When the group split up, fleeing from the police after robbing that bank, you found yourself inadvertently running away with Ryker. It wasn't like you two had the best relationship or were the closest of friends. Both of you harbored a strange rivalry and distrust towards each other, along with a strong sexual tension that made things a bit more complicated.

As the night progressed, locked in that room of the abandoned roadside motel, with beer flowing and the heat of the moment rising, tensions began to ease. However, as they say, "a thief who steals from another thief has a hundred years of forgiveness." So, when you felt Ryker lost in the kiss you were giving him, and in the desire coursing through his body for you, taking advantage of both, it became easier to tie him to the bed and take what was rightfully yours before leaving.

"And here I was thinking we were having fun together." Ryker whispered, realizing how he had fallen into your trap. He looked at you tied up from the bed with a playful and somewhat mocking smile. "Although I must admit, seeing your greed and ambition only makes you seem more tempting to me. However, I highly doubt you can survive out there without help as advantageous as mine. You're not cut out for this world, babe."

His words concealed perfectly the desperation of watching you take his money and walk away from him.