Ryder: MC Biker Romance (Great Wolves Motorcycle Club Book 8) by Jayne Blue

Daddy. I supposed imagining seeing her was my love sick
bullshit brain making crap up.
    I’d never get laid
again if I didn’t stop thinking about a woman who I hadn’t heard from since
last summer. She’d left this town behind, good for her, but she’d also left me behind,
and I hated her a little for it. Even though it was the right thing. I knew it
was the right thing.
    I was glad
Southwood was going to be a big job. I needed a big job to keep my head from
wandering into Jules territory. I needed things to distract me from thinking
about her skin under my fingers and her soft moans when I was inside her.
    Southwood’s problems
were fine by me. Anything to keep me away from my own.

Chapter Ten
     
     
    Jules
     
    Southwood was my
hometown, my prison, my fate. I didn’t regret running away from my wedding. I
didn’t regret being with Ryder. Even more now. Now that I was committed to
doing what Daddy wanted.
    Six months ago I’d
lied to Ryder. And I’d done it to be sure Daddy never touched him. I did give
up my freedom, but it wasn’t for Daddy it was for Ryder. But he could never
know.
    After Ryder had put
me on the bus, the doors closed on St. Joseph but I kept my eyes on Ryder as
long as I could. And he on me.
    I was headed west.
As far as he was concerned.
    But Daddy had
easily found me. And he’d upped the ante.
    My little bag, the
one I’d been guarding with my life, had a note, a photo, and another remnant of
Ross.
    I’d opened on my
last trip to the Covert Campground showers, and there it was. In a nice little
bundle.
    “Get on the bus.
Get off at the first stop. If you continue to run Violet will start looking a
lot like Ross. And keep your mouth shut about it or it will be worse. Dad.”
    Tears came, and I
blinked them away.
    Shit. He’d been on
my trail the entire time. I’d never lost him or gotten away. He knew about
Violet?
     Ryder had no idea
about the threat. The note. And I wasn’t going to tell him. I was getting on a
bus and living my dreams out West as far as he was concerned. The idea of Ryder
getting killed, his beautiful mother getting hurt, because I ran away, I
couldn’t live with it.
    So at the first
stop of the bus. I got off. And there was Daddy. He’d come to fetch me himself.
The urge to run again was strong.
    But I’d gone and
found people to love. That was a huge mistake. Because it gave Daddy and the Devil’s
Hawks people to hurt on my behalf.
    “Get on. We’ll
talk when we get home.” It was a much different feeling on the back of Daddy’s
bike than Ryder's. I felt my heart grow cold with each revolution of his tires.
    Home. Southwood,
Michigan. I thought I’d gotten away from it. But instead, I’d be living my life
here. It was almost unbearable. Except this time I was a little bolder. If I were
going to play a part in Daddy’s plans, I would bargain. Just a little.
    “David Wexler
won’t have you now,” Daddy spit out the words, “your little stunt embarrassed
the shit out of him,” I smiled. I didn’t mean to, but I did. David was a cocky bastard,
and I didn’t want to be near him.
    “Wipe that smile
off your face.” I swallowed my glee at embarrassing David and got serious.
Daddy was a dangerous man. He’d never hit me, but I didn’t put it past him. The
courage I’d had to run was in sparse supply now that I was back under his thumb
again.
    “You can’t make me
marry someone. It’s medieval, and you already saw I’ll bolt.” I already knew
I’d do what Daddy said, but I was bluffing and posturing. He’d have to give me
a tiny concession.
    “And you already
heard what I’ll do to your little fling and his mother. If I don’t approve it,
you don’t do it.”
    “What do you want
from me?”
    “Since you pissed
off my cop friend I had to adapt. I promised you to his dad.”
    “Judge Wexler? You
have to be fucking kidding. He’s gotta be seventy years old?” And with that,
Daddy slapped me across the mouth.
    It stung, and it
was the