Fueled in Fire
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Fueled in Fire
Ravage MC Rebellion Series Book Two (Crow & Rylynn Trilogy)
Ryan Michele
Copyright © 2018 Fueled in Fire (Ravage MC Rebellion Series Book Two) (Crow & Rylynn Trilogy) Ryan Michele—Wicked Words Publishing LLC
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All Rights Reserved. This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction in whole or in part, without express written permission from Ryan Michele.
This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All sexually active characters portrayed in this book are eighteen years of age or older. Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, violence and explicit language offends you.
This is not meant to be an exact depiction of life in a motorcycle club, but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain.
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1st edition published: November 27, 2018
2nd edition published: March 2, 2019
ASIN: B07K5ZLGBF
Contents
Other Books in the series by Ryan Michele
Blurb
1. Rylynn
2. Rylynn
3. Crow
4. Rylynn
5. Crow
6. Rylynn
7. Crow
8. Rylynn
9. Crow
10. Rylynn
11. Crow
12. Rylynn
13. Crow
14. Rylynn
15. Crow
16. Rylynn
17. Crow
18. Rylynn
19. Crow
20. Crow
21. Rylynn
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
Thank You!!
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This is a trilogy. If you haven’t ready Connected in Pain, please do that first. Thank you!!
Ravage MC Rebellion Series
Connected in Pain (Crow & Rylynn Book 1)
Fueled in Fire (Crow & Rylynn Book 2)
Sealed in Strength (Crow & Rylynn Book 3)
Connected in Code (Wrong Way & Hayden Book 4)
Blurb
I did it. I chose him.
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Pain is written all over Crow’s strong face. When our eyes connect, I feel it just as he does.
He was my solace once, now it’s my turn to pay him back.
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The disappointment in my father’s eyes is seared into my memory, burning deep in my soul, my family loyalty tested.
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We were given a second chance and I took it, the pull to him strong and demanding.
But leaving the Sumner Ravage MC, my home and going to Rebellion, comes at a very stiff price.
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The path chosen isn’t paved with good intentions.
The man I thought I’d fallen in love with is all a dream.
Fake. A façade.
When my eyes open, my world becomes clear.
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The lies are too big.
The betrayals too harsh.
The secrets one too many.
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His actions speak louder than his words ever have.
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And I’m a Hutton. Ravage. Fierce and strong.
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Crow did it.
Now it’s my turn …
To my Dad
You’ve been my biggest cheerleader during this writing journey.
Thank you for believing in me.
Love you.
Always and forever.
~M
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Rylynn
That look…
I knew it.
Felt it deep.
My heart broke for it on his gorgeous face. That look was what made me run and jump on the back of his bike. It was a pull, a calling to my soul. A connection.
Our connection.
Pain.
This strong, beautiful man was hurting.
He was broken in a way I’d only seen with death. Lost. Broken. The world falling around ones feet. The pleading in his eyes to me was something I couldn’t ignore.
Snapping the helmet on, I took a chance and looked under the awning of the clubhouse seeing my father. Our eyes locked, and for just a minute I questioned what I was doing. His eyes were a mask of fury as he started to come our way, no doubt ready to pull me off this bike, but I wouldn’t go with him.
I knew my father could tell this wasn’t my first ride on the back of Crow’s bike, only adding to his anger. My father could read me; hell, he could read anyone. The tick of his jaw, red face, and hands clenched were his signs of being livid. While my sister or I rarely got him to that point, I’d seen it directed at others.
I hated being the one to make him look that way. Loved my dad with everything inside of me, would do anything for him and that included taking his fury at some point in the future. Explanations would need to be made and questions answered, but right now, Crow needed me.
That simple fact trumped whatever I had to deal with later.
He had to know I’d be safe with Crow, being a brother and all, but he also knew my head was screwed on straight and no way would I put myself in any danger.
He may not know what was happening, but once I talked to him, and he got out his anger, he’d see.
Then he’d need to get over it because this was where I was supposed to be. I felt it down in my soul.
No matter what my family thought, this pull, this pain I knew Crow was feeling, I wouldn’t turn my back on him.
Couldn’t. Crow needed me, and I needed him.
Luckily, Crow gunned the bike before my father could reach us. I wrapped my arms around Crow’s middle and settled in as we took off through the clubhouse gate.
I didn’t need to know what was wrong with Crow. I didn’t need to know. I felt his pain and refused to deny the pull between us.
Whatever happened inside the clubhouse wasn’t good for Crow because he looked on the verge of killing someone or crying. Neither of which gave me good feelings. It was his stricken face though that pulled me like a magnet. The pain and anguish was written all over him bleeding out and begging for release.
As soon as our eyes connected in the parking lot, I felt that pang of whatever was killing him on the inside hit me so deep, my heart cracked for him. He said nothing, but he didn’t have to. His body told me everything I needed to know.
He was silently asking me to get on with him. His need for me burned so deep therefore leaving with him was the only option.
Plus, since the last time we spoke, I’d missed him like crazy and thought about him every damn day. Not that I’d given into every impulse I had to call him because clingy girlfriend I was not. It didn’t change the fact that I couldn’t shake him from my thoughts.
No one wanted to see someone they cared about hurt, and right now, Crow was feeling so much I didn’t think he knew exactly what he was feeling. To me it felt like a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling around him, and there was nothing I could do but hold on to him as tight as I could.
The vibe coming off him was all encompassing and if my touch helped in any way, I was hopeful and thankful to give him that.
His brothers, Brewer and Wrong Way, rode alongside us, and I caught a few glances between them along with a sho
ulder shrug. Maybe they didn’t know what happened inside, but like true brothers, they rode having Crow’s back. It made me wonder if they knew if this was planned or not.
There wasn’t a single word about Crow coming to Sumner that I’d heard about, and believe me—that would be something I’d remember.
Nor did I hear about the reason for the surprise visit. Hell, he had my number and didn’t call me to tell me himself that he was on his way here. That was a question for later. Right now, this wasn’t about me and I wouldn’t make it that way by shoving my accusations in his face. That wasn’t cool in the first place, so I locked it down tight. Me being here had everything to do with Crow and how I could help him not feel so lost.
The urge to comfort him was too strong to ignore, and my hand gave a little squeeze letting him know I was right where I wanted to be for him. It was a small gesture, but something pushed me to do it. That lost look on his face wasn’t something I wanted to see ever again.
Since our last kiss, I missed him so damn much and nothing felt better than having his heat pressed against my front, feeling the tightness of his abs flex, and the wild beast below us. Hated we had to meet up like this, but thankful all the same.
Crow’s hand came to mine on his stomach giving it a squeeze, lacing our fingers together, and holding it briefly there. That gesture made me feel damn good about my decision to get on his bike. He wanted me here with him. Wanted me to stand by him to get through to the other side.
There was nowhere else I’d rather be.
As I watched the road pass by us in a blur, we were heading in the direction of Alabama and had been on the road for a while. It was about a three and a half hour drive from Sumner to Rebellion.
I’d gone to the clubhouse to drop something off at the garage, therefore, when I hopped on his bike, I had nothing on me except the clothes on my back, the sunglasses covering my eyes, and the phone in my back pocket. I didn’t want to let go of Crow to make sure it was still there either. Other than that, nothing. Not even a quarter in my pocket. But truly I didn’t care. Crow needed me. No way I’d bitch or moan to go back and pack a bag. I’d figure it out as we went.
Dusk began to settle. The night was creeping in while the emotions still ran high. Crow flicked out his right hand, then turned off a ramp, pulling into a hotel. He cut the bike after parking and I jumped off, shaking my legs out then waited for him. My toes tingled like usual after a ride; it was a feeling that comforted my very soul. Watching Crow, his back rose and fell deep and long with his breathing. He was tense, and I had no clue what had happened.
His brothers parked their bikes next to us, each of them looking at me for some divine intervention, but I had none at this point. Being along for whatever this ride was with them.
Crow was slow to rise from the machine, but as soon as he did, he pulled me into his body, buried his head in my neck, and held me tight. I wrapped him up as close as I could, wanting to give him my strength to get through whatever this was. As the seconds ticked by and Crow hadn’t moved, the worry got stronger. I wanted to absorb his pain.
My mind though, my concern, it was growing every second. Fuck, this was bad. Had to be because a strong man like Crow didn’t get knocked down easily. It had to be a serious tick in his life to make that happen. I tried to mentally prepare myself for whatever Crow was going to throw at me because I needed to take on that heavy so he could release it. That I would gladly do for him.
“Brother?” Brewer asked, standing close, but Crow’s body didn’t move so he asked, “What’s goin’ on?”
Crow took deep breaths in and out as if calming himself. Only then did he lift from my neck standing tall, but had me tucked into his side, hand gripping on my shoulder. He was using me for stability, and fuck that felt damn good warming my soul. Strong men came in all different ways. Since my life was surrounded with them, I knew this was a big thing for him. Needing someone other than himself.
I felt honored he chose me.
Crow spoke, “Rylynn and I are gonna stay here for the night. You wanna stay or go home, that’s up to you.”
“What’s goin’ on?” Brewer asked again, this time getting closer. Wrong Way stood back, eyes glued on Crow.
Crow’s arm got tighter, my hand going to his abs. We were a damn perfect fit.
“Need time. Nothin’ for you to worry about, but I need shut-eye,” Crow responded, but Brewer wasn’t having it.
“If we need to prepare for something, we need to know,” Brewer said, but Wrong Way surprisingly said nothing. He was doing that thing my father did. The ‘searching your soul for your secrets’ thing. Crow didn’t recognize him doing it, but then again, I truly didn’t think he cared at that moment. My man was at war in his mind.
I felt Crow’s body go solid at my side. Angry waves started pulsing off him and making the confusion to take a hike in the blink of an eye. He was pissed and hurt, bleeding all over the ground, and Brewer was pushing. This didn’t seem like a good combination at all. These were his brothers though. He trusted them so I needed to also, but much more. I was going to step in front of the path they were moving into to protect Crow. Even from himself. Hope bloomed that they would get it and back off.
Brewer saw Crow’s change because I watched as his back straightened preparing for the reaction. He’d seen this side of his friend many times before and knew what was coming. Studying them both, they had a history. This was something to expect in an MC. It warmed my heart that Crow had brothers at his back who truly could read him.
“Nothin’ to prepare for. Just need time.” Crow bit out each word clipped and concise. I didn’t look up at Crow, but judging from Brewer’s face, Crow was menacing. I’d yet to see this side of him, but he was a man of mystery and knew it was somewhere in him.
He was Ravage after all. One couldn’t be a brother in the MC and not have the balls to protect the ones around him. Sometimes, doing that got really dirty, but Ravage men always handled it. After talking to Nox about my grandfather and his retribution, while I knew, I didn’t. That was a heavy weight to be on anyone’s shoulders.
Wrong Way made a decision. He came up behind Brewer and slapped him on the shoulder, giving it a squeeze, obviously feeling the angry waves. “We’ll stay here for the night. Let us know when you want to roll out and if you need anything,” Wrong Way decreed and pulled Brewer with him into the hotel all the while Brewer said something low to Wrong Way. Brewer then kept looking behind to us not wanting to give up, but eventually, Wrong Way got him inside the door and he did.
Crow grabbed a few things from his saddlebag including a folder I remembered seeing him carry out of the clubhouse, and we followed behind as Wrong Way got three rooms from the clerk.
Crow was quiet and distant. Hell, if he could be on Mars it wouldn’t be far enough for him at the moment. I didn’t like the way it made me feel. Distance between us emotionally, mentally... I didn’t know. I just knew the shit didn’t sit right. His head was so far up in the clouds, I was happy he had the forthright to stop and get a place to sleep for the night. Bad shit happened when you weren’t paying attention. Learned that lesson the hard way too.
Wrong Way handed Crow a keycard and told us the room number. On rote, Crow grabbed my hand, pulling me with him and not turning back. His brothers looked at me like I knew something they didn’t, and I just shrugged my shoulders with a wide expression because I had no fucking clue what was happening. His brothers and I were on the same page here.
We all got on the elevator together and exited on the fourth floor. Crow pulled me to a door, slipped the keycard inside and opened it, pulling me through. Brewer and Wrong Way watched us go in and said not another word.
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Rylynn
When the door clicked shut, Crow released me, shrugged off his cut, and removed the two guns he had holstered on him setting them on the table. He bent down and pulled off his boots. He gripped one of them tight as if he was going to chuck it across the room through the la
rge picture window. But he held back, tossing it to the floor instead.
He sat on the bed with his head in his hands, elbows to knees looking down on the floor. Deciding to give him a moment, I went into the bathroom, shut the door, peed, washed my hands and tried to get my hair to calm down. It was amazing what wind could do to it. Even pulled back in a ponytail didn’t help the rats nest it turned into. In reality, I was lucky it wasn’t loose, but preferred it in a long braid while riding. Finger combing helped little, so I tossed it up in a messy bun. Whatever.
My phone, luckily still in my back pocket, had missed calls, but rather than give it my attention, I turned it off and set it by the sink with my sunglasses.
Coming out of the bathroom, Crow hadn’t moved an inch. The rigidity of his frame and his unsteady breathing pulled at me like a noose wrapping tight around my neck, making the room almost stifling. He gave nothing away as how to help him.
Indecision hit me, but like I always did in life, I went for it sitting next to him, the mattress scrunching under our weight.