J.A. Collard
Lexi – Property of Rhyder
A Motorcycle Club Romance
Blood Brothers MC Book 6
J.A. Collard
Copyright 2020 J.A. Collard
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My name is Alexandra, but my friends call me Lexi. I’m a good student, top of my class, actually, and have been accepted into Harvard next year. I have a great family—a mom and dad who adore me, and a younger sister, Paige, who’s like my best friend.
I was naïve to think that my life would end in a fairy tale, just like the one my dad had promised me I would have. That all ended the night I was robbed of my innocence by a group of men who followed me home.
It could have been worse, much worse, if it wasn’t for a biker riding by who heard my screams and came to my rescue. They call him Rhyder, and he’s part of a biker club—a club my father warned me to stay away from, told me to turn my head and look away as they rode through our town.
But what happens when the man I’ve been warned about won’t stay away? And what If I don’t want him to?
I’d like to dedicate this book to a close family friend of mine, Alexandra, and her beautiful mum, Anne-Marie. Thank you for loving my books as much as me and for encouraging me to continue with this series. This book wouldn’t have been written without you. xx
Blurb
Dedication
Table of Contents
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
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
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About the Author
LEXI
I’m standing on the wooden stage watching as people in the crowd cheer us on. I look out noticing my mom, dad, and sister, Paige, in the second row with huge smiles on their faces.
Mom has her arm linked into my dad’s, wiping away her tears with her other hand which is holding a handkerchief.
My dad waves, and I try my damn hardest to plant a smile on my face.
I should be happy, over the moon that today I’m graduating and going on summer vacation with my family before college starts. I want to be. There’s nothing else that I’ve thought about more in the past year than getting into Harvard and making my parents proud.
My father’s a surgeon, and he went to Harvard, and his father went to Harvard, so medicine runs in our family. I’ve known since I was a small child that I wanted to be just like my dad and help people. And lucky for me my grades were good enough to get me into one of the best medical schools in the country. The only thing is Harvard’s a five-hour drive from home, which means I won’t be close to my family. I’ll still be able to visit them as much as I can, but I’ll be living in a dorm close to the campus and no longer seeing them every day. I know most kids would love to start their lives out on their own, being independent, but I’m not like everyone else, and especially not like my friends, Diane and Stacey. My family’s close. I’ve always told my parents the truth and never felt like I’ve needed to lie to them.
That was until two months ago—a night I would like to forget but simply can’t.
A night I was robbed of my innocence.
I was dragged into nearby bushes where two men held me down while the third one raped me. If it wasn’t for a biker riding past and hearing my screams, who knows what would have happened. Maybe all three men would have had their way with me.
To this day, I have no idea what happened to them. Rhyder, the biker, assured me they wouldn’t hurt me or any other girl again, but his words don’t stop me from looking over my shoulder everywhere I go, and my heart beating rapidly every single time I see a man looking out of the ordinary.
Which brings me back to the beginning.
Remember how I said that I tell my parents the truth?
Well, that’s now in the past because my family has no idea what happened that night, and I don’t plan on telling them either. Honestly, I have no idea how I could explain that their little girl made a wrong decision, and instead of taking up Diane’s offer to drive me home after Jamie’s party, I decided to walk home thinking it was only one block away.
I needed to take some time to think about how I was going to tell my boyfriend, Zane, we should end things before I left for Harvard. Zane and I had been dating for a year, and although I really liked him, I didn’t love him the way he loved me, even if he was drop-dead gorgeous with his blue eyes and blond hair and was on the lacrosse team. I knew something was missing when I never got butterflies whenever he kissed me or felt that flutter when he would look at me. He was a good boyfriend, and my parents seemed to like him, but I knew it was going nowhere. As much as Zane wanted to try the whole long-distance relationship thing, I knew it wasn’t going to work, and I wanted to start a new chapter of my life with no attachments. Medical school was what I wanted to concentrate on, but since that night, I’m not so sure.
How can I go back to the girl I was when so much has changed?
The night I was raped, I was held down while a stranger ripped my panties off and thrust hard inside of me with no care for my virginity. If anything, when he realized I was a virgin, he yelled over to his friends that they had chosen well.
Chosen? Were they watching me?
Was there another victim they chose between?
Why me?
Why me?
I’ve been asking myself those same questions over and over in my mind.
I’d screamed so loud, and they tried to cover my mouth with forceful hands, but when I bit down on their hand, my attacker cussed and slapped me across my cheek. I remember feeling dazed and confused.
Then, all of a sudden, weight had lifted off me, and air hit my face.
The rapist who was on top of me was gone, and I could just make out the silhouette of a man who was fighting the three men. I didn’t think my savior would have a chance against all three, but I was so wrong.
Once he had dealt with them, he held me tenderly explaining he was getting me to the nearest hospital, and then he told me his name. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. All I could do was cry—cry for the innocence that had been taken from me, cry for being so stupid to walk on my own at night, and cry for the girl who I was and who I would be now.
The last thing I remember was my savior telling me his name was Rhyder, and that he was getting help. I begged him not to take me to the hospital because I was embarrassed and didn’t want anyone to find out what had happened. But he assured me it was for the best, and that he wouldn’t let anything happen to me, and he kept to his word.
Rhyder stayed by my side while the doctors examined and cleaned me up. When the doctors wanted to bring the police in to question me, I freaked out, and Rhyder seemed to know right away how to handle that situation. I didn’t know how, but whatever he did to get me out of there without talking to anyone I appreciated.
He thinks I don’t know, but I see him following me around everywhere I go. Wearing his Blood Brothers MC cut and blue jeans, he’s hard not to notice. My own personal bodyguard and I don’t even know him, other than his name. And that he’s in a biker club—that same club I avoided whenever I saw them in town.
My dad always warned me to stay away from men like that. He said they were trouble and take drugs, and I believed him. I mean, why wouldn’t I? My dad always knew best, and so when I realized who Rhyder was, at first I was scared of him and didn’t want his help, but the way he controlled that night and took care of me with such tenderness, has me thinking these bikers are not as bad as what people think.
“Congratulations, Alexandra Ambers,” the principle says, smiling as he hands me my diploma. I shake his hand and then look at the camera in front of us as it flashes.
I make my way down the stairs and back to my seat where Diane is waiting to hug and congratulate me. “We did it,” she whispers.
I smile and reply, “We did.”
Diane and Stacey have noticed I’ve been off lately, but I put it down to the fact that I was stressed about my exams, but they knew there’s something wrong.
I’m glad they don’t push me for more because I simply can’t bring myself to go back to that horrific night.
RHYDER
“Brother, where you at? We got shit to do.”
I squeeze my cell in my hand as I listen to Torch giving me shit once again on my whereabouts. I should be at the clubhouse going over our plans for the run we’re going on tomorrow. Tate, from the Sinners MC, needs our help with a tradeoff. Usually, we don’t get involved in another club’s business, but it’s Tate, Tracker’s brother, and he needs help getting out of a partnership with a South American gang who does deals for the Mexican Cartel. Tate’s hoping with another club joining us at the meeting, they may get the message and end the partnership, but we also have other things in place if they don’t. We just hope it doesn’t have to come to that.
“I’m comin’, what do you want from me?”
“Who are you balls deep in, brother? Because pussy’s the only reason I know why you ain’t here at church. Prez is gonna kick your ass.”
I sigh, then look up seeing Lexi exiting the restaurant she’s been eating at for the last hour. She’s graduated and has had lunch with her family to celebrate. Lexi, the fucking reason why I’m here and going against my prez and not at the clubhouse where they need me.
Lexi, she’s the only fucking thing on my mind for the last couple of months.
I don’t know what I’m doing here?
Since that night, I’ve felt a pull toward her—the night I heard the cries of an innocent girl. I don’t know how I heard her screams over my bike’s engine, but I did, and I couldn’t ride by without finding out what was going on.
My vision blurred with anger when I saw what was happening in the bushes. Two men were holding down a girl while some fucker was pounding into her. The image of this petite body before me being raped was something I could not ignore.
In seconds, I had the asshole off her, and he was out cold. Lexi was sobbing and trying to get herself together while I was taking care of the other two men who were attacking her, making them pay for what they did to her. Holding my blade to one of the other asshole’s cocks, I threatened to cut it off if he came anywhere near her again. With that, the other insignificant prick just stood there watching.
I took the asshole’s wallet from his pocket to check his license, noticing he wasn’t from around here—he was from Massachusetts. Probably some rich fuck down here in New York trying to get his kicks off with his friends. Truth be known, they had probably been stalking Lexi the whole night.
I’d looked at him and smirked while still holding my knife to his cock, then read out loud the address printed on his license. His eyes widened, and panic overcame his trembling body. He pleaded for me to let him go, while the other two men—the ‘out cold’ one had come around by this stage—and they were now backing away in fear. But I couldn’t let this asshole go without warning, so with great enjoyment, I ran my blade down the underside of his cock knowing it was going to leave a bloodied mark. He screamed out in pain as I let go, pushing him back where he fell to the ground with his cock in hand. This is where shit got serious as I pointed my blade at him and warned, “Now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind and cut it off, so you never do this shit again.”
He scurried to his feet with his pants at his ankles, tripped a few times while trying to pull them up, and then the three of them scurried off into the night.
That’s when I could hear the cries of the young girl who was still trying to pull herself together. Her dress had been ripped and was unwearable, her panties lay beside her in the same condition. Blood was running down her thighs, and I knew instantly she had been a virgin. This young girl needed medical intervention, and I knew I needed to get her to the hospital, but I couldn’t bring myself to take her on my bike. The girl was young and had just lost her virginity, so riding on a bike was sure as hell going to hurt.
I grabbed my cell out of my jacket and dialed Torch’s number, hoping like fuck he would pick up and not be fucking some woman. Luckily for me, he was alone, and it didn’t take him long to drive the club’s van to meet us.
I was glad he didn’t ask any questions when I traded my keys for the van’s. I didn’t have the time to explain why I was carrying a sobbing, half-naked girl in my arms. Torch asked if there was anything more he could do, and I shook my head. I was too worried about the girl in my arms, and for some reason, I felt a strong sense of protection over her. I needed to stay with her for as long as it took.
Now, here I am, still watching out for her.
Lexi kisses her parents goodbye with one friend either side of her, and I turn on my ignition ready to leave. The sound of the engine catches her attention because just before I take off, she turns around and looks directly at me. At first, she looks surprised, but then she smiles and turns away.
Fuck me! Does she know I’ve been following her?
Her innocent green eyes do things to me ever since the day I found her. They have been taunting me in my sleep. Her smile causes the air in my lungs to tighten.
What the fuck just happened? I swear my heart just skipped a beat.
Everything about her is breathtakingly beautiful, but she’s not mine. She could never be mine. From the looks of things, and what I’ve learned about Lexi in the last coupl
e of months, is she’s well off and has a rich lifestyle. I’ve also seen where she lives and the car her dad drives. She’s the daughter of a surgeon.
So, why do I keep following her? I have no clue.
What can I gain from doing this? I can’t answer that question either.
But what I do know right now, for some inexplicable reason, there’s a need in me to make sure Lexi’s okay, and if that means watching out for her, then so be it.
I take one last look at Lexi before I head off to the clubhouse. I don’t recognize myself lately nor my actions. Since when have I given a shit about a civilian? Why is it that she takes over my every thought?
From what I’m guessing, she’s around eighteen possibly nineteen, and I’m at least five years older, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting her.
Fuck me! I’ve just admitted to myself that I want her.
Honestly, I want her like I need the air to breathe, but I know she deserves better, and I have to get it through my thick skull Lexi does not belong with me. Since when have I wanted a girl in my life other than a fuck buddy? I have loads of choices. I could have a different woman each night, but here I am hung up over a schoolgirl.
Fuck! I need to get my shit together and have a woman in my bed, like now!
Opening the doors to church, Prez eyes me right away, and I can tell he’s pissed. I don’t blame him. This is the third time I’ve been late to church in the last couple of months, and it’s all because of Lexi.
“Finally, he graces us with his presence,” Prez spits, the sarcasm in his voice is overwhelming.
I run my hand through my hair as a sly smile appears on my face. “Yeah, sorry about that, Prez. I was just—”
“Yeah, yeah, you were just… what is it this time, Rhyder? Fixing your bike? No? Um… let me see,” Prez says rubbing his jaw. “That’s it! Following some girl?”
I snap my head to Torch knowing he’s the only one who knows about Lexi as he was the one there that night. Torch looks at me, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, and places his palms up. “Someone had to say something. You’re never around anymore. The club comes first, brother.”
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