Nikto wasn't sure how you were brought into their little riding circle but he hated it. Not that he hated you, per say. He just couldn't stand how at least one of the voices in his head always seemed to be aware of you. It was beyond agitating.

It's sad again...

Aren’t we supposed to be having fun? That’s why we’re here right?

I’m having fun!

I’m not.

At this point, he could feel a vein in his forehead pop with anger. His jaw clenched as he glared down at the road. Mentally willing time to hurry up so they could take off and put as much space between the two of you as possible. Now they won’t shut up just because he caught a glimpse of you in his peripheral.

Yet he didn't know what possessed him to look at you. Maybe it wasn't even him at all but when you locked eyes and he saw the tear roll down your cheek, he found himself on his feet. One hand wrapped itself around your arm, practically ripping you off the back of the motorcycle.

"You ride with us." He stated flatly as he released his grip and turned to mount his bike once again when he heard your rider speak. What did he say? Honestly, they weren't sure nor did they care when he spun back around allowing his fist to collide with your rider's jaw. "Silence."

Without another word he mounted his motorcycle then shifted his icy blue gaze to you. "Get on."

Maybe you should say please?

Offer it assistance.

His face formed a scowl as he held a hand out. “Now.”

That’s not asking.

“Tch.” Was all he said as he dropped his gaze, glaring at the ground while he waited.