Page 14 of Demon Rider

“I know it is right now, but I will explain it all soon but know that he can’t hurt you or anyone anymore.”

“Well, of fucking course he can’t he fell into the fiery pits of hell, thanks to you and your buddies.” I snap.

“Brothers.” He corrects.

“Oh, fucking sorry. Brothers,” I mimic, rolling my eyes.

I half expect him to bark at me, but instead he lets out a low chuckle, the kind that vibrates in his chest.

“I’ll let that one slide, babe,” he says, and the word babe lands heavier than it should. “But you do not disrespect me or the club. Got me? While you’re here, you watch your mouth around patched members.”

My spine straightens. I sit back, chin lifting, meeting his stare head-on. He studies me like he’s trying to read every thought I haven’t said out loud.

His gaze drags over my face, slow, lingering. Not in a creepy way, just assessing me after his little command. He knows that I owe him my life, and fuck, I know it too, but I will not be walked over.

Then he smirks, barely there, but enough to heat my cheeks.

“There she is,” he murmurs. “Glad to see you’re still willing to bite.”

I glare harder, refusing to let him see the way my pulse jumps, and my pussy flutter at the way he is looking at me. This is not me, I have never been that girl who lets a man scramble my brain and make my insides go all mushy.

But somehow this guy, can do it with a simple look.

He leans back in his chair, spreading his legs a little wider, relaxed in that infuriating MC way. “Just don’t aim the teeth at me unless you mean it.”

My breath catches — because that was flirting. Real flirting, right? I arch a brow at him, still holding in my quivering girly mess, so he doesn’t see everything he is doing to me.

Men flirt with me, yes, but none look like Tyson. None want more than a quick fuck in the store room, but Tyson seems to give off a vibe that says he wants to have me and keep me.

I am not sure what to do with that yet.

And he knows it.

His eyes flick to my mouth, then back up. “Now… you gonna keep snapping at me, or you gonna talk about what you are feeling.”

I nod, keeping my eyes on him.

“Right. Good. I know that it must have been scary as fuck, what the cunt did to you, but you are safe and he will never hurt you again, as I said. I will need to clear some things with Pres before I tell you more about me and the club. but,” He leans forward, elbows on the table. “We can get to know each other and I will help you in any way that I can, Kristina.” My name on his lips sounds like a promise, making me shiver.

“I don’t know where to go from here. I can’t tell the police.” he shakes his head. “So what, I just move on, forget that hellish few days did not happen. Fuck, I need to call my parents and work.”

“I thought you were in foster care.”

“I was but they were more parents to me, then my blood parents.”

“Okay, we can get you a phone so you can call them.” He informs me.

“I want my phone.” I say stubbornly. “And my clothes. I am grateful for you and Mina but I want my clothes.”

His says nothing just looks at me for a short time before he nods, pushing to his feet coming around to table to my side.

“Okay, let me speak with Pres. Then you sleep, and then we will go to your place, but I am warning you, baby.” he leans in, his large hand on the table. “You will be coming back here with me.”

Swallowing, I sit up straight and look him dead in the eyes.

“And if I chose not to?” his lips curl up in that sexy way.

“Then I drag you back kicking and screaming, baby. You are mine.” his lips press to the side of my head before he walks out leaving me stunned.