Along for the Ride (Ride or Die Romances)

by Lauren Biel

“Show me how little you respect yourself.”

“Violence isn’t the answer.” He dropped onto the mattress beneath my bunk and grunted. “Violence is always the answer.”

was three nails. Two in the eyes, one in the ear.” “We have such fond childhood memories,”

“Then he doesn’t fucking deserve you.” He grips my hand and pulls my ring from my finger. Instead of pocketing it or throwing it across the room, he slides it past his lips and swallows. My eyes widen. “Did you really just do that? You couldn’t toss it away like a normal person?” “I’m the farthest thing from normal, wanderer.” He pauses and shakes his head. “Actually, Karson is probably the farthest, but I’m just behind him.” “Karson didn’t eat my ring,” I mumble.

HELLO?

“Twenty-four.” She’s so fucking young. “I’m forty-six. Old enough to be your damn father.” She scoffs. “My daddy doesn’t look like you, sir.”

Karson appears beside me like some psychotically ill ghost.

“Why do chicks always do this shit? They say it doesn’t matter, but the moment you name a place, they aren’t in the mood for it. I’m not playing this game.” Gentry turns in his seat and looks at me. “Name the spot.” “It really doesn’t matter,” I say. “Anything will be better than a crusty hot dog from the gas station.” With a sigh, Gentry looks at the interstate. We near a sign that names off fast-food places, and he assesses it as we pass. “Get off at this exit,” he says to Karson. “We’ll grab something from Taco Bell.” “My stomach will be upset for days,” I say. Karson’s head twists toward Gentry. “See? I fucking told you!” He glances in the rearview mirror and meets my gaze. “Pick what you want or go hungry, thief. Your choice.” “Fine,” I mutter. “Just pick a burger place.” Gentry turns to Karson with a smug grin. “There, problem solved. We’ll grab Wendy’s.” “I don’t like their fries,” I say, and I regret even asking for food at this point because Karson looks as if his head might explode. The exit is quickly approaching, and Karson makes no indication that he plans to turn off. Golden arches gleam in the distance. “McDonald’s!” I shout before it’s too late.

“I need a shirt and some jeans. Do not let him pick anything out for me.” I glare at Karson. The last time I let him buy an outfit for me, I had to commit a double fucking homicide with the word “vagitarian” on the front of my shirt.

“I didn’t hurt you! You were fucking fine!” he screams out, spit and blood flying from his lips. “Fine? I’m fine? I’m fucking two serial killers for fun!” I shout.

More than fine

“Shh, George,” Gentry coos. “It will only hurt a lot.” Gentry’s muscles flex as he shoves the hand—fingers first—inside George’s asshole. George releases a horrified scream. “Oh god, stop!” he wails. I have no clue what I’m looking at, but Gentry is so fucking beautiful in his predatory anger. “The Pastor sends his regards,” he snarls as he pushes the hand until it disappears completely.

“She’s not your girl. She’s mine.” “What an absolutely suicidal thing to say,”