Ryder's Last Run (Dueling Dragons MC Series)

by Rose Dewallvin

  Since I didn’t have my eye on crazy bitch, she was able to slap me once across the face. I turn about five sides of crazy in two seconds. “You fucking bitch!”

  I lunge for her and feel an arm wrap around my waist. Tank grabs Bambi and carries her crazy ass out of the room.

  “You bitch! I will fucking get you. You can’t step between a father and son. I won’t let you do this to our son, Ryder!” I hear her scream as Peggy Sue closes the door, and it is just Ryder and I left alone for the first time in two months.

  “Let go of me!” I scream at him and he does. I pop out of his arms and turn so fast to slap him that I’m a little dizzy. I lose my balance. Ryder steadies me and I lock eyes with the man that still holds my heart.

  “Please, don’t touch me right now.”

  ****

  We sat in the office for the last hour or two not really saying much of anything. Ryder has tried to talk to me but I have just shrugged off his words. He’s been trying to convince me that he was fine, just a lot of shit has happened. He doesn’t know yet that Marko has given up his little secret.

  He reaches over to touch me and I feel the first tear break the barrier and slide down my cheek. “I waited for you. You made me promise; you gave me a ring. Then, the second you think I am gone, you move on.” I start to sniffle while I try to keep myself from a full on breakdown. “How long have you known?”

  It’s a simple question but it is almost like he knows what is going to happen because his whole body goes stiff.

  “Don’t you fucking think if I knew about this bullshit that I would have told you? Huh? Do you know realize that I fucking love you just as much, if not more than you love me? You feel me?” I start to cry a little bit harder. “That stupid fucking bitch Bambi never got in contact with me and, to make it even fucking worse come to find out, Flem, someone that I thought was a brother, had been keeping this fucking secret for the last seven years.”

  Wow, he has changed. He may not see it, but I can see it and feel it. Honestly, it is a little scary. He is just so rigid. He’s standing with his back to me and I can see all of the muscles constrict and flex in his back.

  “Faith…”

  “Yeah…”

  He turns to face me; his face is stone cold. He slinks toward where I am sitting on the edge of the desk. He steps up to my legs and starts to push them apart. The better part of me knows that we shouldn’t be thinking about this right now, but the other part of me misses him so much. I miss the feel of his body next to mine. I miss Ryder.

  “Tell me you love me. Tell me that we will be okay, that you love me and that you won’t ever fucking keep anything from me!”

  He reaches up, grabs the back of my neck, and slams his lips to mine. I can feel the intensity in his kiss. The second I start to taste blood, I open my mouth and let him have what he needs. If I keep denying him, it will only be worse.

  He pushes me back on the desk; I lie back with him because I miss this. I miss us. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and that’s when I realize this is going somewhere that I don’t know if I am comfortable with.

  “Ryder, wait. Slow down babe.”

  He growls and grabs my wrists from around his neck and slams them on the desk. What the hell is going on with him?

  “Ryder, please.” My voice shaking.

  “Don’t fight it. You know you want this. You know you want me to bend you over the end of this desk and fuck the shit out of you.” He reaches down and starts to unzip my pants.

  Faith, you need to stop him! This isn’t your Ryder. This is someone else! My brain is in freak out mood along with my body.

  I try, thrashing my arms back and forth to get him to loosen his grip on my wrists, but it doesn’t seem like he is going to let up. He brings his lips back down to mine and kisses me. I taste the sting of the metallic from the blood. Why is he being like this?

  I feel him let go of one of my hands but it’s engulfed with the other before I can do anything. He harshly rubs his hand over my tits and it hurts so badly. I start to sob.

  “Ryder why are you doing this? I thought you loved me.”

  He brings his hand down to my hip and just as fast as it started, he is slumped on top of me. I feel his breath on my neck and that’s when I feel his body shake. Is he crying? I don’t care if he is hyperventilating I want him off of me.

  “Ryder, get off of me!”

  I thrust my hips up and catch him off guard and end up knocking a little bit of wind out of him. He stands up.

  “What the fuck was that for?”

  “What the fuck was that for?”

  This is the first time since the start of this situation that I get a good look at Ryder’s face; I realize that the blood is from him. He has a busted lip and a huge black eye that looks like it could have been the equivalent of hamburger at one point.

  I jump off the desk and step toward him.

  I stop where I am and start to straighten out my shirt and pants. I grab some tissue from the top of the desk and start to wipe off my face, I am sure it looks wrecked from kissing Ryder.

  “FUCK!” He kicks the little side table next to the couch in the office. I jump and put my hand over my mouth to try and stifle the gasp that comes out when the table hits the wall and shatters into a bunch of little pieces. “Do you realize what the fuck I have been through? Do you have any fucking idea?” he growls with his back towards me.

  “No, I don’t. But if you give me a chance, I can understand why you…” I don’t get a chance to finish what I am going to say because Ryder picks up the glass dish sitting on the coffee table and throws it across the room. It hits the wall and shatters just like the table.

  “Ryder, please. Stop. You’re scaring me.”

  Within about five minutes, it looks like a bomb has gone off in whoever’s office this is. “Do you feel better?” I ask Ryder as he stands leaned into a wall with his back to and me and his arms over his head.

  “Fuck off,” he bites out.

  “Fine. If you’re going to be like this and shut me out and not talk to me, then I will fuck off.” I walk over to him and start to take the ring off. I want nothing to do with his pity party or drama.

  I get about five feet from him and he turns around. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He looks down at my hands and sees that I am taking my ring off.

  “Listen, I know that you’re going through some shit right now and look, I understand. But I am not going to stand here and let you treat me like a piece of shit. You either tell me what the hell is going on with you or I am done.” Nope, I am not going to be the one to get hurt out of this. “Besides, I saw you all over that skank when I walked in. Go find her.”

  I take the ring off and try to hand it to him but he steps back. “Do you wanna know what the fuck happened to me? Or do you even care anymore?” I sigh and drop back on my heels and cross my arms under my breasts.

  “I was locked away. I was forced to fight. I was told that if I didn’t fight, they would hurt you. That bitch that you saw hanging off me, well, that is a part of my past that I wish would have stayed fucking buried. But she is a fucking two bit whore who hid my son from me for seven goddamn years.”

  Son? Ryder has a…son… Whoa… This is a slap in the face for sure.

  “That little boy that was in the common room, that’s a product of me. She got her dumb ass into some shit with the club and couldn’t shake it.” He scrubs his hand over his head, which I have noticed, is now shaved.

  “I’m also being patched in as the President of the Dueling Dragons MC. I am done trucking. I had federal charges but the fucking Russians,” he growls out, “paid off my charges. But the one thing I did lose besides…” He lets out a defeated sigh, “you. Is my Commercial Driver’s License, I can’t drive big rig anymore. I am going to take over as Prez and make my money that way. Live for the cut, die by the cut. Baby, that’s how my life is gonna be now. You feel me?”

  “What does that mean, you’re g
oing to be Prez?” I did not sign up for this bullshit. I love Ryder and all but I never told him I would take all this shit on. I am only twenty-one years old; I am not parent material right now. I know that they do illegal shit, how is that going to be a good environment for a little boy to grow up in.

  “Well, you see…” He steps closer to me, grabs my hand, and lifts his other to my face. “What that means is that you’re going to be my old lady. In all walks of life. We will get married just like we planned before all this other bullshit happened and you will stand behind me from this day forward.”

  “What do you mean stand…” I cock my head to the side and look at him. “Behind you? Wouldn’t I stand next to you?”

  He scoffs a little bit and steps back in his stance a little bit.

  He scoffs a little bit and steps back in his stance a little bit. “Yeah, I mean you will stand behind me on any choice I make in life; it’s what an old lady does. You will keep me fucked, sucked, and happy. You feel me?” He looks at me with the coldest stare ever.

  “Are you serious, Ryder? You really mean that?”

  “You’re a fucking prick, Ryder Porter. I wish you had never come back. I hate you!” I take the ring and throw it in his face. “Did you hear me? I. Hate. You.” I spit at him, spinning on my toes and walking rather fast from the office, slamming the door behind me. I don’t care what that prick has to say, he has changed. He isn’t the Ryder that I fell madly in love with. He is a shell of who he was.

  “What the hell happened in there?” Peggy comes walking up to me the second I get out the office door. “You look like hell! Is that blood?” She reaches for my face and I flinch.

  “Girl, you need to come with me to check on Tucker.” She puts her hands on my hips and shakes me just like she used to when we were younger.

  “Yeah, okay. Let’s go. I need to be away from egotistical assholes right now. Baby time sounds perfect.” I try to give her my bravest smile, trying not to show that my heart is shattering into a million little pieces.

  ****

  Bambi

  “Crazy Ex-Girlfriend” starts to flood the room. Fucking Tank thinks he is a comedian or something. I saw my opening to lay the smack down on Ryder’s new bitch so I took it. I laid an openhanded smack across her face just as she looked over her shoulder at Tank and his ridiculous antics. Unfortunately, I underestimated the amount of cray cray in this bitch.

  Thank god for small favors and Ryder. He grabs her arm just as she’s lunging for me and about to go 5150 on me. I’d certainly call his hold on her arm a definite psychiatric hold. I feel arms wrap around me and I look back over my shoulder to see the fucktard Tank pulling me back to get me out of the room. I scream at the top of my lungs, “You bitch! I will fucking get you. You can’t step between a father and son. I won’t let you do this to our son, Ryder!”

  I am being carried out of the office and then practically shoved down onto the couch just as I see the door to the office slam shut and I hear the little southern bitch screaming at Ryder behind it. I see the blonde friend walk out after shutting the door on them.

  That fucking song is still blaring so I pick up the baseball bat I know they keep behind the bar. They want crazy ex-girlfriend? I will fucking show them cray cray to the tenth degree. I walk over to the jukebox and go to town slamming it with all the anger I have built up inside over Ryder. I hear the glass breaking and that stupid song abruptly stops. Thank God! I hate that song.

  Tank tackles me from the side before I know what hits me. He’s grabbed a hold of the bat. I wish I still had it. I’d hit him upside that baldhead of his. Tank yanks me up and I swallow hard. I know I am in deep shit now. He grabs my arm and tugs me to the door.

  “Marko, get the kid ready to go. I need to talk to baby mama for a few outside. Alone.” Tank is pissed, at me. Oh, fuck.

  He shoves me out the door. “Woman, you are a crazy bitch, and we don’t put up with shit like this around here. You feel me? If you ever hope to return to this club, invited, you best get your attitude adjusted. If you don’t, you will be dropping the kid off at the gate and never allowed back inside. You hear me, girl?” I nod. I definitely don’t need this gorilla breathing down my neck anymore. I decide it’s best to grab my kid and leave this place while the getting is good.

  Marko comes walking out with Ransom and he’s glaring at me. Ransom has head down and looks mad, too. Damn men! “Ransom, get in the car and get your seatbelt on. We’re leaving. Now.”

  Marko tells him, “Don’t worry, kid; you’ll be back sooner than ya know. Your old man has lots planned for you. I know he’ll call you tonight.” Ransom’s face breaks out in a smile. Damn, now he has it in his mind that Ryder walks on water or some shit. Just what I need.

  He climbs into the back of my car. Tank and Marko are standing there glaring at me and standing guard to make sure I leave. God forbid I do anything else to piss off Ryder’s crazy current girlfriend. I jump in my car and my iPod comes on and blares out my favorite song. It’s a kick ass rock rendition of the Beatles’ song “Eleanor Rigby” by Letters from the Fire. These boys know how to rock it! I crank it up to piss of Tank and Marko. I rev up the motor, peel away from the clubhouse, and give ‘em both the finger to let them both know they are number one.

  Chapter 15 -

  Ziggy

  I arrive back in Arizona with Tank, Faith, and her best friend and object of my desire, Peggy Sue, and her baby boy in tow. After several days together, it’s like we’re all one ‘happy fam damily’ now, said no biker ever. I am beyond tired after our marathon trip back. All I feel like doing is dropping into bed and sleeping for three days. I know that shit ain’t gonna happen. There is too much going on around here at the club.

  Apparently, while I was in Alabama gathering up the flock, and bringing them to safety, the shit hit the fan around here. We lost our beloved Prez to a senseless murder by one of our own trusted brothers. Bambi, the former club skank, has reemerged after being gone for a few years, and she’s got a kid in tow that apparently belongs to Ryder, and one our own brothers betrayed us and tried to take Ryder out. Ryder has returned from Russian captivity after a short stint as a MMA style fighter. Fuck. Remind me not to leave again for a while.

  I make my way to my room to unload my shit and shower and change before I meet up with Ryder, whom I’ve heard has been an asshole since his return. I don’t know the entire story just yet, but Flem said he had to pull Ryder off of Bambi and keep him from literally choking the life out of her after she told him he has a son. Can’t say I wouldn’t do the same thing to a bitch for lying and hiding a kid from me all these years. I will get the full 411 on that shit soon. For now, all I want is a shower and my bed for just an hour or two for a little shuteye.

  I am working on unpacking my shit when I hear her heavenly southern drawl from behind me. “Zeke, where are Tucker and I supposed to stay in this God forsaken place ya’ll call a club?” I absolutely love it when she calls me by my first name instead of Ziggy.

  I turn around and take in her sexy ass standing there in my doorway with her baby boy, my new favorite kid. “Well, Lil Mama, I guess you and the Lil Man will be bunking in here during your stay at Club DD.”

  She rolls her eyes and sneers at me. I know she’s playing hard to get and upholding her proper southern upbringing, but the girl wants to get to know me. I can feel her watching me when she thinks I ain’t looking and she’s checkin’ me out often.

  Peggy is still standing in the doorway of my room, almost afraid to walk further inside. She’s glaring at me. “Zeke, Tucker and I will not sleep in here with you. I am not that sort of woman. I barely know you and, for God’s sake, my son will be with me.”

  I shake my head at her jumping to conclusions about my offer for her to bunk in my room. “Lil Mama, just chill already, woman. I am giving you and Lil Man here my room. I will room with Fat Boy or Tank. Shit, woman, yes I wanna get to know you better, but I wouldn’t dare compromise your virtue. Not until you’r
e ready for me to compromise it,” I say with a huge smile on my face. She blushes. Damn, she’s beautiful when she does that.

  Peggy walks further into my room. I feel self-conscious. It’s pretty basic but I keep it clean. I have a king size bed with a black comforter and matching red pillows. The nightstands are a nice cherry wood as is my dresser. This may not be my actual home, but it’s my home away from home. I have nice taste in stuff and I wonder if Peg thinks the same. I open the closet up and tell her I will make some room for her clothing, and I tell her I do have a gun safe in the closet, but I assure her it’s locked up tight. She cringes. I know she has country blood in her. Shit, ain’t they all supposed to be all gung ho over God, guns, and love of country or some shit like that? I shrug my shoulders. “Sorry, babe, but guns are a necessity of life in my world.” I know that statement doesn’t earn me any points with her, but it’s the truth.

  Peggy sits on the bed and places Tucker on her lap; she quickly changes the subject. “So, Zeke, what am I supposed to do around here to keep myself occupied when Tucker is sleeping? I mean, I really don’t want to associate myself with some of the women around here. They seem too extreme for my liking. I am trying not to judge, but I don’t associate with trash.”

  I let out a laugh at her observation of the club whores. Leave it to Peg to be so polite about what they really are, but get a snarky jab in there at the same time. This woman is fucking awesome. “About the only thing fun to do around here is work on a bike or go for a ride.”

  I grab a bedroll out of the closet that I will use in one of the guy’s rooms to sleep on. A guilty look overcomes her beautiful face for a second or two. “Zeke, I don’t want to run you out of your room. I mean, Tucker and I can bunk with Faith in Ryder’s room or something.”

  I shake my head at her. “No, Lil Mama, you and Lil Man are going to stay in here. It’s private and quiet for him to sleep when he needs it. In addition, you can feed him in here and lock the door without worrying about being stared at. It’s no inconvenience to me, at all.”