Closing time took so long to come around, probably because Bree spent so much time looking forward to it, and him.Her enormous bouquet of roses still sat heavy on her table, occupying a lot of space and reminding her of the man that had sent it.His brief note that had come with it had managed to lift her lips in a smile.It was so much like him of she thought about it, neat, concise, but yet, still beautiful.She wondered what had put him up to it though.Ryder wasn't the kind of man to gift flowers, or apologize, to anyone.Or maybe she didn't know him well enough after all.Which ever one it was, it didn't matter, because she was excited as fuck at the idea of going out to dinner with him.It worried her though that he could pick one of those uptown fancy and insanely overpriced restaurants, judging from his taste, and she had nothing

Ryder had spent the whole day out, and now he was just about the dinner he'd asked Bree to. The idea hadn't been completely innocent but he'd let them enjoy every moment of it before he let himself be engulfed by his plans. It wasn't Jeffery of Nathan this time, it was another mini devil, the one that owed him the most. Brandon Park. The next name on his list, he'd gotten news that he was in town for some business, a business Ryder had his suspicions of. His source had given him the run down of ever crucial detail on this one and in the end he'd realised that this is a one in a lifetime opportunity to cripple the bastard. He could close his eyes for a second and remember him as he'd been back then. Ugly, a hairline that had somehow receded to the middle of his head and the most abusive of the lot. He'd made him do the dirtiest things that had made him hate himself for years on end until he'd started considering death.

Brandon had no plans of spending all evening in this restaurant.No, he had plans and this one, a brief business meeting, was just a decoy to cover up the real reason for his presence back here.Through out the previous week, his phone had been ringing off the hook and he'd come home more times than he'd like to a voicemail from Jeffery Mathew asking him to return.Apparently, Paul's bastard hadn't died off like his father had promised them years ago, no, the little thing had ran away and was back now more powerful than was good for their comfort.A little fun then and now he has to deal with the little shit before it comes back bitting them in the ass.He had doubts he'd be able to recognise the boy even if he burst in through that entrance wearing the Jean and unbuttoned flannel shirts and glasses he'd favored back then.That was why he'd paid a little fortune to the best private investigators he could find to do the digging and hand him e

The door to the restaurant opened one more time and with the new entrance, Ryder was happy he did know the owner of this place. It made it easier to go about his business without raising brows or suspicions. That's the reason he'd chosen here, that and the fact that Bree loves the place but have unfortunately never been here. Jonas did look a little out of place in the black and white uniform he was trying to get comfortable in, but he'd do for the job he needed him for. He just needs to be quick, precise and they'd be done and he'd be out of here in a blink. Again he was forgetting he had company, the course of his plans does get too much sometimes and he tends to loose focus on what really matters at the moment. Like Bree, sitting so close to him yet having to deal with him being so far away. If only he realised he was doing it now and that Bree was really feeling the impact of it. She didn't deserve it and he should

Ryder knew there was no form of recognition of who he was to Brandon and that was exactly what he needed.It didn't excite him to know that he'd been forgotten so quickly but it served his purpose.It was no surprise to him the old thing still went around forcing himself on people, but not this time, no, not on his watch.He'd seen all shades of red when he'd made it down only to find fucking Park getting all handsy with a disturbed Bree.She'd been uncomfortable with his attention but the swine hadn't cares! What's one more to his long list of assault, ehh?It had taken all his will and control not to tear him limb from limb, right there.Bree looked relieved at his arrival, because he'd come when he did and rescued the damsel in distress, but he doubted the effect of that would last enough to get his ass back into her good graces.Her small voice at his side, begging him to let go and get them away from here pulled him back from doi