Final Ride Fallen Angel's MC 4 (9 page)

“I talked to Bella. I’m sorry Ryker.” Blowing out a breath, I don’t
want to do this.
“I get that shits hard for you right now, but you can’t fuckin’ just
go all crazy like that.” I hear that girl huff in the corner before
she stands.

“Crazy? You think I’m crazy?” Oh hell, here we go. Opening my
eyes, I turn my head to the side to look at her.

“You want the real answer to that darlin’?” Her eyes fill with
rage, but she doesn’t understand. That craziness in her is what
attracts me to her. Some plain girl would never hold my
interests.

“Yeah, Ryker. I think I fucking do!” Snapping at me, I watch her
eyes go wild. There it is. That right there, that fire, that rage. I
love it.

“Yeah. I think you are fucked up crazy! I think there’s a part of
the devil inside of you! I see the fire that ignites in that little
head of yours.” Pushing myself up, I stand and face her.

“That’s what you think about me?” She narrows her eyes on me,
but I don’t move. I stand there eyeing her back.

“Damn right I do! I saw that spark inside of you that day in that
shit house. It’s what drew me in. I love it. I fuckin’ love that
devilish spirit you have.” Her face changes, her expression, void.

“I didn’t want to lose you.” A tear slides down her cheek. As
much as I want to go to her, I don’t.
“You will never lose me, Jersey. I can’t breathe without you. You
can’t go after family though. That girl, this club. It’s all she has.
Her life was hell too, just like yours.” As the realization hits her,
she walks off wiping at her face.

I don’t know how to make her understand that she’s all I need.
She is all I’ve ever dreamt of having, and she’s ruining it herself.

 

Dropping back on the bed, I close my eyes again. After a few
minutes I feel the bed shift next to me, but I don’t look up.

Jersey’s hand grabs mine, and that electricity flowing through
my veins, sparks a desire in me. Does she not feel this? Is it not
the same for her?

“A bite mark? Really Ryker?” Her voice has calmed as I feel the
cool liquid touch my skin. Gently, she cleans my hand, and I let
her.

“He wouldn’t shut up.” Her soft giggle ignites a need inside of
me, a feral and all-consuming need for her.

Opening my eyes, I turn my head slightly to watch her work. She
cleans me, dresses the wounds. I can see so much caring in her
eyes. Could it be that she is really that much in love with me,
that she would get jealous?

Pulling my hand from hers, I reach over and pull her around the
waist, until she lays on top of me.
“Do you not feel it Jersey? Do you really not know how much I
fuckin’ love you?” Gripping her face in my hands, I force her to
look at me.

“Sometimes I don’t know why you would want me. I can see the
other girls around here. They are so perfect, and I’m just me.
Used, and tossed away.” Dropping my hands from her face, I
slowly slide her off of me.

“Jersey, I can be carin’. I can be gentle, calm, hell, I can even be
romantic if I want to be. The one thing I can’t be, is doubted. If
you fuckin’ doubt my love for you darlin’, there is nothin’ else I
can do. I kiss you; I tell you I love you. I goddamn hold you all
the time. I married you. TWICE!” Holding up two fingers, I need
her to understand this.

“We have a daughter for fucks sake! Figure it out woman!”
Standing up, I storm out of the room. I need a goddamn break,
and I just came home.

Chapter 21

Tank

I watch Ryker storming from the side door with a pissed off look
on his face before Jersey comes out of the room. I know this shit
is hard on all the girls. This life isn’t for everybody.

“Want to talk about it?” Jersey looks up at me before shaking
her head. I can see she’s hurting.

“He loves you sweetheart. Stop doubtin’ it. You’re only hurtin’
yourself.” Patting her on the shoulder, I turn and head back to
the main room.

“What the fuck is
that
?” Pointing at some kind of game machine
Joey and Bo are dragging through the door, I don’t know if I
really want the answer to that.
“Pinball. Got a good fuckin’ deal on it.” Closing my eyes, I have
no words for those two.

“What are you doin’ with it exactly?” Joey sets his end down
before wiping the sweat from his forehead.

 

“Hookin’ it up, Tank. What the hell did you think I was doin’ with
it?” Bo chuckles before I cut my eyes at him.

“You two need to grow the fuck up.” Shaking my head, I can’t
believe they bought a pinball machine. On second thought, it
is
Joey.

Walking around the main room, it’s loud. Too loud. I know its
party night, but fuck if I’m not getting too old for this shit. I miss
the quietness.

“You ok?” Cher wraps her arms around my waist. Grabbing her
hands in mine, I hold them tightly.

 

“Take a walk with me, sweetheart.” Cher lets go before moving
in front of me leading me toward the door.

 

Stepping outside, I take a deep breath of the cool air.

“I always loved the cool nights you know? It was somethin’
peaceful.” We walk toward the edge of the tree line before I
lean against a huge tree, crossing my arms over my chest.

“What’s wrong Tank?” I look down before my eyes come back
to rest on hers.
“I feel like the family aspect of this club is comin’ apart, Cher.
We got old lady’s shootin’ at each other. Guys not payin’
attention to them. I know we’re all tryin’ here, but fuck. Jada is
pissed all the time. It stresses Creed out. I try to pick up his load
when that shit happens. Ryker is so fucked in his head. The
motherfucker threw a finger at me.” Cher’s face scrunches up
when I say that but hell, the man is gone.

“That’s life. You know as well as I do that nothing works out
perfectly. I think with all things considered, we are doing a
pretty good job.” Nodding slightly, she may be right.

“I just feel like I’m gettin’ lost in this club again. Yeah, it’s
changin’, but so am I. I don’t know how to do that Cher.” Cher
steps in closer to me before her hands rest on my arms.

“You have had a lot going on lately. Maybe you need a break.
Maybe the whole club needs one. You said we we’re going to
the lake right? Things will calm down. It’s a new direction Tank.”
Grabbing her and pulling her into my chest, I savor her warmth.

I can’t help the feeling that I have inside of me. It’s consuming.
As much as I want to think that everything is going as planned,
and maybe it is, I still can’t stop the feeling of dread that floats
over me. Something bad is coming; I just don’t know what it is
yet.

“Stop thinking about it so much. You’re torturing yourself.”
Looking down at the only woman that ever really understood
me, I smile.
“You know you’re the best thing that has ever happened to
me.” Her eyes sparkle as she looks up at me. I never want to
lose this with her.

Holding Cher here, feels right. I know something is coming. I can
feel it. I hate it when I feel it, too. It never ends well, and I don’t
know how much more I can handle.

Chapter 22

Creed

“Tell me again why the hell you have me climbin’ this goddamn
tree like a monkey?” Ryker hangs off the tree, putting up the
new security cameras that I bought.

“Because I fuckin’ told you to. Shut up and hook them up.”
Holding the ladder still, I can hear him grunt.

 

As I watch Ryker work, I hear the rumble of bikes, I know it isn’t
our guys.

 

“Son of a bitch.” Ryker jumps from the top of the ladder, and
lands on his feet like a fucking cat.

“What in the hell? You some kind of ninja?” Looking over at him,
he already has his gun drawn.
“Oh yeah. I’m the fuckin’ dick ninja.” Moving toward the edge of
the road, we see the four bikes coming toward us.

“See that. That’s why we’re puttin’ those cameras up. I want to
see these motherfuckers comin’ a mile out.” With a slight grunt,
Ryker steps out in the middle of the road waiting.

“Fuckin’ Dusts’.” I hear the low tone of his voice. He’s pissed,
but we can’t just shoot them all right here. This technically isn’t
our land.

“Don’t drop any of them right here.” Ryker chuckles as the bikes
slow down in front of us. Here we go.

“What is it you boys need? Seems you’re on the wrong side of
town.” Ryker narrows his gaze on RIt. I can feel the tension, and
hatred, this man holds inside of him. Sometimes I wonder how
he does it. How does he live day to day with all that pent up
inside of him?

“We have a business opportunity to discuss. Seems I can’t get a
phone number on any of the Angel’s.” Ryker looks over his
shoulder at me as I shrug. I know nothing about that shit.

“We don’t have anything to discuss.” Ryker steps back as I come
up next to him.

“You ain’t the President now are you?” Rit throws off one of
those vicious glares, but I’m afraid to look over at Ryker.
My nerves are on edge as my heart picks up a beat. I try to keep
an eye on all the guys at once, but I need to focus on Rit and
what the hell he wants.

“My brother here’s right. We don’t have anything to discuss. In
fact, I think you should get on over to your side of town. We
wouldn’t want any accidents now, would we?” Clenching my
jaw, I want to explode. I hate when someone comes to our
territory demanding shit.

“We want to run half of Willow’s Creek.” RIt announces without
another word. Did he just demand half of Willow’s? Who the
hell does he think he is?

Taking a step closer, I feel the anger boiling inside of me.

“You ain’t runnin’ shit near Willow’s. That’s a safe haven.
Nothin’, and no one, runs through it.” I can feel my temperature
rising. Every club knows this, and everyone agrees to it.

“Well, that’s what we want to change. We only want half. The
other half can be your own little Mayberry.” The tone in his
voice just works my nerves over. I feel like Ryker right now.

“Mayberry huh?” Chuckling, I look over at Ryker as he speaks.
He clearly isn’t amused by what’s happening in front of him.

“Get your ass back on that motherfuckin’ bike, and leave. I don’t
want a war on this end, but you are pushin’ your fuckin’ luck
with me. I don’t want to keep remindin’ you.” I’m damn near
screaming. I’m trying to control the rage that boils up in me. I’m
losing it. We have been doing so well around here, and this one
motherfucker wants to ruin it all.

“This ain’t done Creed. You want to be Fallen Angel’s; I can
make that happen.” Growling, he walks backward climbing back
on his bike.

Ryker and I watch as they rev up the bikes and leave. Shit is
getting close to home again.

“GODDAMN IT!” Ryker screams into the air. He’s pissed. He
wants them, and now they are threatening us. This isn’t going to
end well.

“Let’s get these cameras done. We need to talk.” With a quick
nod, we get back to work.

 

Chapter 23

 

Ryker

“I want them dead. Every one of them motherfuckers. I don’t
care if I have to take them all myself.” Slamming my hands
down on the table, I’m pissed. I want these assholes dead, once
and for all.