Ryder

I eyed the unknown man leaning on my room's wall near the door. My mother insisted I be put in a hospital room to recuperate despite my protest to just heal in my home.

Imagine my shock when I saw him in the back of my car. "I think it's time to tell me who you are."

"I don't answer to you." The prick answered. Where'd I put my gun? I'm going to shoot this asshole.

"He's Jesse," My wife answered for him. "He's one of my teammates." Like that explains why he was ...