Broken (Motorcycle Club Romance): Ryder and Sawyer 1 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Savannah Rylan Read Free Book Online Page B

ugly head. I took a deep breath to quash the rage as Ryder wrapped his hand around her overly tanned fingers, and pulled them away.
    “What are you doing, Candy?” Ryder asked.
    “I just thought maybe you’d want to go in the back room.”
    Was this girl for real? I understood to a degree the desire to be an old lady. Falling at the feet of the club members, and tending to their every need, in hopes they would choose you to be theirs. That’s all some girls had. But this bitch rubbed me the wrong way, and I was tempted to put my fist through her face.
    “Listen, slut. We were talking,” I ground out. She turned her beady little eyes on me.
    “And now you’re not, so you should leave,” she spat.
    I laughed. “Why don’t you go and do what you do best? Shove a dick in your mouth, and shut the fuck up.”
    Candy startled at my words, her overly bleached hair falling in her face. Her beady eyes shriveled to two tiny specks as she lunged at me. Ryder caught her before she could even get a hand on me.
    “Rocco, get her out of here,” Ryder called over his shoulder.
    A guy with a tattoo on his face, and an amused grin walked over, and swooped Candy into his arms. She laughed loudly, and then wrapped her arms around Rocco, and kissed him.
    “Whore,” I mumbled under my breath.
    “I think you need a drink,” Ryder offered, running a hand through his hair.
    “No, I need to find my brother.”
    “I’m just cleaning up from the night before. My shift doesn’t start for a few hours. I’ll go look for him. Go back to the hospital, and be with your mom. I’ll call you when I find him.”
    “Thanks,” I said, leaning over the bar, and kissing his cheek, lingering a little too long before I pulled away. I headed for the exit and stopped, turning back to him.“Ryder?”
    His eyes caught mine in one charged moment. “Yeah, Sawyer?”
    I bit my lip before forcing the words out. “About the other day.”
    “Forget it,” he said.
    I smiled my appreciation, and left to head back to the hospital.
    ***
    Two hours later, Mom was out of surgery, and resting comfortable in the recovery room. Her surgery went well, and I was there when she woke up. Cruz, on the other hand, was still M.I.A.
    “Mija,” Mom sighed, as her eyes blinked open.
    “I’m here. You did great. The doctor said everything went perfect.”
    She could barely keep her eyes open. “That’s good to hear. Where’s my baby?”
    My desire to hurt Cruz only grew, but I tapered it down, so as to not upset her right now. “He had to work. He tried to get away, but someone was sick. He’ll be here soon, I promise.”
    “He’s such a good boy.” Mom smiled; blissfully unaware of the shit pile my brother was currently sinking in.
    “Do you need anything?” I asked.
    Her eyes drifted closed. “No, I’m tired. I’m just going to go back to sleep. You should go home.”
    “Okay, Mom. Get some rest.”
    I didn’t leave, however. I stayed for another five hours, watching her sleep; thankful I came back to Brooks Landing when I did. Finally, when I knew she was out for the night, I kissed her forehead, and went home.
    I pulled into the driveway, and saw Ryder’s bike parked, with him sitting on the front steps.
    “Any luck?” I asked as I got out of the car.
    “Nope. Can’t find him anywhere. And he’s not answering my calls.”
    I cursed under my breath. “Mine either. That little shit.”
    “He’s just going through some stuff. He’ll be okay.” Ryder stood, joining me on the porch.
    “I hope so.” I pulled out my keys. “Hey, thanks for looking for him. You want to come in? I’m about to heat up some leftovers.”
    “You know how much I love leftovers,” he smiled, following me inside to the kitchen.
    I set my bag down, and bent into the fridge, taking out a tray of ziti I made the night before. Ryder automatically went to the cabinets, and got down a couple plates, as if he belonged here. Once upon a time, he did. He spent so many