Page 39 of Bedlam

“Wow, so that’s it? All I’m good for is a quick suck and dump and you leave?” I accuse and he spins on me. Slamming me against the wall, his lips meet mine but I push him away.

“I’m not a fucking doormat, Ryder. You don’t get to mask your bullshit with sexual activities. This is why I didn’t want to start anything in the first place. I knew it would mean nothing.” I accuse but mumble that last part.

“Stop pushing me. When I’m ready, I’ll talk, and I never said this thing between us means nothing. Cut the baby back shit.” He warns and I laugh, but he takes a step closer, invading my space. “I like you Spade. I really do.” He admits and I nod, but I’m not done saying what I need to say.

“You’re the one acting like a bitch, storming the castle because you can’t use your big boy words and just fucking say it.” I laugh, but he doesn’t like that. He gets in my face and growls like I’m supposed to be intimidated by him. I roll my eyes and walk past him. If he wants to leave, then go right ahead. I’m going to order food and check on Ri.

Pressing the button for the elevator, I wait for the doors to open and get in. Turning around, our eyes collide and he just stares at me with a faraway look.

“You coming?” I say and he blinks as he steps in and stands next to me. He takes a deep breath as the doors close.

“I guess we’re going to glide past the part where I told you I like you,” he says and I turn to him.

“I like you too, Ry. This has been fun.” I say and he laughs.

“Fun, okay.” He says, but I hear the undertone in his voice and I go to fix my fuck up but he continues.

“Ryker is recovering faster than anyone has anticipated and he is now the Club President.” He says in a serious tone, and I look over at him.

“Okay, that's a good thing.” I say, elbowing him, but he shakes his head.

“He wants me to be his Vice President.” He seethes and again I elbow him.

“And what is the problem with that?” I ask, and he blows out a breath.

“I have nothing here. My father and sister are gone. The girl I was in love with is a fucking snake, and Slim is useless. Just an easy fuck to pass the time. I don’t want the club life anymore. There’s no purpose to it.” The elevator doors open and we both step out and walk into the living room.

Sitting down, I light up a joint and he follows suit. “I disagree with what you said back there, but at the end of the day, it’s your life to do as you please with. Just make sure if you leave the club, that it’s truly what you want for your future and not a right now decision.” I say and he nods.

“I know, I just–nevermind. Can we order food? I’m ravenous.” He says with a smirk, taking the joint from my lips.

“Ravenous? That’s code word for horny, but yes, let’s order food. I need to go check on Ri. I’ll be right back.” I say as he takesout his phone and pulls up the food dash app. I get up and head into the dining room where we made a hospital room for Ri. His injuries were worse than anticipated, but nothing the Doc and his crew couldn’t handle. Walking over to him, he’s awake and smirking at me.

“Ahh, brother, you live to see another day. How are you feeling? You hungry?” I ask, and he nods.

“Fucking starving.” He rasps and I grab the glass of water and hand it to him to take a sip.

“So, much better. What did I miss?” He asks and I laugh.

“Just a suck and dump fest!” Ryder yells from the living room.Jesus fucking Christ.I shake my head and take the glass from Ri.

“Well, to start, I now own this house and apparently have been married to Jade since she turned eighteen.” I say, and his eyes go wide.

“What the fuck? How did we not know this? I thought she was promised to D’mitri?” he says and I shake my head.

“According to the document, it was signed off by my dead mother and her father.” I admit, and his brows hit the top of his forehead.

“What do you mean your mother and her father? You mean Big John knew about this?” He says and I’m already shaking my head before he’s even finished.

“Then what? Just spill it already. Jesus Christ Reid.” He growls.

“It’s Flynn. Flynn O’Patrick is Jade’s father.” I whisper, and he gasps.

“What the fuck? Wait. Wait, a damn second.” He says, and I’m nodding as he’s putting all the pieces together.

“She’s fucking Irish Royalty. She’s next in line. Holy shit. Now it all makes sense. The Aces wanted an heir. A true IRA heir.” He says as his eyes go wild as everything is connecting.

“Yep, exactly, but why did Dalton want her dead when our dads wanted heirs? That’s the only thing that makes no fucking sense.” I state and he nods.