Chapter 120: Touch me please
The men sneered, one of them stepping forward. "This isn’t your business, pal. Get lost if you know what’s good for you."
Ryder just chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, but it is my business. You see, this poor guy here is mine, and I’m not really in the mood to share."
Before they could react, Ryder moved with surprising speed, his playful demeanor dropping as he lunged at them. He threw a punch, landing it squarely on the first man’s jaw, sending him crashing to the floor. The second man tried to retaliate, but Ryder was quicker, delivering a swift kick to his stomach that had him doubling over in pain.
"Come on, guys," Ryder taunted as he dodged a wild swing. "This isn’t a fair fight. You should know better."
It didn’t take long for Ryder to subdue them, his movements precise and efficient, despite the playful jesting that accompanied each strike. The men were no match for him, and soon enough, they were both groaning on the ground, clutching their bruised and battered bodies.
Ryder dusted off his hands, looking down at them with a satisfied smirk. "You boys really picked the wrong guy to mess with. Now, get out of here before I change my mind."
The men scrambled to their feet, limping and stumbling as they fled the washroom. Ryder watched them go, shaking his head in disbelief. "Amateurs," he muttered before turning his attention back to Noah.
Noah was slumped against the wall, his exposed chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His face was brutally flushed, his body trembling as the drugs wreaked havoc on his system. Ryder’s expression softened, and he knelt beside him, gently cupping Noah’s cheek.
"Hey, doll face, you with me?" Ryder asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.