Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter 2 ~ Ryder

Thank f*ck the old man understood business. His beady eyes glistened as he mentally counted the greenbacks on the counter. F*ck, he was practically salivating. Greed. The ultimate decider.

“Uncle Eric,” she whined, her striking blue eyes wide, “You can't be serious. That house is part owned by Daddy and he won't like it if you don’t go through the right procedures. How many times has he said he doesn’t have time for dirty business? There’s more than enough good business around for everyone to make an honest living.”

“Why, girlie. My money ain’t good enough? Last time I checked a dollar was worth something.” I sneered. This was becoming tedious and I just wanted to get the keys to the house and get out of here. I hated spoiled brats who thought they were daddy’s little f*cking princess. Self-righteous bitches, like her, annoyed the shit out of me and this one was getting first prize for her efforts.

She wrinkled her pretty little nose as if she smelled shit. “It's how you earn the money. Yours is most likely dirty money. Blood money. Daddy would never agree to that.”

“So, daddy’s little princess. What the hell do you, or your daddy, know about where this money comes from? You always judge someone without knowing the full story? This cash is legit. Take my word for it.”

“Your word? I don’t know the first thing about you. How can I take your word?”

Smart. She had a point. But screw that—I wasn’t filling in those f*cking forms.

“Because I said so. Innocent till proven guilty. Even the law gives me more credit than you do.”

“Yeah, I'm beginning to think you can't read or write, that’s why you refuse to fill in the forms. If the money is legitimate, you shouldn’t have a problem with a bit of paperwork.”

That stung. But she couldn’t even begin to understand why I had such a strong aversion to paperwork. She would never understand my world.

Uncle Eric had picked up a wad of cash and was running it through his fingers. The expression on his face was close to that of someone about to come in his pants. He grinned like an idiot. “Well, I own the other half, Jade. And I'm saying yes. Cash is king.”

I lifted a brow and smirked. “Listen to Uncle Eric.”

She didn’t. My head was hurting from her whining.

“How do you know if the money isn’t counterfeit or laundered? Nobody walks around with that amount of cash in a backpack. Uncle Eric, don’t let him blind you with money.”

The old man pondered her words for a moment and nodded. “OK. Point taken. Subject to checking out that the money is real—and I have counted every one of these Franklins—we have a deal. Step into my office so we can do that.”

With a wide sweep, I shoved the money back into the bag and turned to follow the old man.

Jade rolled her eyes and pouted her full lips. “God, men are stupid. No wonder the world is in such a damn mess.” She followed us into her uncle’s office. “Uncle Eric, if you insist on doing this crazy deal, then I am going to insist on bi-weekly inspections. To protect daddy’s interests. Who knows what the hell is going to happen in that house? It will probably be trashed by wild parties and—”

“There you go shooting off that pretty mouth of yours again. Judging me. I told you that you don’t know the story.” She was acting like a spoiled brat. There was only one remedy for that—I was itching to pull her over my knee and spank the shit out of her.

My eyes narrowed as I studied her. Her arms folded across her tits. Did she realise she was squeezing them together and that her cleavage was making my cock jerk? Was she doing it on f*cking purpose? I bet she was.

She cocked her head. “Well, enlighten me then. Tell me it's not going to be a nest for crack whores and orgies. For drugs, drinking and . . . other unsavory pastimes.”

Uncle Eric was so busy counting the cash, he hardly took notice of our standoff.

“None of the above.” I sneered. “Quit jumping to incorrect conclusions. You have the f*cking cash. Triple the normal security deposit. What’s it to you what happens at the house?”

She poked a well-manicured finger into my chest, prodding a few times. “Well just so you understand—I will be the one making those inspections. If there is any damage to the property, I will kick your sorry ass out of there so fast, it will make your head spin.”


I held my hands up in mock surrender. “Jesus, Princess. The looks of an angel and the tongue of the devil.” I glanced at her ring finger and saw it was without a ring. “No wonder no man wants you. You would probably bite his head off before he—”

She slapped me. Hard. I grabbed her wrist and glared into those big f*cking eyes. My cheek stung, but it was nothing like the anger burning in my chest. No bitch had ever slapped me and gotten away with it.

“Who’s judging now?” She spat out. “You know nothing about my life.”

Uncle Eric butted in. “Hey kids, play nice.” His grin was splitting his face. “I think we have a deal here, Mr.—” He held out a sweaty hand, which I ignored.

“Ryder. Ryder Knox. Tell your niece to f*cking back off . . . or the deal is off. I can find another house where I'm not policed by an uptight bitch.” I was lying, but they didn’t need to know just how f*cking desperate I was for this particular house. If they did, I wouldn’t have any leverage at all.

“Big bad man is scared of little ole me.” She laughed in my face. My head jerked up and I drew in a breath when I looked into her eyes. She was turned on. Only she probably didn’t even know it. I saw the challenge in her eyes.

An inner battle raged inside me. Right now I didn’t have time for this shit. I had more pressing matters to take care of.

Life and death matters.

But I was distracted. Jade smelled good and her skin was soft and smooth. I’d love to make her squirm under me. Make her swallow her words—and my cum. Spank the living shit out of her to teach her a lesson.

I shook my head. What the f*ck was wrong with me? I was here to do business. Not think of screwing the blond with the big tits and even bigger mouth and attitude. Not good.

Focus. Think with the big head.