Free Forgiven: Ryder and Sawyer 3 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 9) by Savannah Rylan Page A

“Cruz. Talk to me.” I was met with complete and utter silence. I looked up just as the taillights of the bike disappeared into the blackness. “Call Bones. Now!” I screamed at Axel.
    Axel ran over, took one look at Cruz, and spun around. “Fuck!” Axel yelled, his voice echoing around us. “Fuck Bones,” he mumbled as he pulled out his phone and dialed. “We need an ambulance,” I heard him say, but the rest was lost to the static in my mind.  
    My eyes lowered, focusing on my hands that were covered in blood. I continued to put pressure on the wound as I tried not to panic. I hugged Cruz’s head to my chest. “You better not die on me, you bastard.”

TWO
    SAWYER
     
    “What do you mean you were pregnant? What the fuck are you talking about?” Ryder yelled, anger filling his eyes, and causing his fists to clench at his sides.
    I just needed to explain. He would understand. He’d have to. “I couldn’t bring my child into this life. Not when I’d just lost my father to a jail cell. I wouldn’t do that to a baby. You were a prospect, and I knew you would never leave…so I did.”
    The veins in Ryder’s arm pulsated. His jaw ticked. “What happened to the baby?”  
    I took a deep breath, and admitted to him what I’d been hiding from everyone for so long. “I had him.”
    “Him! You mean to tell me I have a fucking son?”
    There were so many things I wanted to say, but my words froze in my throat, and I couldn’t get a single syllable out, so I nodded.  
    He ran his hands through his hair, holding on to the edges. “Where is he? Where the fuck is he, Sawyer?”
    “In New York,” I whispered. I stepped toward Ryder. A daunting fire raged behind his eyes, but I hoped my words would extinguish it. “With a nice family who can give him what we couldn’t.”
    Ryder shook with anger, and I backed up as he came closer. A storm brewed in his grey eyes, consuming all the light, and turning him into a complete stranger. My back hit the wall, and he got within inches from my face. His breaths were loud and ragged. He flung his hand up, and pointed to the door. “Get out of my sight,” he seethed. “You disgust me.”
    I grabbed his arm, but he ripped it out of my grip. “You have to understand,” I pleaded.  
    “Get. Out,” he demanded through clenched teeth. His words were like venom, surging out and paralyzing me.
    “Ryder…” I managed, but choked on the last syllable.
    He picked up my clothes, and threw them at me. I fumbled with them, and, then, caught his gaze, hoping he would see the struggle in my eyes, the pain and heartache I endured in order to do what was right for our child. Instead, I saw darkness. Pure, black, unadulterated darkness. Chills ran through me as I realized he was looking at me just like he looked at Las Almas—with complete and total hatred.
    “I said. Get. The. Fuck. Out.”  
    I refused to believe that was it. The secret I held onto for five years, the one that ripped me to shreds every time I thought about Liam, and the life I denied Ryder and myself, but at least found solace, knowing Liam was safe, was finally out. And Ryder had nothing to say other than to tell me to leave. But, then I gazed up at him, so defiant in his fury, and I knew he’d never forgive me.  Still, I couldn’t just walk away. “That’s it? You have nothing else to say?”
    He smirked before his lip curled in disgust. “At least I wore a condom this time.”
    Anger swelled inside of me, rushing through my mind and body until it exploded. My hand reached out, and slapped him hard across the face. “Fuck you.”
    “Too late for that, sweetheart. Now, get out of my fucking house.”
    ***
    It had been two weeks since I finally told Ryder the truth, and he kicked me out of his house. Two weeks since the life I craved for so long and that was finally was mine again, had been ripped out from under me.
    He hated me.
    He had hated me before, but this was different. This time, it ran