Forgiven: Ryder and Sawyer 3 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 9) Read Free Page A

sweet sentiment, but anger still boiled to the surface. “You’re the reason he was shot!”
    Trista flew up from her seat, and got right in my face. “Cruz did this to himself. He’s the one fucking around with Las Almas. Playing both sides. Doing God knows what for them.”
    I swallowed the biting response, and didn’t say anything, because I knew she was right. My little brother was in far too deep, and neither me, nor Ryder, were able to pull him out. I was angry, and I was taking it out on the wrong person. Trista didn’t need to be here, but she was, and I was being a total bitch to her.
    “Sorry,” I mumbled, but my apology fell on deaf ears.
    Trista narrowed her eyes. “One of these days, you’ll stop blaming the club for all your fucking problems, and realize that all we’ve ever done is try to help you and your family. You’re just too fucking stubborn or stupid to realize it.”
    I snorted at her words, so sick of the club, and everything it stood for. “Maybe we don’t want your help.”
    “You are stupid,” she exclaimed. “Fine. I’ll call the club off watch, but if anything fucking happens, it’s all on you.”
    “What else is new?” I spat. “You’ve been blaming shit on me since I came back. You still think I’m the rat?”
    She rolled her eyes. “The rat’s taken care of, but that doesn’t mean I trust you, because I don’t.”
    A laugh rumbled up my throat, and the look on Trista’s face only darkened. After everything that had happened, we were still at each other’s throats. It was ridiculous and sad. The memory of our friendship that was once so strong was fading farther and farther away. There was no hope for us, and as the realization settled in, the laughing stopped.
    “Will we ever be friends again?” I asked.
    The slightest flicker of sorrow flashed in her dark eyes, but she blinked it away, turning them back to stone. Her lip curled as she stepped back toward me. “No.”
    I tried not to let the disappointment show, and stood tall as she walked toward the door.
    She rested her hand on the doorframe and stopped. “And do me a favor. Stay the fuck away from my cousin. He deserves better than some lying slut.”

FOUR
    RYDER
     
    I sat on the couch in the back room of Raven’s Nest, finally feeling pretty fucking good. The fifth of Jack I had just downed was finally working its magic and making me numb. One of the groupies, CeCe, I think, was using my neck as a lollipop while her hand stroked my cock.
    The vision of Cruz’s blood dripping down my fingers finally started to clear. My eyes slipped shut, and I leaned my head back, trying to forget the past couple of days. The door slammed open, but I didn’t bother to see who it was. They’d get the hint and leave the minute they saw what was going on in here.
    “Oh, my God. Sorry to interrupt.” Sawyer’s voice was like a shot of adrenaline. My eyes popped open just as she backed toward the door.
    Her blonde hair was a disheveled mess, probably from running her fingers through it. There were faint black lines streaking her cheeks, and her eyes were bloodshot and swollen. The desire to make her feel even more pain overtook me.
    I stood up, my cock sticking straight out of my jeans. I grabbed CeCe, and held her back against my chest. I stared at Sawyer with all the hatred I felt toward her, oozing out of my pores. Even with my cock pressed against CeCe’s ass, Sawyer didn’t break our intense gaze. I smirked. “If I’m lucky, she’ll keep it.”
    “You son of a bitch.” Sawyer picked up the bottle of Jack, and threw it against the wall above my head. I bent down, and covered myself with my hands. Glass and liquid rained down on us.
    The bar slut let out a blood-curdling scream. “You crazy bitch.”
    “Oh, shut up, you whore, and get the fuck out.”
    She puffed her chest out, like that would deter Sawyer. “We’re busy.”
    Sawyer squared hers shoulders, and stepped up to CeCe. “Does it look like I