|Book One of Disaster Series|
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❝Please stop doing this,❞ Ridge whispers, resting his forehead on my shoulder blade, his breath hitting my skin, chills coursing through my veins, seeping deep into my bones. The look in his eyes, the hunger and the...
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A sight for sore eyes, that's what this place is.
A frisson of sheer excitement shoots down my spine. This place is euphoric. There are people all around, like hundreds of them in leather jackets, piercings and tattoos. Bikes and sports cars are lined up on one side, and oh my god those bikes are gorgeous. This is definitely my scene. I've always wanted a tattoo but never had a potential companion, but now I have Ridge, so we'll bully him and make him get a tattoo. *cue the evil laughter*
"Why do you have such an evil glint in your eyes? You know that we are not here to kill anyone here, right?" Ridge's question brings me back to reality.
Oh right, I got carried away. Again.
"Shit, I was thinking about killing a few people and take them with me to fill the guest bedroom with dead bodies. You ruined my plans." I fake a dejected expression, my eyes downcast.
He chuckles, then takes my hand. "Come on, keep you killer instincts to yourself for one night. Neil just texted me saying they'll be here soon so let's head inside till then. And please, be with one of us the whole time. Don't go anywhere alone, please."
"Okay." I nod, not really paying attention, my eyes wandering around.
He stops abruptly, then faces me. "I'm serious Lydia, do not roam around alone. When I said that this place is not safe, I meant it. Please be with the group all the time, okay. Don't go anywhere alone. Anywhere. Promise me?"
He looks at me expectantly, his hand holding my wrist. "I promise Ridge. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."
"Good, now let's go." Together, we walk inside, where the race is going to start. This place is very crowded. So, it takes us a few minutes to get inside. Out of nowhere, a dark figure steps in front of us. The guy is tall, but still a few inches shorter than Ridge. He is wearing a red leather jacket and a dark wash jeans. He is cute up close but he looks like a loser so fuck off buddy.
"Ridge Meanders, what a pleasant surprise," He smirks, looking me up and down.
Ridge sneers, his hold on my hand tightening. "Samuel Dickward, wish I could say the same."
Dickward? Heh.
"You know it's Rickward." His smirk falls off, his teeth gritting together in anger.
"Whatever you say, Dickward." Ridge smirks this time, his eyes shining with a challenging, murderous glint. "I don't have time for your petty issues with me."
