Devil's Ride: RBMC Tonopah, NV

by Nikki Landis

  Fuck. I never wanted her to be afraid of me. Since the moment that my Reaper showed his true nature, she’d kept a part of herself hidden away. Now I knew why.

  “Baby, it’s still me.” She didn’t appear convinced. “Do you love me?” I asked, changing tactics.

  “What?”

  “Do you love me, Trish?”

  Her chin wobbled as her eyes threatened to spill more tears. “Since the moment you walked into the Blacktop.”

  My lips quirked up a little on the sides and I ignored the bite and sting of pain that originated from the back of my head and the bump I could feel from where Moby knocked me out. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw that pure and beautiful aura of yours shining like a thousand stars. You surrounded me in your light and penetrated the darkness. You touched me in a way no one else ever has.” I swallowed hard and held her gaze, refusing to let her look away. “I fuckin’ love you with every goddamn breath in my body. I fucked up, baby.”

  She shook her head, tears falling down her cheeks faster.

  “You can’t deny what’s between us. It’s like fuckin’ lightning and thunder. The flash and the boom just go together. You’re the bright and beautiful spark. I’m the heavy roar that brings reckoning.”

  There was no truth greater than that.

  “Grim,” she hiccupped, crawling closer.

  “There’s no sunlight without you, Trish. Just darkness and endless rain. Fuck,” I cursed, taking a deep breath as all of the emotion within churned. “It’s shit when you’re not with me. I just move like a dark shadow from one day to the next.”

  “Grim,” she repeated, her voice wavering. “I can’t live without you either. A part of me died. I thought I would never recover.”

  She was crying so hard her shoulders shook and I hated the restraints and wounds that kept me from comforting her. The chains rattled as her arms wrapped around one of my legs. Her forehead pressed against the blood-soaked material of my jeans, but she didn’t seem to notice.

  Wait.

  None of this made sense.

  There was a pregnancy test in the trash today. Not months ago.

  “Trish? What about now?”

  Her head lifted. “Yes, Dex. I’m pregnant again.”

  After all of the sorrow that had taken root in my chest, this was a life-giving burst of pure sunshine and joy. “Fuck, Trish. I’m so happy.”

  “You are?” There was uncertainty in her fragile voice.

  “Yes,” I answered firmly. “We’re gonna get out of here, baby. I promise.” My Reaper rose to the surface and I let him take over. “Vengeance is ours, my angel.”

  The chains snapped as I reached down and broke her free, tugging Trish against my chest. My lips found hers in a passionate kiss that cemented my claim. “You ready?” I growled.

  She swiped across her eyes. “With you? Always.”

  Always.

  I liked the fuckin’ sound of that.

  Taking her hand, I led Trish up the staircase slowly and listened for Moby to return. He was still yelling at someone over the phone and didn’t have a clue that we were free. He wasn’t the brightest guy out there and I shook my head, finding it ridiculous that he got the best of me.

  A quick dip into my abilities let me know he was dumb enough to do this all on his own. Not a soul was on the property. Memories of Lockjaw, Keys, and my own torture surfaced with a vengeance. When the truth of what he’d done to Trish, how he’d beaten her and forced my child from her womb reentered my thoughts I growled with murderous rage.

  “Stay here, Trish.”

  She nodded, blinking at my transformation. I didn’t sense fear as much as awe. My Reaper enjoyed her reaction. He wanted to show off what he could do.

  I left the through the door and silently crept along the ground, making my way toward my prey. The stupid cocksucker had his back to me. That was good because I was hoping he’d piss his pants when he turned and saw what was waiting for him.

  “Boo,” I growled low, repeating what he’d said to me.

  Moby turned, his phone slipping from his hand as he screeched like a little bitch. Shocked, he didn’t know what to do but sure enough, the fucker pissed his pants.

  Macabre laughter left my lips as I grabbed him by the collar and lifted his feet of the ground. Knowing this next part was going to be gruesome, I spun and looked through the window, staring into the eyes of the woman who needed and deserved to be avenged.

  Trish gave me a wobbly smile and then turned her head. Smart. She didn’t want to see this.

  Stalking my way across the barren yard and hot Nevada sunshine, I found a tall cactus and lashed Moby to it with a length of chain. Once he was secure, I set to work. Minutes flew by as his screams grew so numerous that I lost count and they faded into nothing. Just white noise.

  When I was done, I stepped back to admire the presentation.

  An eye for an eye.

  When the Scorpions saw this. They would know what was coming for them. The message was loud and clear.

  Flashes of Keys and Lockjaw filled my head, and I knew my brothers would be happy that I used the same twisted form of torture on Moby. His entrails were already starting to stink in the sun. Animals scurried along the ground and approached. He’d be nibbled at soon and I loved the idea.

  Fuck you, Scorpions. Fuck off, Resnikov.

  The last word was mine.

  ***

  Back at the Crossroads, I brought Trish into our room. Closing the door, I led her inside and picked up her hands, squeezing once.

  “I want you to stay here. Always. This is your home too. Tell me you need me,” I demanded, “’Cause I can’t live another second without you, my beautiful Trish. You’re my angel. My lover. My beating heart.”

  Dropping her hands, I went to the closet and opened it up, pulling out the box that proved my devotion. A reminder of her kindness, purity, brilliant and beautiful soul. The one thing that kept me anchored and attached to my humanity. I set it down on my bed and gestured with a hand. “Look inside.”

  She lifted the lid and gasped. “Dex.” Her hands pulled the bear free and tears filled her eyes. “You kept Cuddles this whole time.”

  “Yes. I never wanted to lose that connection to you. I knew someday I would find you. You needed to see it. To know how I feel. We’re meant to be together, Trish. I firmly believe that.”

  “I do too.” Her smile dazzled as she looked up and I brought her into my embrace.

  My head lowered and hovered by her mouth. “Tell me one more time.”

  Her lips parted as I leaned in closer. “I love you, Dexter Lanford and I’m going to have your baby.”

  Shivering with pleasure, I grew hard instantly. “Tell me you want this dick,” I growled, placing her hand over my crotch. “Take it. Claim what’s yours.”

  “I have since the moment we met.” She put the bear back in the box and then set it aside. Licking her lips, she shoved me backward until I landed on the mattress. Reaching down, she unsnapped my jeans and yanked them down my hips. Going commando meant easy access. My cock sprang free in eagerness, ready to please.

  She stood slowly like the seductress she was, stripping off every single article of clothing as I groaned, knowing I was going to keep her between these sheets for as long as I could.

  “You need to get comfortable, Grim. I’m going to ride my favorite biker until I come.”

  Fuck. Yes.

  She kneeled on the bed and climbed over my body, lowering enough that her tongue flicked the crown of my dick. Heaven. Pure sweet heaven. My hips surged upward, and she winked as I mumbled under my breath, backing away, and taking her sweet lips farther from where I wanted them.

  Trish rose up and then she straddled my waist. Her thick thighs clenched around my hips. Reaching down, she grasped my length and then hovered above the tip. “Get ready, handsome. You’ve never had a ride like this before.”

  She was right. No bike could ever compare to that sweet tight pussy.
I wasn’t afraid to admit it.

  Trish slammed down on my cock and I saw stars. She rode me hard and fast. Moving her hips like an expert porn star. All I could do was hold on for the ride and keep her close until the pleasure built to the point it couldn’t be contained. I came with her name on my lips, clutching her against my chest as my lips claimed hers.

  “Fuck,” I whispered as we parted. “I love you, Trish Holloway.”

  She smiled, intertwining our fingers. “As much as I love you, my sexy Reaper.”

  Mimi still wasn’t awake. Days had lapsed and my sweet sunshine was silent as the grave.

  I’d paced her hospital room for hours today, waiting and hoping for her eyes to open. The doctors said there was a chance they may never open, but I wasn’t giving up. I needed her and she needed me. We found one another for a reason, and I intended to prove it once she was well enough.

  I’d have to take things slow. That wasn’t a surprise considering she was a victim of human trafficking. She’d been abused so much her mind was fragile. She didn’t think she deserved love or kindness, compassion or understanding but she was wrong.

  I’d prove that to her too.

  The Black Market Railroad thought they could run through every state and take girls, harming them, using them, and passing them along until they died. Not anymore. We were going to shut them down across the entire U. S. one city at a time. Every chapter in the RBMC was ready.

  Mimi didn’t know it yet, but I was going to ensure those fuckers paid for what they did. Solonik and Voltoy were just the beginning. Now that this new Russian Sergei Resnikov had surfaced, I took the threat serious.

  No one was coming after my girl.

  Since the moment Wraith called and warned me, I knew she was in danger.

  I sat back down in the chair at her bedside and lifted her hand, placing a kiss on the top. “I’m here, sunshine. I’ll avenge you. I swear it. You’ll be safe no matter what.”

  Her grip squeezed mine and her eyes fluttered. Excited, I almost jumped out of my seat.

  “Mimi?”

  For two seconds I was the happiest man on earth . . . until the machine next to me went off a series of beeps and alarms as Mimi’s heart decided to stop beating.

  With a roar, I stood fast, yelling for the nurses, doctors, and everyone in the damn vicinity to come running. This wasn’t okay. It wasn’t the end.

  No, not my sunshine.

  Anything but this.

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  #2 Devil’s Ride

  #3 Hell’s Fury

  #4 Devil’s Oath

  #5 Hell on Wheels

  #6 TBA

  Holiday Novellas:

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  Papa Noel

  The Biker’s Wish

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  Pres/Founder – Grim “Grim Reaper”

  VP/Founder – Mammoth

  SGT at Arms – Rael “Azrael, Angel of Death”

  Enforcer/Founder – Exorcist “Ex”

  Enforcer/Nomad – Jigsaw

  Secretary – Wraith

  Treasurer – Han “Hannibal”

  Road Captain – Patriot (Marine)

  Tail Gunner – Daniel “Lucky”

  Founder – Papa

  Member – Bodie

  Member – Diablo (Cleaner)

  Member – Xenon (Tech Spec.)

  Prospect – Toad

  Prospect – Shadow

  Prospect – Spook

  Erin Trejo: Blood Lust

  Chelle C Craze & Eli Abbott: Bad Like Me

  K Webster: Koyn

  Esther E. Schmidt: Petros

  Elizabeth Knox: Bet On Me

  Glenna Maynard: Lady & the Biker

  Madison Faye: Filthy Bastard

  CM Genovese: Frozen Rain

  J. Lynn Lombard: Blayze’s Inferno

  Crimson Syn: Inked In Vengeance

  B.B. Blaque: Rotten Apple

  Addison Jane: Her Ransom

  Izzy Sweet * Sean Moriarty: Broken Wings

  Nikki Landis: Ridin’ for Hell

  KL Ramsey: Savage Heat

  M.Merin: Axel

  Sapphire Knight: Bastard

  Bink Cummings: Switch & Burn

  Winter Travers: Playboy

  Linny Lawless: The Heavy Crown

  Jax Hart: Desert King

  Elle Boon: Royally Broken

  Kristine Allen: Voodoo

  Ker Dukey: Animal

  KE Osborn: Defining Darkness

  Shannon Youngblood: Silver & Lace

  E.C. Land: Cyclone of Chaos

  Chelle C. Craze & Eli Abbott: Ghoul

  Scarlett Black: Ice

  Elizabeth Knox: Rely on Me

  J.L. Leslie: Worth the Risk

  Deja Voss: Lean In

  Khloe Wren: Blaze of Honor

  Misty Walker: Birdie's Biker

  J. Lynn Lombard: Capone's Chaos

  Ker Dukey: Rage

  Crimson Syn: Scarred by Pain

  M. Merin: Declan

  Elle Boon: Royally F**ked

  Rae B. Lake: Death and Paradise

  K Webster: Copper

  Glenna Maynard: Tempting the Biker

  K.L. Ramsey: Whiskey Tango

  Kristine Allen: Angel

  Nikki Landis: Devil's Ride

  KE Osborn: Luring Light

  CM Genovese: Pipe Dreams

  Nicole James: Club Princess

  Shannon Youngblood: Leather and Chrome

  Erin Trejo: Unbreak Me

  Winter Travers: Six Gun

  Izzy Sweet & Sean Moriarty: Broken Ties

  Jax Hart : Desert Rose

  Teagan Brooks: Shiver

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  These characters from my story can be found in the following RBMC books:

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  Nikki Landis is an Award-Winning and International Bestselling Author of paranormal, sci-fi, MC, and reverse harem romance. She lives in Ohio with her husband and amazing family. In her spare time, she enjoys watching sunsets and curling up with a good book. Nikki is addicted to chocolate and dark alpha heroes with heart. She plans to keep writing since it’s her favorite escape.

  Nikki also writes science fiction romance under the pen name Nikki Nova.

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