Page 33 of Demon Rider

I have no doubt eh can sense my emotions, but my phone is yet to ring, or get a text from him, so he is still angry at me so much that he doesn’t want to speak to me, of maybe, he is off fucking some other woman.

I know the odds are that he has an order, but right now my anger is fueling my thoughts.

“You sure you are good?” Spencer asks.

“Yeah, babe, I am great. Ready to get back to work and stop you guys from slacking off.” That makes him laugh, then he gets back to work.

Making my way to the staff lounge to dump my purse, I wave to some of the staff that I missed while I was gone.

Taking a deep breath, I do one last check in the mirror and am satisfied with how I look, I leave and walk behind the bar.

I fall back into my old rhythm of serving customers and chatting with everyone. My heart feels light. Lighter since last night when a heavy weight was places on my heart, and then this afternoon when it was sliced open.

I do a shot with a group of women here for a birthday, they cheer and laugh, making me laugh with them. They are young, like me, enjoying life, and that is how it should be.

Life should not be hard.

“Holy fuck balls. There is my man for the night.” I chuckle while making a cocktail, then follow her gaze, noticing that all of the woman in the group are doing the same.

My heart leaps in my chest seeing who they are all eye-fucking.

Tyson walks towards the bar, his gaze fierce locked on mine.

“I think that man is taken,” someone says, but I cannot take my eyes off the pissed off demon.

“Kristina.” He greets me, making me wince.

He used my name and not ‘baby’ like he has been since he saved me.

“Tyson.”

“A word.” He grunts, like he has the right to demand anything from me.

“So now you want to talk to me?” I see his jaw work, but right now I don’t care. “Sorry I am working. I am sure there is some women at the club who will be more than happy to keep listening to you run your mouth. Go back to her, Tyson.” I snap, my anger winning.

His brow dips, in confusion. Is he really going to try and talk his way out of this?

“What are you talking about, baby?” he keeps his focus on me, the woman watching us like some life reality TV show.

“Ask your club whore, Tyson. They are used to you unloading on them. Both figuratively and physically.” I lower my tone, sounding bored, but I am anything but.

“Aw, man. Why is it always the hot ones that cheat?”

His gaze swings at her.

“Do not glare at me handsome biker man, you are the one who cheated on this fine piece of ass.” She waves her hand at me.

I giggle; she winks at me.

He brings his gaze back to me. “You think that I cheated on you?”

“Not think, Tyson. I overheard the club girls talking about you bitching that you are over being tied to one pussy. So, you fucked her instead.” I fight back the lump forming in my throat, needing to stay string but as I repeat the words, I feel like I am going to puke.

His eyes narrow as he looks at me. Then he shakes his head and walks off. I roll my lips to stop me from crying, watching his back as he leaves.

“Well fuck.” Someone says.

I close my eyes, fighting a sob.