Ryder - Caveman Insticts Book Three(61)

Yanking the knife out of his hands I held back my flinch at the scream of pain. I wanted him to hurt and knew that pulling the knife would kill like a motherfucker and do more damage coming out then it did going in. Eric’s idea of Richard’s soundproof nightclub was perfect for this because David was crying and screaming loudly. I knew I would be hearing worse in the next couple of hours. In the very back of my mind I knew that David should be handed over to the authorities, but for what he had done to my woman, he was going to disappear.





My legs were free and I had just a splint on my right fingers. I only had a couple more weeks on my left wrist with the cast, but overall, I was happy.

Leaving the house had been scary. Until I was sitting in the car, and the house behind me, I didn’t realize how terrified I was to leave the safety of the house. I was glad Ryder didn’t come with me because by the time we arrived at the doctor’s office, I was drenched in sweat and gripping the seats until everything that was almost healed started hurting again. I was being a wuss and was glad Ryder hadn’t seen me like that.

When I finally got out of the car with coaxing from Chad and Leo, I only got worse. I was shaking like a leaf and looking for any threat. It wasn’t until I was in the doctor’s office that I came to my senses, but it started back up again when I left.

I was determined though, as much as I wanted to go home after the doctor’s office to my safety, I wanted to find out what had gone on with my dad. Ryder said I could meet up with him and I was going to do it, no matter how bad I shook or sweated. When we pulled up at Richard’s night club in the city, I was surprised that Ryder was still there. We took the back exit and I was met by my father.

“Hi, kiddo. You’re looking much better.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over my cheek. “Ryder and I both think you need to see this, for peace of mind. I’m to warn you if you don’t want to see something pretty gross, then stay here, but I brought X to Ryder. You are safe now.”

As soon as he said X my whole body stiffened and I gazed up at my dad. He didn’t look any different than he had three weeks ago. Actually, now I looked, he seemed quite relaxed, like he was in his element. I think I knew in the back of my mind what my dad was doing the last couple of weeks. I mean, he did help rescue me.

X. Did I want to see him? Could I see him? Did I care? I stood there for a moment and just let myself wonder if I could leave, and I knew deep down I couldn’t. I needed to see him and I needed to know he was caught. I needed closure.

Straightening myself, I walked into the club. I don’t know what I expected to see, but it wasn’t the sight that greeted me. Richard, Tyson, and a bunch of bodyguards were spread out in a loose circle watching Ryder, who was in the clothes I left him in, but they were covered in blood. The body sprawled on the floor looked dead. It was basically one big black and blue bruise. Ryder was leaning over talking to the body. I couldn’t hear so I moved closer.

“Answer any question if she asks you any. Remember we are here watching and listening.”

I rested my hand on Ryder’s back. It had the least amount of blood. I stared down at the body and knew even with his puffed up, bruised, and battered face that this was X. It was the eyes. I would never forget those glacier blues. A weight that had hovered on me since I was kidnapped lifted and I felt like I could breathe again. The guy didn’t look as big as I remembered and right now he didn’t look powerful at all. For weeks in my nightmares, I had pictured this man and he’d always been a lot bigger, more intimidating. The man I dreamed about, that had haunted me, looked nothing like the pitiful creature before me.

“I did warn you,” I muttered. I stared at the bloody and beaten being before me and didn’t feel any guilt. Relief and a sense of calm washed over me. I knew I stared at a dead man. There was no way he could be handed to the authorities in the shape he was in now, especially since my father had gotten him. I should’ve probably felt worried that as I looked around no one seemed concerned, or looked like they cared either. They didn’t look at all bothered by what they knew would be done when I was gone.

There was something I wanted to know though. “Do you regret taking me?”

“Ha,” the laugh was hollow and sounded painful. “Yes. I could tell just by looking at you that you were trouble. I didn’t believe my men. I had to see you for myself. When I found out it took two men to take you down and you almost had them, I knew you couldn’t live once I gazed into your eyes. That’s why I told them to kill you. You have the same look in them as that fucking crazy father of yours.”