Rain Falls: MC Romance (Lady Riders Book 1)

by Harley McRide

  Rain Falls by Harley McRide

  Rain Falls

  Lady Riders

  Book One

  by Harley McRide

  © Copyright May 2015 JK Publishing, Inc.

  ISBN#978-1-311-3-33698

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  Dedication

  Thank you so much to all my readers who have taken this journey with me. The Lady Riders were a dream, which by liking my characters allowed me to bring them to fruition.

  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

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Epilogue

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  Prologue

  The sun was high in the sky, showing a new beginning they all seemed to appreciate. The girls stood outside the motel, dressed and refreshed from the past two days of relaxing. Everyone had woken invigorated and ready to take on whatever was next.

  “It’s over now,” Abi said to Shady, giving her a hug. Shady looked around at the faces surrounding her.

  “Yeah. It’s over.” For the first time, she was able to fully let go of the past. Jas walked up beside them and put an arm around her. “And you, little girl, are a chip off the ol’ block,” she laughed and hugged her daughter.

  “Life wasn’t so easy growing up. So I learned how to defend myself,” she shrugged.

  “And wielding a knife like that was part of your learnings?” Shady’s eyebrows rose. Hell, she was overjoyed her little girl had sensed the evil and had secretly armed herself just incase the time came and she had needed to use it. That life—and all she’d left behind—was something she wished she could have changed for her daughter. It was a miracle she’d been born with the instincts for self-preservation.

  “Yeah. So was learning how to shoot,” she grinned.

  “Jas, I’m so sorry… If I would’ve had a way—”

  “Don’t. You found me, and I’m never gonna let anyone take me away from you again.” She smiled and hugged her tighter.

  “Not to break up this afternoon special, but we have work to do, ladies. There is a bunch of girls with nowhere to go and are gonna need a home and family after they get released from the hospital,” Chevy said, smiling at the girls around them.

  “Then, I guess we better get busy,” Red piped in. There didn’t need to be a vote or a discussion. The girls were all on board and immediately volunteered the moment they’d heard the Feds say some would have to go into protective services. Since they were out of country, and given the bloody massacre they’d just left behind, there wasn’t anyone stupid enough to tell them no. Not even Tonto or Fork.

  “Ladies? Let’s ride.” Chevy’s words had all the women of both MC clubs mounting their bikes and roaring off down the road, taking the lead ahead of their men who’d die to protect them.

  Rain rode in the back of the pack, yes she agreed with everything her friends had said and did. However, once they learned the truth about her, Shady and the others were going to fucking freak, and the worst thing was, she was going to have to tell them soon—the fucking devil had come calling, and her debt was owed.

  Yes, she had been stupid enough to make a deal with the devil, hoping and praying he wouldn’t find her for a long time. She had made sure she changed her name, and her appearance, but apparently when you had a black soul, killing people to get information was not beyond the scope of what you would do to find someone.

  The call right before she left to come to Mexico proved that. She still hadn’t dealt with the guilt she was feeling for hiding info from them. Then of course, she wasn’t certain her past was connected to this situation. Who would have thought Shady’s crazy ass family was in the skin trade. Everything happens for a reason, Rain thought then leaned over her bike and sped up. She needed to feel the air in her hair, and the freedom of the wind. Shit, she was going to have to finally talk about this shit. How would they all feel knowing she was still married to a monster?

  Chapter One

  Rain and the others pulled into the driveway of the compound. Damn, they had only been gone a short time and still it felt like forever. She pulled up next to the other women and slowly got off her bike. It was an Authentic '70s chopper, she loved it, it was a cross between old and new, custom painted with her own design. Plus it had the Lady Riders new decal on there. It was perfect.

  She pulled at her chaps and vest; they were sticking to her skin even though she was wearing jeans and a tank beneath them. First course of action was a shower.
Then she was going to ask to speak to Shady. She really needed to get this shit off her chest. The whole way back it bothered her. Even when they had stopped for two nights Rain was going to talk to her leader, but she hadn’t had the chance. Instead, she had hung out and planned with the others. They already had things in motion before they even arrived back to the compound.

  Now, she had no clue what the fuck to say. She needed time and space to actually think before she talked to Shady. Her friend was nothing if not loyal, and could look at it as a betrayal, and Rain wasn’t sure she could handle that.

  She hadn’t only changed her appearance, she had remade herself as a person, with some help of course. She cringed when she thought of the way she was brought up. In the fancy house and constant drama. Rain had longed to get the fuck out of there, and because of that, she left the morals her father taught her right at the door. If she had listened to her father before she said ‘I do’, everything would have been different. Of course, she hadn’t, why would she, Storm knew best. Arrogant and foolish, right until she discovered her soul had been turned just as black as the devil she had married.

  Sweet, shy, loving, three words never used to describe Storm Rugel. Why would they, she was a vicious bitch with no feelings. That was her past self, Rain was who she was now. It’s why she was drawn into the world of MCs. You could be whoever you wanted to be, and no one cared. They accepted you for who you were, and when she first came to the Ops Warriors she had still been a vicious bitch, but through them she learned something her father had never been able to get through her head. Redemption came easy when you had people at your back.

  With a sigh, she walked in the main house and then wandered up to her floor. Since the leaders had all decided to move into houses behind the main house, the Lady Riders had been given the whole top floor of the main building to set up. They were planning renovations, the rooms were there for them all, which was cool, but they needed a meeting room. For now, Rain had been given Shady’s old room and she loved it.

  Moving to the shower, Rain dumped all of her clothes on the floor, ignoring them. She needed to wash away the dirt and grime from the road, but she also wanted to be clean when she talked to Shady. Maybe it was stupid, but for some reason Rain thought it mattered.

  The shower she shared with Treat, whose room was on the other side of hers. As she entered into the hot shower, she grimaced when the water hit her sore muscles. Rain. She grinned, she loved her name, she had changed it when she ran away and thought it suited her. Yeah it was a play on her real name, but to her Rain meant she was washing away all the bad shit, and coming out fresh, just like the air after a good storm. At least that is what she hoped.

  She slid her hand down her well curved but toned body. She wondered if anyone could still recognize her anymore. When she was Storm, she was voluptuous; Rain worked her ass off to get fit. The only thing that stayed the same was her tits, thank God. Being an erotic dancer, if you had small tits, you had small tips. She ran a hand over her long, thick, very expensive, bottle blond hair. Her eyes, which used to be hazel, were now flashy blue with the help of contacts. Finally, she finished showering and got out quickly so she didn’t use all the hot water.

  Dammit, she hated thinking about this shit, and she hated even more that she was going to have to fucking tell her family they didn’t know her at all. Rain heard the other women as she stepped out onto the floor. Shit, she needed to move; Shady was probably alone right now since her men were still in Mexico with the others.

  She walked into the large common room and looked around, would she still be here in a few hours? That was her only thought and she smiled at her sister riders and then walked to the large staircase. She had to get this shit over with before it drove her nuts.

  As she hit the bottom of the stairs, she paused when she heard a voice she hadn’t heard in a long time. What the fuck? She stormed down the stairs and sitting right there at a table with Kink was the bane of her existence. Slone ‘Knight’ Laverty, he was a Nomad with the Ops Warriors, and when all the shit had started, she assumed he would have come, but he hadn’t. Apparently, he was doing something else.

  “I am ready to finally settle,” he said to Kink who was the brother he was closest to when he was here. Shit, she had to be hearing wrong, he was coming off the road, impossible, and bad timing for her.

  Kink owned and ran the tat shop in town. Everyone in a hundred mile radius came to Slinging Ink to get tats done by Kink. He was a master, and when Knight was in town, he worked at the shop as well, and was just as popular.

  They had history, the kind that wasn’t simple and clear-cut. When Rain wandered into town, the first place she went to was Slinging Ink. She got her first tat from Knight, and since then their love/hate relationship had been complicated. Kink was usually their buffer, he was also her best friend and confidant. Yet, he didn’t know the real her, she knew that was going to change soon and she dreaded that conversation.

  “Hey, sweets,” Kink smiled at her and winked. “How was the ride home?”

  She rolled her eyes, “Fine, hey, we need to talk in a few. I need to see Shady first.”

  Kink frowned, she usually didn’t ask, she just went to him, so she understood his confusion.

  “Okay,” he struggled. “Knight and I are going into the shop. Come up there.”

  She hadn’t acknowledged Knight and she refused to look in his direction. He didn’t take that well. Rain felt the shift in the atmosphere around him, readying himself to put his two cents into the conversation that had nothing to do with him, and she braced herself.

  “You got a problem I need to sort for you, princess?” Knight said dryly. This was because he thought she was a bitch. He didn’t want to help her, he wanted to point out that she never took care of anything and had others deal with her problems.

  She glared at him, flipped her head around, and proceeded to ignore him, then said, “Let me know when you’re alone, yeah?”

  Kink frowned but nodded as she turned and walked out the backdoor. Rain let out a deep breath as soon as the door closed behind her. Of all the shit luck she’d had, she should have known shit wouldn’t go simple. Nope, talking to Shady and opening the closet full of her demons obviously wasn’t bad enough in the fate handbook. Now she had to deal with the pompous Neanderthal Knight. Fuck her luck. She half slapped herself mentally at the fact she’d noticed in the very short time she’d glanced at him, the image of him was burned in her corneas.

  Knight was six feet four inches of muscle that spanned across the widest shoulders she’d ever seen. He wasn’t like most tattoo artists that had never seen true manual labor or the inside of a gym and showed it. Nope. His muscles had muscles. The jokes about him could put all of the Chuck Norris ones to shame. His pitch-black hair wisped down in two of the brightest green eyes you’d ever see. Those thick, luscious lashes were the only things soft in his features. He had a great nose and high, defined cheekbones that contrasted his full lips. His tats went up both arms and a tribal wound up his neck and attached to a full back piece—she’d seen on more than one occasion, and it looked delicious along the ripples of muscles back there—he screamed badass. He also screamed asshole, and Rain knew if he was back, her life was going to be more complicated than it already was.

  With a shake of her head and doubled fists at her sides, she stomped off toward her bike. Talking to Shady would have to wait for another time…one where if shit went down, there wouldn’t be a judgmental fuckwad on standby waiting to grab a torch and pitchfork. Rain slung her leg over her baby, groaning at the stiffness she felt from their earlier journey but allowed the anger coursing through her to push the pain down. Right now she needed the only thing that could clear her troubled mind—the road.

  Rain finally pulled up and stopped at the top of the mountain. This was her favorite spot to come when the world closed in around her. Not many people, if any, knew about the cliff that overlooked the entire city. One narrow dirt road led in and out, and i
t was surrounded by trees so thick that unless you knew it was there, you’d walk right past it. She’d found it a long time ago when she’d ran off during one of the many fights between her and the monster she called husband. Since then, her visits were frequent. Knowing what she knew, what she’d seen, and what she hadn’t stopped, ate away at her until the only thing that remained was the hollow, hardened shell she was today. God, but if she could turn back time… A time before she’d met Zane, she’d have done things differently. God, how she’d been young and stupid. Blinded by his cocky grin and big brown eyes. Ugh. Now the thought of him made her want to vomit. Her stupidity was what led her to the OPs and Savages, giving her a place within the new Lady Riders. A place that once she’d confessed would no doubt be ripped away from her forever. She let out a sigh, willing herself not to puke, and sat on the grassy ledge looking down over the city.

  The sky was an intense blue, with only a few puffy white clouds floating overhead. She closed her eyes and took in the sweet smell of the air, fading into her environment and out of her thoughts. This, she realized, was the closest thing she’d ever get to real happiness or peace. Her life was destined to be one giant shitstorm, and she had finally come to terms and accepted it after the day she’d walked in Zane’s ‘office’ and witnessed the sale of a woman. As in, an actual human being was haggled over and purchased at the low price of twenty five thousand dollars. Her first thought had been that it was prostitution, and her beloved husband was a pimp. The longer she eavesdropped, the more her brain began to piece together the truth. And the truth was hideous.

  Rain had never seen any of the women, and despite knowing it was happening, she had turned a blind eye. She’d wanted to run and tell someone to help them, but Zane had made it clear he’d never allow it. The bastard told her he’d sell her and she’d never be found again if she so much as thought about leaving him. But she’d seen the girls that had been caged like dogs when they’d saved Sahara’s sister. The reality of it all had slapped the ever-loving fuck out of her. Was this what she had allowed other women to endure?