Taken by Rage: Rage Ryders MC

by Liberty Parker

  I breathe in and out bringing deep drags of air into my lungs trying to fill them back up after feeling all the air leave them as panic set in while my thoughts were running wild through my head. As I start feeling more like myself I stand straight and grab my hair with my fist at my temples trying to get a thought, just one thought to stay so I can think things out clearly instead of letting all of the what ifs and could happens leak their way out. I feel a set of strong arms wrap around me tightly and a brass voice, I’ll never tire of whisper in my ear, causing goose bumps to spread throughout my body.

  “Are you runnin from me Angel?”

  “Needed air Tic, I felt like I was losing my mind with all the fearful thoughts taking over.”

  “Give us a chance Angel, don’t scamper off like a scared bunny just yet, promise me.”

  “Tic” I whisper.

  “Promise”

  “I promise”

  “Now swear”

  “I swear”

  “Now tell me you love me still”

  “I love you still, then, now and always till the day I take my last breath on this earth”

  “There’s the brave girl, woman I know and fell in love with. Am in love with and will always be in love with.”

  “God Tic, whatever happens, promise me you’ll always take care of our little diva. Promise.”

  “I promise you, but the day you die, will be because I no longer live on this earth. I’m waitin in our eternal resting field for you.”

  “Tic, I’ve always known somehow we’d end up in each other’s arms again. I just hoped it would be safer for us than it is now.”

  “I’ll get us their Angel, I promise, I’ll get us there. Believe in me, believe in us.”

  “I believe; I’ll always believe”

  I just hope my love, promises and beliefs will keep him strong, safe and me alive and Tic out of jail. One of us needs to be here to raise our precious little diva. I hope and pray it’s both of us, sharing our love, with not only her, but each other, and hopefully more children. If nothing else,

  I’ll sacrifice myself for him and her both. I will never let the man, who’s my father, ever touch or hurt my daughter the way he did me when I was too young to protect myself. I don’t have my mother’s conditions; I am aware of everything that happens around me. I’ll kill him before he steps one foot near my daughter!

  When we made it back to the house and gave Kaci the all-clear, we busted through the door busting up laughing. We all hurried to our rooms to change and hide all the evidence of our daring act today. We pulled it off, but we still need to get away with it and look as innocent as possible until we get our chance at Ryder. Apparently, their adventure was very successful and there is a celebration tonight for Cassidy’s safe retrieval and a retribution on my-behalf, even though I never asked for it.

  Apparently that isn’t my choice or decision to make. Muscles’ had disrespected not only the club, but my Ol’ man and father as well. It was them, all of them seeking it for themselves, not necessarily me. Crazy how that shit works, but this party is on the women who were affected by the son-of-a-bitch.

  I don’t know if I will ever understand these men’s caveman type excuses or tendencies. I’ll take Sky’s advice and not try to figure it out, she says the headache isn’t worth the muscle strain of trying to figure out the way the club men’s brains work. There is no rhyme or reason to their actions or thought process. Us lowly women are just supposed to swoon over the fact that they protect us at all cost and we pretend they do nothing wrong.

  At least in front of the brothers, at home in the privacy of our rooms is a different story. That’s one situation I plan to start taking more advantage of, I’m tired of Kid playing the devil’s advocate for me. I don’t want everyone keeping me in the dark and running around whispering behind my back to keep me safe. How are we women supposed to feel safe if we have no clue what were in danger of in the first place? If there is danger and not just a vivid imagination the guys have that they’ve made one up.

  We hurried through our routine of hiding evidence, getting ourselves presentable to welcome the guy’s home from their trip. I’m glad Tic called giving me a heads up and we weren’t caught red-handed with the evidence. I’d never get Ryder, he’s already suspicious by nature and watches everyone and his surroundings at all times. It’s why Sadie girl and I are counting on Sky to keep him ‘entertained’ while we work on his revenge, whatever it may be when we decide.

  Sky wants it to be really good, I don’t want it to be any worse than Travler’s. I’m not singling Ryder out just because he’s Sky’s man and she wants a little prank time. That’s between her and him. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll help her just like she is me. But that’s a different situation with different consequences and different discipline as far as I’m concerned. This one’s about the disrespect he showed for me and my body.

  I hurry and find my tight jeans that hang on my waist just the way Kid likes them too. They have small holes here and there from natural ware and not from design that you have to pay for these days. Mine is all natural and their perfect. Kid can’t ever take his eyes or hands off my ass when I wear these.

  Just in case Travler’s aiming his accusations at us, Kid won’t be in a mood for his shit, he’ll be ready for me in his arms. When I’m in his arms, no one’s allowed to take his joy from him, and that happens to be ME! That’s right, not even his brother’s stand a chance at those times, he will knock them the hell out and not think twice of it.

  We get a group message from Kaci as we meet in the living room ready to head to the clubhouse. We all open together after giving each other the curious look, each thinking the same thing. He’s seen his bike. We all open our message and it has a picture attached of his face when he saw his bike. It was priceless and going on the website next to his bike. This picture of him alone was worth all the trouble. I get another ping and open a video attachment and watch Tumbler as he has the biggest big kid temper tantrum I’ve ever witnessed.

  That’s it, make-up’s ruined for the night because I can’t stop laughing. I have huge crockadille tears rolling down my face and I look up and my girls aren’t much better. It’s the funniest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I get a brilliant idea and sent it out to all of my club contacts from my phone, sending it anonymously out so no one knows who’s sent the message out as a group. I love my education; it comes in handy for situations such as this. Phones aren’t too much more off than computers and webbing and coding can work on any device with technology I can code, and trust me I take advantage whenever I am in need of the service.

  We grab our make-up bags and run to the car we can fix our waterwork ruined faces on the way to the clubhouse. I can’t wait to see Kid, he’s got some making up to do after our phone call and I’m gonna play the hurt act perfectly. Not a weak act, just a show of you hurt my feelings act.

  After my make-up is fixed, I switch with Sky and drive the rest of the way so she can fix hers. We are a block from the club when I hear bikes coming up on our asses, my first thought was what I was taught. Check their cuts first…check, their guys, okay, no worries. Then excitement blooms as Kid pulls up to the driver’s side and my dad by the passenger side. I give Kid the biggest smile and blow a kiss at him and start bouncing in excitement in my seat causing a smile to shine at me from my Ol ’man.

  I look to the passenger side and throw my dad a huge smile and get one in return. Before getting my ass chewed by them both when we get to the clubhouse I look ahead of me to the road. V.P pulls in front of me, what do you know, we get an escort from our family into the clubhouse. I’ve never remembered one where I was fully capacitated and had my eyes open aware of my surroundings. I think after I was rescued from Romeo, I had an escort to our house. I know I was told about it when I woke-up. Honestly, and I feel bad now that I’m thinking about it. I never asked about that conversation again, or thanked anyone for the escort home. I’ve thanked them all hundreds of times for
my rescue from my kidnappers.

  I notice everyone’s exiting the car and Sadie’s being swung around by Tumbler. I can’t even see where Sky went, I notice my dad and Kid looking at me strangely. Must be because I’m sitting here berating myself, once again. Feeling guilty for not remembering and asking about that piece of conversation, it could have meant something important to my family and I didn’t even acknowledge that they secured me and protected me all the way home. What’s wrong with me, what kind of Ol’ lady am I? Fuck!

  I noticed as I climbed off my bike, excited to get Riley in my arms and went to go get her, her facial features changed. She went from extremely excited to, I’m not even sure. Doubt, question, sadness all rolled up into one. Whatever just went through that head of hers, whatever doubt or worry she just had, I’m gonna nix that in the bud real fast. Tonight’s a celebration, and my girl is gonna celebrate me being home and being able to hold her in my arms. I’ve missed the fuck outta her and I’m gonna fight like hell to never leave her bed again, for even one motherfucking night.

  I look over to Wasp and let him know I got this and watch as he turns and walks to Ashton and wraps her in his arms. They walk into the clubhouse together, both of them looking over their shoulder at their daughter with worry on their faces. They turn their look to me and I give them a reassuring chin lift to let them know, once and for all, that I’ve got my baby doll. She’s mine now that means I take care of her physical and emotional needs and they need to allow that to happen.

  If not there’s gonna be words, and these words may put a gap in my relationship with my brother and future mother-n-law. That’s one situation I would prefer to not have to cross, but I will. She wears my patch now, not a family crest. I walk to the driver’s door and open it, squatting down where my ass sits on my feet and looking up into her eyes. I know I need to get her talking to me.

  “Baby doll, where did that beautiful smile go that I had when you saw me next to ya on the road? That was the most beautiful sight a man could come home to. Will you please tell me what happened?”

  “I was excited to be getting escorted onto the club property.”

  Okay, was that all she was gonna give me without a little nudging from me. I look into her eyes tryin to encourage her to continue on her own. She was looking straight through me as if in another place. Which I’m thinkin she is, another place inside her head. It’s time to get her out of there.

  “Riley! What’s goin on? Tell me where I lost you? I need to know, or this is gonna tear my ass all-night. Did I do somethin, did somethin happen while I was gone? I’ll take care of it baby, but you’ve got to tell me.”

  She looks into my eyes and I see a shimmer of wetness, tears she’s holdin back from me and now I truly am getting pissed. If someone did something to her while I was away, and she’s scared to go into my clubhouse. Someone’s getting their ass handed to them on a dish! No one hurts my Ol’ lady and fuckin walks around actin as if nothin’s happened.

  “Did someone fuckin hurt you while I was gone?”

  I roar, I roar it so loud that the music outside stops and the doors open as my brothers come out to see what’s goin one. Ryder and Tumbler know that I will put anyone to ground if they’ve hurt Riley, brother or not, nobody will ever hurt her again. It will be over my dead, six foot under, rotted, maggot, worm infested body before anyone ever gets to her again! She cups her hand placing it on my cheek and soothing me by rubbing my bottom lip with her thumb. My body that I didn’t even realize had been shaking immediately starts to calm.

  “Nobody hurt me Kid, none of your brothers would ever lay a finger on me. I’m so sorry if I lead you down that path to believe such a thing. It just suddenly occurred to me that I’m not a very good Ol’ lady to you. And I’m not a very good sister to your brothers. And I’m ashamed of myself.”

  I’m really confused right now, I look around at my brothers surrounding us like a wall of warriors ready to protect their brother and sister from danger. Only this danger we’re facing is an emotional stranger. They all look as upset by her statement as I am, every single one of these guys love her as much as I do. Suddenly, I’m shoved out of the way and Tic is kneeling in front of MY Ol’ lady.

  “Little sister, I have no idea what you’ve been taking or smoking to even put such a crazy idea inside that head of yours. Your brothers, all of us, we all love you. You are one of us, one of ours, our sister in every way. I would take a bullet for you, die for you the same way I would my Prez, VP, brothers, the love of my life, my Angel. The best thing I’ve ever done, my little diva. All of them, you are right there, you are in the same place as they are in my heart. Never, ever, and I’m only sayin this shit once little sister.”

  He stops and lifts Riley’s head up where she’s looking into his eyes, she’d looked down again as he’d been making his point. Tic likes to make sure his points getting across when he speaks to ya. He says the best way to know is through someone’s eyes.

  “Don’t ever, let me hear you say you’ve shamed us. You’re a damn good sister, I’m so proud of you and all you’ve overcome. I am personally proud to call you my sister. Don’t sprout that bullshit again, don’t ever let self-pity or self-doubt where it comes to your loyalty or ours leave your mouth again. Then, if you do, I will treat you as that sister you’ve become and bend you over and beat your ass! Last time for this conversation little one, honestly right now though, I want to know what the fuck made you kick this idiotic thought out your mouth.”

  Well damn, but he and I need to have words. If he thinks he’s ever touchin my girl’s ass, spankin or not, he’s got another thing comin. He can spank his own Ol’ lady, he ain’t touchin mine. I hear her sigh ready to speak so I walk closer so I can hear her lame excuse.

  “As we were being escorted in, and I parked I realized something. I realized that after I had been brought home from my kidnapping, I heard someone mention me being escorted home. I became disappointed in myself, I know I thanked everyone for rescuing me. I didn’t thank everyone for protecting me and giving me a safe journey home so Kid could hold me and give me security that I hadn’t had while I’d been gone. I just felt ashamed that I hadn’t shown you all, including my man the respect you all deserved as my brothers and the only man I’ve ever truly, loved with everything that I am.”

  Back the fuck up! I’m fixin to lay into her until I hear snuffles all the way around us. Damn, I can’t get on to her with all of these emotional women around. I promised myself I was goin to stop letting her do this shit to herself.

  “I would like to talk about how you let this situation affect this between us, as far as how it affects us in your mind. Right now though, let’s talk about my brothers and the club. Never, have one of them expected a thank you, asked for a thank you or wanted a thank you. Your escort home, was ‘cause we were all so god damned thankful you were, first off alive, second off, back with us. Thank you aren’t why they did that shit baby, they did it because they were grateful you were home where you belong. Baby doll, you were unconscious, why would we expect durin your recovery time, and climbin out of your drug induced fog, that it would be an issue. We didn’t then, or now, need a thanks. Baby doll, we only need you. All of us.”

  I didn’t stop speakin till I made my point. I wanted to make sure no one was gonna interrupt me while I was speakin to my girl, I needed this to settle, I needed it clear. She can never doubt herself where it comes to me, to us.

  She jumps into my arms and gives me the welcome home I should’ve gotten in the first place.

  “Now, that’s a welcome home I can get use to baby doll. Let’s go celebrate with our family and go home and do our own kinda celebratin.”

  And that’s exactly what we did, we partied, we fucked in my bunk room. Went back and partied some more. Went home, fucked again in the bed and then again in the shower. I swear I’ll never get enough of my girls lovin. All though, I could have kept it goin all night long, if my damn sister could have kept her fuckin screamin to a mi
nimal. Riley wanted more, my girl was horny, I couldn’t even get a boner when I was hearin my sister screamin ‘harder, please sir harder’. Nah, fuck that shit, I’ll make it up to my girl. I always do.

  Tomorrow’s important for me anyway, I have to make one of the most important decisions of my life.

  This morning started off with a flurry of activity. Kid woke me up with his head between my legs, bringing me to not only one, but three orgasms before I returned the favor taking him deeply into my throat and enjoying every moment of his taste and feeling his excitement as he gasped and moaned my name as I brought him to his own ecstasy. These are the kinds of mornings that a girl could grow old and grey and still know that she had it all with the man she loved.

  Extreme pleasure is just a plus that her man made sure she had. Surprise morning wake-up calls like that, are what alarm clocks could be replaced with for every woman and a man would have a very happy and satisfied woman on his hands and he may, possibly not have to deal with our moods when they do something so extremely stupid we want to take an iron skillet to their heads to re-start their brain.

  From my extremely pleasant wake-up call I was shoved into the shower, where he proceeded to wash my hair and body, not missing a single area on my body. Where he proceeded to tell me that Travler had told him about the condition of his bike and why’d he been late to the celebration at the clubhouse.

  I tried, I really, really tried to be the best actress I could be. That damn man decided to let his tongue coax it out of me. One glorious lick at a time to my clit and when he wasn’t torturing me there he was putting two fingers in my opening and running them through my opening and making sure to hit every nerve and my g-spot seemed to be his best-friend, or should I say best-torture way of getting information.

  I let all the women of the world down when I was in such need of that damn orgasm that I broke down and told him everything. But the reward was worth it, because when he used those magical fingers and his mouth on my clit and sucked so hard while twirling his tongue and rubbing my g-spot in circles with the tips of his fingers while putting the perfect amount of pressure there, I forgot what the fuck we’d been talking about in the first place.