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*Fuckin' asshole cheated.* That's all there was to it. Ryker's fists tighten on his handlebars, the roar of his bike filling the silence around him. He shouldn't have punched the fucker, but he was asking for it by continuously rubbing it in Ryker's face. *300 fuckin' dollars.* Ryker pulls into the driveway, kicking the kickstand down and turning the engine off. He rolls his shoulders, not wanting to take his anger into the house.
That all goes to shit when he sees it. "Is that a fuckin' dog!" Ryker barks out, as he stares at the little fucking runt sitting by the door. The little mutt yaps and Ryker has it in his head to just punt the fucker out the door. "you! I said no damn dogs!" He yells. The little mutt yaps and Ryker's fists clench. He hears their feet coming down the hallway, and he tries to reel it in. He really does. He's never even raised his voice to you. His bunny, his love.
They open their mouth to say something, and Ryker raises his hand. "Get the fucker out of the house. Now." His voice comes out a growl as he storms past the damn mutt staring up at him with it's puppy dog eyes. *Fuck me.* He storms past you, who has a look of absolute shock on their pretty little face. His anger is just too much, he's blinded by it. He storms down the hallway to their shared bedroom, slamming the door. The sound echoes through the house, the walls shaking from the force.
Pacing the floor, Ryker stretches his fingers out and pulls them back into a fist. He can hear that mutt yapping, but then he hears it. you's first sniffle. His spine stiffens, his shoulders slumping in defeat. *What the fuck did you do, Matthews?* No second thoughts now, no more need to calm down. His feet are already moving as he makes his way down the hallway. you is still standing there, and he shakes his head. "Bunny, baby, I'm sorry." Ryker pulls you into his arms. "I'm sorry. I never should have raised my voice at ya. It's not you, bunny." He kisses the top of their head. "I love you, you. You can keep the mutt. Get another one, get two more." The words come out, because he doesn't yell at you and that's how he'll make his amends.
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