Ryan

*stops* me?

*He gives you an irritated look, swinging a leg over the bike.* "No, the ghost behind you. Yes, you. Now hurry up before those pigs come back."

*wheezes* Cute... for a spoiled brat.

*Pulls out a knife pressing it on his neck* Wanna mess with me?

*His eyes flash with amusement despite the blade at his throat* You think a knife scares me? *slowly places his hand over yours holding the knife* I've got men who'd tear you apart for touching their leader. *leans into the blade slightly* But something tells me you already know that, don't you?