Page 32 of Demon Rider

My thoughts drift back to Tyson, who I have not seen since this morning. The brothers say nothing, except club business or an order, so I let it go.

What else is there for me to do?

“Yeah, he came to me right after their fight. Told me he was already tired of being tired to one pussy.” It is whispering low, like they are making sure that no one else heard them.

Tiling my head, my gaze locks on the small open window that is in the lady’s restroom.

My stomach rolls, because I know that Tyson is the only man in the club attached to ‘one pussy’ as it was said. So, he had a fight with me last night, I refused to give him my body, then he got angrier this morning and decided to go fuck a club girl.

Tears roll down my cheeks, and I feel numb.

Since last night, the tension as pulled between our bond, the anger and anxiety was clear.

Moving to my feet, I walk back inside, and to his room. My stomach is in knots, tears flowing, freely.

Reaching his room, a place I thought we would share together, my emotions bubble up, like lava in an active volcano. Stepping inside his scent hits me first, then the sight of a pillow on the floor where he slept last night.

Anger surges forward.

“Fuck him,” I hiss.

Location my bag, I search for clothes that are suitable for work, and I get dressed. I take the time to curl my hair and do my makeup. Slipping my feet into my boots, I collected from my apartment, I leave the room tucking my phone into my back pocket, my car keys on hand, my purse hooked over my shoulder.

Walking out of his room, I go to the common room and ignore everyone chilling, and drinking.

“Where you going?” Huck calls out.

“Work.” Is all I say, keeping my steps hurried.

“Does Tyson know?”

I shrug. “You’d have to ask him. It seems he has had a busy morning, that does not include me.” I huff, reaching my car.

“You should really talk to you man, before you leave, Kris.” He tries again.

“Why? He didn’t tell me that he was leaving. When you see him, tell him that he can fuck all the way off. I am staying at my place tonight.” I slip into my car and drive off.

Not caring that I left Huck standing there.

I turn up the volume on the radio, with some Halsey playing. She is one empowering woman.

I stop at a red light, looking around, I see a hot couple sitting on a motorcycle. Her arms around his waist, his and on her thigh, he twists a little to kiss her lips.

I sigh, biting my lip to fend off more tears, as Tyson pops into my head.

Why? Why would he hurt me like this? He said that he loved and respected me. He said that he would not make the mistake of fucking up his life again.

Maybe, he sees me as fucking-up his life.

I swipe the tears away, angrily, and drive when the light turns green.

I know he will come for me, and we will fight and say some shit, but at the end of the day I am now bonded with him and his Reaper. My life will be stuck with a man who won’t be faithful to me.

Parking at the back of the bar where I work, I climb out of my car, lock it and head inside.

“Well, well, well, look at what the cat dragged in.” Spencer calls out, making me smile.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I am back now, got a little distracted there for a time, but now I am back.” I swallow around the tightness in my throat at referring Tyson to a distraction.