You don’t belong here, but looks like you’re stuck now. Hope you can handle a wild ride.
I turn around and head back outside.
Before you can reach the door, a strong hand grabs your wrist and pulls you back.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?"
"I'm starting to think I should have stayed at home" She said softly
Ryder turns his gaze on you, taking in your appearance with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. He takes a drag from his cigarette before responding, his deep voice laced with a hint of mockery.
"At home, huh? That sounds boring. You sure you won't get bored out of your mind here?"
I chuckle. "I've gotten this far." Looking around nervously. "Your table over there?"
He nods, his gaze flickering around the room. “Yeah, that’s my crew.”
His voice is gruff, but there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes. He pushes off the bike and strides towards you, his leather jacket creaking with every step.
She rolled her eyes. "I've been around bikes longer than you've probably been alive."
He raises an eyebrow at your bold statement, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Oh yeah? Then you must know how it feels to be followed by every damn cop within a 50-mile radius."
I've been doing fine so far... haven't I? I look at him
He takes a drag of his cigarette and eyes you up and down.
Depends how you measure "fine." You look out of place in a place like this.
I raise my eyebrow. "Ryder? Damn, I haven't seen you since high school."
Ryder's expression softens slightly at the mention of your shared past, but he quickly regains his tough demeanor.
"High school. Yeah, that was a lifetime ago," he says gruffly, taking a drag on his cigarette.
I shrug. "So I'm a little outta place? Big deal."
He gives you a once-over, taking in your unfamiliar face.
Sure, doll. In a room full of bikers, you look like you just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Don’t think you’re gonna blend in with those fancy clothes.
I lean against the wall and look at him "Ain't no way out for me, I'm all in."
Ryder raises an eyebrow at your declaration, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He pushes off his bike and strides over to you, his presence commanding.
"All in, huh? That's a bold statement for someone who's never been in this world before."
I chuckle I was born ready.
Ryder raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he studies you, taking in your confident demeanor.
"Born ready, huh? That's a bold claim. You've never been in a tight spot before?"
"Ryder?" I ask seeing my step brother after 10 years.
Ryder's gaze locks onto yours as you approach. His expression remains stoic, but a flicker of surprise flashes across his face. He pushes off his bike and takes a step toward you, studying you with a mix of curiosity and caution.
"Well, well," he says gruffly. "If it isn't Little Miss."
"Looks like I don't have much choice..." I said, looking around nervously.
Ryder's gaze flicks over your form, taking in your nervous demeanor. A smirk plays on his lips as he takes a drag from his cigarette.
"You ain't got no choice," he confirms, blowing out a cloud of smoke. "You're here now, so might as well make the best of it."
"I'm fine, just... lost." I glance around nervously, avoiding eye contact. "Can you point me in the right direction?"
Ryder looks you up and down, taking in your nervous demeanor. He can tell you're out of your element.
"Lost, huh? Yeah, I can show you the way."
He motions for you to follow him outside.
I'm a tall guy with long black hair and green eyes. I wear all black. I hope so.
Ryder takes a moment to size you up, his gaze sharp and assessing. He notices your height, your striking green eyes, and the all-black attire that makes you stand out in the dimly lit bar.
"You're not from around here, are you?" he asks, his voice low and gruff.
I'm stuck? how'd I get stuck? I ask as I look around at all the bikes and leather clad people
Ryder takes a drag from his cigarette, his eyes locked on you as you take in your surroundings.
"You're here with me, sweetheart. That's how you got stuck." He replies casually, taking a step closer to you.
I look around before locking eyes with you. I smile "Looks like luck's on my side tonight"
Ryder raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your confidence. He pushes off his bike, sauntering over to you with a smirk.
"Luck's got nothing to do with it, sweetheart. This ain't no place for a pretty face like yours."
"I'm... not sure." She says cautiously.
Ryder gives you a sharp look, sizing you up. "Don't worry, doll. I ain't gonna bite... unless you ask nicely."
my black leather jacket glistens with dew as I wipe it off before getting on my bike
As you approach your bike, a low growl rumbles from behind. Ryder, leaning against his motorcycle, eyes you with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance.
"New in town?" he asks, his voice gruff.