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another, never letting up, never slowing, driving me higher and higher as white stars exploded in my eyes.
    “Fuck!” Ryder called out as his hand tightened on my waist. He drove into me one final time, spilling his hot seed deep inside me.
    He pulled out, and lay down beside me, each of us panting heavily to try to catch our breaths. “Come here,” he said, and I cuddled into him, running my fingers up and down his side.
    “I love you.” He kissed my forehead.
    “I love you, too.”
    I took him in then, raking my eyes over his body, studying every inch of him. Finally looking at the new ink on his skin.
    He had a list of names going up his rib cage.
    Jerry Monroe (his father)
    Stephen Taylor
    Charles "Chains" Johnson
    Sawyer Lennox
    Paul "Pretty Boy" Stype
    “You have my name tattooed on you?” I couldn’t believe I’ve never noticed it before. Always too consumed in the passion, never admiring the markings that make up who he is. Wait a minute. I thought about the names. Jerry was killed. Stephen died before I left and so did Chains. I didn’t know Pretty Boy, but the pattern spoke for itself. Why was I on this list?
    “Why am I on a list of dead people?”
    Ryder sat up, and pulled his pants on. He glanced at me, but then quickly looked away.
    “Don’t shut me out now. Talk to me. These people,” I touched the black ink along his ribs. “Are dead. Why is my name with them?”
    He closed his eyes tight as if telling me it physically hurt him. “You had to be dead. I needed to think that way. It was the only way I could move on.” He ran his hands through his hair. “You don’t understand. When you left… my world collapsed. Those people that you hated? They’re the reason I’m alive. I fell into a downward spiral, and it was dark and ugly and I didn’t care if I died. They saved me from myself. And when I finally decided to get a hold of my life, I realized the only way to do that was to let you go. Entirely.”
    Emotions ran rapid as tears pricked my eyes, and forced their way out. I never thought about what my leaving had done to those I loved. If anything had happened to Ryder, I never would have forgiven myself.
    I wrapped my arms around him, and kissed his bare shoulder. “I am so sorry.”
    “It doesn’t matter. You’re back now.”
     

EIGHT
    Ryder
    Church came into session, and I knew the topic on the table was going to have me lose my fucking cool. I lit a cigarette in an attempt to calm my fucking nerves before things got heated.
    Rogue cleared his throat, and I leaned back in my seat, waiting for the ball to drop.
    “Trista, you have something to say?”
    “We think we know who the rat is.”
    Everybody sat at attention, and I curled my lip in her direction. I couldn’t believe she was about to throw Sawyer, a girl who she used to love and trust with her life, under a fucking bus. Anger surged through me, and it took everything in my power not to leap across the table and tackle her like I did when we were kids.
    “It’s Sawyer.” Her voice was matter-of-factly void of any emotion. I always knew she could be cold, but I never truly thought she was a heartless bitch until now.
    “Bullshit,” I retorted.
    Rogue held his hand up. “Wait to hear the facts, and then you can argue.”
    I scoffed and sunk back into my chair.
    “Blaze saw her talking to Velasquez.”
    I rolled my eyes. “That’s all you got?”
    “No, Rocco saw her too.”
    I turned my attention to the nomad. I wanted to rip his fucking head off. Sawyer recently told me she didn’t trust him, and I thought she was being ridiculous, but now I couldn’t agree with her more.
    Rocco sat up a little straighter as eyes turned to him. “I saw her last week get out of her car, and go down to the station. Velasquez walked her out after.”
    “That’s fucking bullshit. It wasn’t Sawyer who you saw.”
    He shrugged. “Not many leggy blondes driving a Nissan.”
    “That doesn’t mean anything. This is California;