Welcome to Hell (Ops Warriors Book 7)

by Harley McRide

  Welcome to Hell

  Ops Warriors MC

  Book Seven

  by Harley McRide

  Published by JK Publishing, Inc.

  © Copyright April 2017 Harley McRide

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  ISBN #978-1-370-0-53636

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  Dedication

  Ops Warriors was the first series I ever wrote, the characters in them are all so important to me. I am very protective of this series, and while there are some things in them that everyone may not like, I truly let my characters tell their own story. When I write, especially these books, I don’t need to think about anything, it’s not hard, or stressful. That being said, I understand as well how attached you have all become. Shady, Harmony, and Freedom are my original Lady Riders, through all the books they have entertained and shown what a real female is made of. These characters have become like my own family, and this book they have attempted to take over a little since they are trying to protect their men. Please have patience while you may not all like what is in these books, you will hopefully understand why it is happening.

  Since I started this journey of writing, I have met some of the most amazing women. They have supported me through a lot, especially my recent illness. In January, due to a doctor prescribing me too much Prednisone, I developed Diabetes 2. I was very sick, my blood sugar dangerously high, I lost my sight for a while. It was hard for me since I love to write to suddenly not be able to. But every day I had someone messaging me, asking how I was, or just to make me laugh. I am pretty sure I would have gone crazy if not for this group of women! Michelle and Caroline, you know I love you guys. And the ladies from the Harley, Carson, Wren, and Rayne Group on Facebook! You are forever my friends, and I cherish your support!

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Epilogue

  Books by Harley McRide

  Excerpt from Rain’s Fall

  About the Author

  Prologue

  There were two things that Rebel ‘Taz’ Maquire knew, one was that she didn’t give two shits about what people thought of her, and two, if anyone voiced their opinion she would shove it up their ass. She learned long ago that it didn’t matter what the fuck happened in life, it was up to you to make it better or be a pussy and curl in a corner and die. Rebel would never give up, ever. Which was why it led her to where she was currently going, the Ops Warriors business—Bitches 2. Rebel had heard a lot about the women who used to work at the original strip club, Bitches, hell, they were legends in San Diego right now. Shady, Freedom, Treat, Rain, all of them were now Lady Riders, which meant one thing to Rebel, she was going to belong again.

  Rebel had grown up in an MC Club. Her father, Tegan ‘Chains’ Maquire, the President of the Blood Eagle MC in New Orleans, LA. Her mother, Lindy ‘Snoopy’ Maquire, had been the perfect old lady. Growing up, she had it all, and would still have it all if the Black Hearts MC wouldn’t have destroyed it. She had been the Princess of Blood Eagle and damned if she hadn’t grown into her name. She knew the ins and outs of the MC world since she had witnessed the good and the bad. Her parents’ club had walked the line between legal and illegal. They made their money various different ways, but mostly they made it by gambling, and no not a casino. They were for lack of a better word bookmakers and dealt only with illegal betting. It paid the bills and was still paying the bills for the club, but her father, though still in charge, was doing it alone, her mother was dead. That was why Rebel was in San Diego, she was going to get her revenge, and the Ops were the only way to do it.

  It happened when she was sixteen. Rebel was a good name for her because she did like to run wild, but her mom, well...her mom kept her in line. But on the night that her father and his brothers were out on collections, the Black Hearts thought they could come into their compound and take what was theirs, and her mom didn’t let it fucking happen. She lost her life defending the club money, old ladies, and the club children, all who had been left behind at a Cajun boil. The bastards had attacked women and children.

  Rebel grimaced as she ran a hand across her stomach. It was her only hesitation when she applied to Bitches 2, would her scars automatically exclude her? Thankfully the answer had been no, especially since her costume covered it, mostly. What it didn’t cover, her tats did. She had gotten them to cover the reminders of that day. Her plan was going to work, it had to because Rebel wasn’t going home until she could tell her dad she had killed the motherfucker she witnessed kill her mother. He was a dead man, she just needed to find the fucker.

  Pulling open the door to the strip club she had been hired at just last month, she sighed. The other women who were hired with her had gone for a drin
k with Rebel the night they announced their choices. It seemed like a good thing to do and Rebel had been glad, not only had she learned about the Lady Riders, but she had also made some new friends she hadn’t had in a long time. Silk, Paris, Tequila, and Blue were all there for various reasons, but mostly, because they all wanted to belong to the Lady Riders, and this was the way to do it. Their leader, Shady, spent a lot of time in the club. It was made clear none of the dancers were ever to be a club whore, ever, if they did, they were fired. No one who worked for the Ops Warriors was sluts. Those women the guys picked up and kept around until they were tired of them.

  It was the reason Rebel respected the Bitches, even though they were strippers, or as Kink liked to call them, hoochie dancers. The respect given to them mostly because of how they got there. The interview process wasn’t a normal one when applying to be a dancer at Bitches 2. Sure they wanted to see you dance, which they all could. But they also asked questions and were given drug tests, VD tests, and background checks. Rebel and the rest of the girls were told flat out, they didn’t fuck anyone from the club unless they were sober and they talked to Shady about it first. Everyone was going to be on the same page. Rebel didn’t have a problem with that. She wasn’t here to fuck one of the guys. She was here to make sure when the Ops went up against the Black Hearts, she was right fucking there to help. Plus, she wanted to make a new home for herself. Her father had his club, she wanted her own. The Blood Eagle MC held too many bad memories. But two men, Shark and Blade, were making it hard on her. She knew they were interested in her, and she was interested in them, but it was never going to happen. She had something she needed to do, and honestly, it meant a fuck of a lot more than a lay.

  Rebel wasn’t surprised by the relationships the Warriors had with their women, being in the biking life, nothing really shocked her, hell, there had been more than one ménage in her father’s club. So that wasn’t a turn-off. It was because they were bikers, and because of that, she knew they would have a hard time with the type of woman she was. Rebel made no excuses or apologies for being a mean bitch, and she would never be a shrinking flower like some old ladies. She noticed the Lady Riders were a lot like her, but she was still watching. She had seen them with the Warriors and knew the guys respected them. What she didn’t know was if it was all just surface, if the guys really allowed them to do things a real club would do, and until she had that question answered, nothing was going to happen.

  “Hey, girl,” Maxi said when she walked in the door. She liked Maxi, hell, she liked all the Warriors.

  “Max,” Rebel said and hit the bar he was standing behind cleaning glasses. “Bike’s out front, can you watch it for me? I only need to pick up my check, and I am outta here for two days.”

  Maxi snorted and said, “Yeah, girl, I got it.”

  She was wearing her normal attire, a pair of tight jeans with holes in them, a black Bitches 2 tank that showed off not only her tats, but also her tits, which to her were her best attributes, and her HD steel-toed boots she wore when she rode her bike, which was every day, even in the rain. That was one thing she loved more than life itself—her bike. She named her Pussy Cat when she first got her because she purred. An HD 1200 Custom Sportster with a black tank and sky blue custom design on it. She was her baby, and Rebel did not fuck around with her bike.

  Rebel was going to drive up the coast, several of the Black Hearts were seen just up the road in Los Angeles buying some parts, so she was going to check it out. Her father’s VP, Sonar, called her last night. If something were going down, she was going to be ready, but also, it was a prime way to get her foot in the door of the Lady Riders, and Rebel was not going to miss this chance.

  When she hit the office and grabbed her check, she saw the two men she had been thinking about walking into the club, and she paused. Fuck, she couldn’t just walk by them, they would ask her what she was doing like always, and dammit, she sucked at lying. So either she told them, which meant all of the Warriors would know what she was up to, or she could sneak out the back. Biting her lip, knowing she was being a chickenshit, it didn’t stop her. She snuck out the back door and ran around the front to her bike.

  Chapter One

  Vince ‘Shark’ Maloy stepped into the large warehouse and turned to his best friend, Steph ‘Blade’ Mugreen. “They want us to open a bar in this fucking mess of a place?”

  Blade snorted, and Shark looked around incredulously. The place was a mess. Although down the street from Bitches 2, their President Creed wanted a bar as well. The base was close enough, he wanted a SEAL bar to be opened. Although they all knew Bitches 2 would draw the military men, they wanted a place for the SEALs to call their own—something. Apparently, that had been lacking in the area.

  Shark and Blade had grown up together, served together, and were closer than most brothers. Their families were just as close, raised in upper Washington State. They had grown up around bikers, their dads were both in one still. They had long ago forgiven the two for joining the Ops instead of their club. Being home for a few weeks, they had time to finally talk to their parents about what had been going on. Hell, they even looked alike. Both standing over six foot four, both had wide shoulders that tapered down to their smaller waists, their mothers had found humor in the fact that they looked like bookends. Long blond hair tied back into leather wraps, five o’clock shadow at any time of the day, and handsome gruff looks that made most women cream their panties when they saw them. But, it was their eyes that got them the most attention, Sharks were vibrant green, while Blade’s were deep blue. It made them all the more appealing, especially when women realized they were a packaged deal.

  When they were growing up Shark and Blade had been inseparable because of that, their parents always knew where they were. When one got into trouble, they both did. As they got older, both sets of parents gave up trying to introduce them to other kids, it never worked. Their bond had been unbreakable. It just carried through to adulthood. They enlisted together, were stationed together, and fought together. So when they got out of the military, they knew they were going to join the same club, neither had actually thought about it, it just was. Their fathers would have welcomed them home and would have given them the club, but neither of them wanted it. They didn’t want the headaches of being the President of a club, so they made a choice, and it was one they never looked back on. The Ops were their brothers, their family, and they both knew their parents respected that. Besides the fact, they seriously hated the fucking rain, and that was all it did in Washington.

  The two had just gotten back from a run up there for the Warriors and were finally ready to settle here in San Diego since the Ops had moved here. They had been busy making sure all of the orders for guns from Nevada were delivered. So they had been in and out of the compound, but they had enough time to find the woman both of them knew was theirs. She had been dancing the first time they saw her, and that was it, both of them knew it. The sad part was, there was nothing they could do until now. Neither of them wanted to start something they couldn’t finish, so they waited, let her get used to them. Talked to her, and made sure every fucking man knew she was theirs. They did this by making sure all the Ops watched her while they were gone. So far, none of their brothers had questioned the fact they put a claim on her, but they would, and both were ready for it.

  “Hey, at least we’re back managing the bar instead of being on the road all the time. Leaving Nevada and not settling down here sucked. The brothers are probably more than ready to have us back, putting too much on their plate when it was full in the first place,” Blade said.

  Shark nodded and continued to look around at the large space. He had managed the bar in Nevada, and Blade had been his assistant. They worked well together, always had, but in Nevada Lucky’s had prospered under their management. “I agree, but our house is done, by this time next week, we could have contractors in here getting it ready. And Rebel will know she is on borrowed time. Creed and Fork said Harmony an
d the Lady Riders have been taking an interest in all the dancers at Bitches 2. Seems they are on the lookout for fresh blood as well.”

  “Are you fucking serious?” Blade growled, and Shark grinned.

  “Should make things interesting.”

  “Shit, we do not need interesting, we need for just one woman in the club to not be corrupted by the Lady Riders,” Blade snapped, and Shark shook his head.

  “Come on, let’s get this shit done.”

  Blade nodded and then pulled out the blueprints and laid them on the ground and said, “Well, here is what Lucky’s looked like, and while the whole country theme worked there, it’s not going to work here.”

  “Thank God,” Shark said slowly. “If I saw one more hay bale it would be too soon. I also don’t miss the smell of some of those men who came in.”

  “Fuck yeah. Now, I think though, we don’t go modern, we appeal to retired and current military members,” Blade said, and Shark nodded. The two spent the rest of the afternoon making plans on how they wanted the bar set up. Several of the brothers came in and out, checking things out, and giving their opinions. Which eventually led to Shark and Blade walking to Bitches 2 to talk to Maxi and Kink about a few things, plus check on Rebel.

  When they walked in, both men paused and looked at the stages. The women were new, although they both missed the Lady Riders who could fucking dance. Shit, with everyone claiming the women these days, they needed to get new blood in here, and evidently, they had. The women on stage were high quality too, and since the tables around the place were full at three o’clock in the afternoon, that said a lot. Especially since the drinks were flowing as well, the two men watched as Kink and Maxi both worked behind the bar instead of having someone else do it. Once again, it said a lot about the jobs they were doing. Coming to San Diego had been the best move the Ops had made, and they were both realizing it more and more as they saw how happier, relaxed, and generally just more cohesive they all were.