Taken by CHaos
By
Liberty Parker
Index
Copyright
Disclaimer
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Synopsis
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Epilogue
List of Characters
To my Readers
Book list
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Copyright
Taken by Chaos
A Rage Ryders MC Novel
Published by Liberty Parker
Copyright ©2016 Liberty Parker
Cover by Dark Water Covers
Edited by: Amanda DiPierro
Book Haven Promotions
Proofread by: Darlene Tallman
Formatting by: Liberty Parker
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Copyright Page
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Taken by Chaos (Rage Ryders, #4)
Disclaimer
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Prospects:
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Disclaimer
Please be aware this book contains graphic sex scenes and language, therefore, if you are offended by this then this book is not for you.
This book is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. Sexual content.
There is no incest or family members having sexual encounters with each other.
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Dedication
To my munchkin, Christina Gragg, you have no idea what your friendship, loyalty and willingness to always lend an ear means to me. You have become my confidant and one of the best ladies I’ve ever had the chance to know. Thank you for always being there.
Natasha Thomas, taking me under your wing and always lending me a hand and an open ear when I need advice. The best day in my career was the day I met you. You will always have my loyalty, respect and friendship.
And to my Momma, thank you for always believing in me and my dreams, always. <3
Love always,
~Liberty
Acknowledgements
Liberty’s Luscious Ladies, without your support and willingness to stand behind me none of this would be possible.
My sister Kayce Kyle for being my biggest supporter and never letting me give up on myself.
Ebony Simone McMillan, other than a huge thank you for being the best PA a girl could have I’d never make it through without your support. You will always have my gratitude for all your hard work.
Amanda DiPierro and Nicole Lloyd who are my Book Haven Promotion team. Amanda takes on my dyslexia while editing like a pro. Never makes me doubt my disability will interfere with my readers love of the Rage Ryders MC. Nicole who spends her days pimping and promoting Authors. She has children and a husband but always finds time to not only share my books but her heart and ear as well. The day I met you Nicole was a turning point to both of our futures.
To my readers, thank you for dismissing my flaws and supporting my adventures with my characters. Without you and your support I would’ve quit writing a long time ago with all the evilness that lurks in the indie author community. Some have no morals and are out to hurt authors with their vile words and heartless comments. You keep me strong.
To all my pimpers…Vicky Deviney Chesley, Shanna Blanton, Kori Toth-Grey…Thank you ladies for all you do.
Synopsis
When two souls are meant to find each other, it doesn’t mean it’s an easy road to get there. When Travler and Kaci met, it wasn’t love at first sight it was a kinetic force too strong for either to resist. But resist is exactly what they did for years.
Travler’s childhood isn’t filled with fond memories of loving parents and running wild and free. It was learning to deal with addicted parents and fear of the unknown. The only person in his life he ever loved and didn’t fear was his twin Tumbler. Trust isn’t something known, love is foreign. Until her, until Kaci.
Kaci and her twin Kassi were thrown into boarding school by her father who wanted her outside of his MC life. Trying to protect his daughters did nothing but push them away from him. Kaci learned to love men in the wrong way. She trusts too easily until he hurts her one too many times. Then she decides to live wild and free with no emotions and definitely not love. Until he decided it was time. Time to push their past and hurts aside.
Can two emotionally damaged souls come together as one or is their past too damaging to let them heal and love each other.
Prologue
Kaci
My life is full of woulda, shoulda, coulda’s. I am one of the daughters of the Rage Ryders wayward VP, or should I say used to be VP. Sniper, my father, who couldn’t handle the death of his lifelong best friend King. During his reprieve, he’s been voted out and Tic has been voted in as his replacement. My twin sister Kassi and I have been pushed aside our entire lives. Dad couldn’t be bothered with two daughters when he had his protégé. His precious son - Ryder. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my big brother. He’s been the best brother in the world to us. Ryder loves me and Kassi with all his heart and puts his all into the role of big brother. That’s about ninety-nine percent more than I’m used to and we’re having some issues with control. He thinks he needs it with us and we think he needs to back the fuck up and let us live our lives – the way we want to, not the way he wishes, or demands us to.
He’s been watching me and paying more attention to me a lot lately. You see, I’m in love with one of his club brothers. One of his closest friends also. Travler. Just saying his name makes me weak in the knees. I’ve been in love with him sinc
e the first time I laid eyes on him. I was home during a holiday break from my boarding school, yea, I was that kid. He looked at me and the world around me stopped moving, like it does in the movies when something important happens and slowly, very slowly, everything else around you is in slow motion, but lately I’ve noticed Travler’s been watching me back. He’s become a shadow to me, becoming one of my best friends and it’s scaring the crap out of me. I’m nervous he’s going to discover I’m not as sweet and innocent as he thinks. He’s been spending a lot of time with me at my home, we share dinner’s and movies every single night. It’s like we’ve known each other our whole lives. The excuse he’s using is that clubhouse living is becoming harder on him with everyone constantly around. He’s always been a stay at home, prop your feet up, and read or watch the tube type of guy. When he’s not working for the club or one of its business’. If, and that’s a big if, my dreams are coming true, and Travler is noticing me, and not that of Ryders little sister. It will be the first thing in a long time to make me feel beautiful and wanted.
I pray that I will be Travler’s. His lover, his confidant and his Ol’ lady. First however, for you to understand mine and Travler’s relationship, I should go back seven very long years. Since just a few weeks ago, I graduated college. It was the year I turned sixteen that that man knocked me down and stole my heart. Dad decided that was a good summer for us to come home for break, instead of taking a summer program our boarding school offered. You know, for those kids whose parents didn’t want them at home. Dealing with the hassle of having kids underfoot was just too much for some. Our dad usually took upon himself making sure we weren’t around. As you can tell, I don’t have the best relationship with my father. Shit, I have no respect for him, who could with a ‘Dad’ who’d rather his daughters be someone else’s responsibility and problem than his own – prime example of someone who isn’t someone I feel deserves any type of respect. Especially when his own daughter or daughters were too much of a headache to raise.
Kassi, my twin sister, and I had just gotten out of the cab at the clubhouse, which brought us from the airport. That’s right you heard me, we didn’t even get a ride home from anyone, family by blood or family by club. Which first and foremost pissed both of us off. Hurting our feelings. Secondly, my question is, when does a club not come and escort family home? We felt special and loved. –NOT!
This was my breaking point where it came to my daddy dearest. My obsession with Travler only continued to grow. I knew obsession with the man would only lead to my heartache, which it did. Hearing from Skylar, whom I remained close to, how he’d become a man whore and loved the club babes did nothing but bruise my ego and self-worth. I realize how much younger I am than him, five years to be exact, it should’ve made sense to me that it was a huge deciding factor for him. But being young and dumb all it did was drive me in another direction I’m not too proud of. I had to prove to myself that I was beautiful and worth the trouble. So, I became a whore, slut or whatever you wanna call it in my own right.
The few more times I did come home and watch him with one of the babes only sealed to me in my fragile mind, that I wouldn’t ever be seen as woman enough for him. I would forever be his brother / friend’s little sister for as long as he and I lived this wonderful life. That’s how in my mind I could excuse my behavior whenever an attractive male caught my eye. He couldn’t just be anyone; I was picky in my endeavors. So, it’s not the men I have to keep count of, it’s the amount of times I used their bodies to forget my woes of me mentally. I became a horny, slutty teenager and in turn found my love for all things sex. I also found my inner diva and enjoyed the challenge of seducing men. Not boys, hell no, if I was going for broke, I was in all the way. I needed a man who knew how to get an orgasm from me. Learning how to work my body and use it to destroy the self-loathing and hatred I had, and continue to have when it comes to myself. I didn’t launch myself at just anyone thought, I had six lovers in the span of four years. And every single one of them was amazing in the bedroom and none of them were any younger than five years my senior.
The challenge of not getting caught, especially getting away with something I knew would light my dad on fire was a rush I couldn’t seem to escape from. I didn’t want to escape it though; I was punishing him and Travler in my mind. If I couldn’t have the man I wanted, I’d have the men I wasn’t supposed too. Seeing as I was in an all-girls environment, meant I had to get sneaky in how I picked up my men and how I had to find a way to never get caught sneaking off school grounds after lockdown had been placed for the evening. I was determined at that time to make sure I became a lover that no man would want to get rid of. I mean when I finally do find the man I want to settle down with, I want him to never want another woman the way he wants me. It would be in the best interest of his ability to stay breathing if he stays faithful to me. The men in my MC family would make sure he was broken if not dead if he ever strayed from me. To the men of the MC, most of us ladies were princess’, and no matter how wrong we were, or how horrible we acted, no one could hurt us in any way shape or form, unless he either enjoyed a free face-lift or didn’t value his life. But now that I’m home permanently, my relationship with Travler has done a complete three sixty. And this is where my love story with Travler begins. It’s not perfect and not always pretty, and at some points downright ugly. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s the way it’s meant to be, our stars finally aligned and allowed me to experience the most beautiful and heartbreaking love story.
Travler
The very first time I laid eyes on Kaci is a day I will remember the rest of my life. She was too young for me, that didn’t mean I didn’t appreciate the view. She was and still is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Not to short-just right, not to thin-perfect frame, and her eyes, her damn eyes capture my attention every time I encounter her. For years, I’ve fought my attraction to her. She was my VP’s daughter and one of my best-friends’ little sister. I walked a thin line of respect for my brothers and the lust I felt for her.
What kind of man would I be if I didn’t admire the view? It’s not just her looks though. It’s her god damned sassy mouth. She sets me on fire every time she opens her mouth and shoots fire at me when I piss her off, which seems to be more than not, then and now. I can’t help it; I must admit I set her off on purpose often. What can I say? She makes my dick hard. I know even as she gets older that I may want her, but I didn’t deserve her then and I don’t deserve her now. My childhood taught me one thing, I am nothing but a good brother and a hard worker. Lust is the only thing I believe in, love-shit, my parents showed me how well that works. They hated each other more than they loved each other. Even worse, Tumbler and I were their punching bags, literally.
More often than not, me more than my brother. I tried to protect him from as much evil in the world as I could. He still had hopes of love and all that bullshit. I lost the ability to love around the year I turned ten. I stayed home one summer while he went off with Kid and his family for a vacation. One of us was told we had to stay home and the other could go. Being Tumbler’s protector I volunteered to stay home. Fuck, I wish I hadn’t, but then again what happened to me that summer I would never wish on my worst enemy little alone my twin. That summer is what drew the line in what love could do to you.
So, as I fell for Kaci the first time I saw her, I knew I could never have her. Therefore, I used every damn club whore I could find to use as her replacement and the things I wanted to do to her luscious body. Was I proud of the way I hurt her? No, but at the same time I was always protecting her. From me. Wish I had known then that in the future, love would smack me upside the head and I would’ve never put either one of us through the fuckin’ heartache and devastation we would go through to get where we end up. All the good I would learn outweighs all the evil I had known as a child. Kaci ends up being the best thing that ever walked into my life. Protecting her-protecting me I only end up hurting us both.
For that I will always have regrets. But damn, the break in the shield I had placed around my heart all these years was worth the demolition Kaci caused.
Chapter 1
Kaci
I am finally home and have bought my first house. Rub a dub-dub I can’t wait to soak in my tub. It’s a huge garden tub that I could fit me and someone of the male variety and have a ton of fun. The excitement is filling me with joy. I have been unpacking all day long and my bones are weary. Thank goodness for my brother Ryder and the guys. There’s no way I could’ve gotten all the furniture I bought moved in and set up on my own. My huge step-up mahogany bed alone would’ve taken me days to put together. It’s huge! And I love every inch of it. I feel a sense of pride in my accomplishment to be able to purchase my first home without anyone else’s help.
I own my own business that has no ties to the club, no one to boss me around. I am a graphic designer and absolutely love my job. I make my own hours, shit if I don’t want to work a couple days out of the week there’s no one around to bust my ass. I fell in love with graphic designing when I took a pre-college course in High School. I took to it like a fish in the water. My senior year I started out small, making covers for self-published authors and now I make more money in a year than my brother makes in six months.
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