent Lloyd’s death, but we can prevent yours. Talk to us.”
My chest ached as he glanced at me, the moonlight hitting his eyes and showing me just how worried he was. I didn’t want them stressing about me, but I wasn’t going to kill myself or anything.
“I honestly just like getting drunk and having fun. I’m not trying to end up dead.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” He reached over and patted my knee. “No matter what you need, you have us.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
He wouldn’t understand my need to hurt people, so I dropped the conversation and put the radio on, looking forward to getting into bed.