by Jaci J.
The Ride
Book One
Jaci J.
The Ride © 2014 Jaci J.
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To my sister, my best friend, my partner in crime …
For your love of all books and an amazing book boyfriend.
For always lending your ear to my endless book chatter.
For countless hours spent discussing our favorite books and characters.
For your support, encouragement, and love.
Love you forever & always!
A huge thank you to my lovely editor Dana Hook. Without your help I would have been lost. Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the fuckin’ best!
Another huge thank you to my two beta readers Samantha Price and Elle Raven. Thank you for reading it and giving me some amazing feedback. I appreciate your help and wonderful words of encouragement!
Play List
1. “Free Bird” - Lynyrd Skynyrd
2. “Latch” - Disclosure
3. “Paranoid” - Ty Dolla $ign
4. “Don't You Worry Child” - Swedish House Mafia
5. “Slow Ride” - Foghat
6. “Hold On” - Drake
7. “Sail” - AWOLNATION
8. “Prime Time” - Janelle Monáe
9. “Crimson and Clover” - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts
10. “The One That Got Away” - The Civil Wars
11. “Bound 2” - Kanye West
12. “Nobody Knows” - The Tony Rick Project
13. “That's The Girl I've Been Telling You About” - Blessed Union of Souls
14. “Power Trip” - J. Cole
15. “Crazy” - Aerosmith
16. “F**kin' Problems” - A$AP Rocky
17. “Drunk In Love” - Beyoncé
18. “Drift Away” - Dobie Gray
19. “Friends in Low Places” – Garth Brooks
20. “Nasty Girl” – Jim Jones Feat. Jeremih
A play list because without music there would be no writing for me.
These songs offered me a lot of inspiration.
For my absolute love of all music!
Chapters
Prologue
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
Prologue
For as far back as I can remember, she’s been a fuckin’ myth to me; A legend of sorts. I grew up all my life, hearing stories about her because Low never stopped talking about her. She’s his Goddamn pride and joy. They all talked about her. Pops says that I met her once, but I'll be damned if I can remember. He might have been drunk when he said it. I grew up out of the area, a sister chapter of the club. My Pops was President of our chapter, under Low. I moved with the family into town about seven years ago. Bringing us all together was making us a club no one ever fucked with. No one gets through us and lives to tell about it. My pops died a few years back and I got voted into take his place. I spent a good deal of time with Low before ever moving here, so it wasn't until six months later that I finally met her, the one I’ve always had a sick fascination about…
1
Tank
“Sit down and shut the fuck up” Low's voice rumbles from the head of the table.
I’m reclined in my seat with my shit kickers propped up on the table and a smoke hanging from my lips, just watching and waiting as my brothers filter in. Everyone is handing over their pieces and phones as they come through the door.
Puffs of smoke are clouding Low's angry as fuck scowl from the head of the table. Waving his cigar hand around, he’s pointing at chairs and shit while barking orders at everyone. His bark is usually bigger than his bite, but don't let that fool you. Anyone with balls enough to piss that motherfucker off is as good as dead. Being like a second father to me , I've grown to respect him rather than fear him, but I'm still careful about when and what I say around him.
It’s time for Friday Church, with all the brothers gathered around an old scarred mahogany table. Finally having everyone settled down, we all focus our attention on Low as he whacks the gavel starts right in.
“We all know there's trouble workin' its way towards us. Those motherfuckin' Dracos’ are lookin' for a fight, but that's shit we all know; We'll handle it later.” he grumbles, looking around the table at everyone nodding in agreement. Shit needs to be handled soon before someone else dies or ends up locked up.
“Tonight's about internal affairs. Since Lucy,” his voice trails, choking up.
There are only two people on this planet that could bring this man down. One is a constant figment of my imagination. The other he lost not too long ago. Lucy was Low's Old Lady. They’d been together since before my time. He’s always been the muscle, while she was always the heart; The kindest fucking woman you ever met. Isn’t a day that goes by where someone doesn't bring her up. We all miss her. We lost her six months ago to a car accident. We know better than that though. Those motherfuckin’ Dracos got to her.
They started it, but we will finish it.
Clearing his throat Low starts again, “We need someone to keep the books and do shit around the compound, ya know, fill in for her. I've found someone we can trust…”
Happy speaks up before Low can finish. Of course Happy is fuckin’ stupid enough to cut Prez off.
“Can't be nobody we trust ‘cause I ain't heard 'bout nobody in the family gettin' the job,” he states. He crosses his arms over his chest looking proud like he solved some big ass equation. If he doesn't shut the fuck up, Low's gonna toss his ass out.
Elbowing his side I mutter to him to “shut the fuck up.”
Low clears his throat shooting Happy a warning glance. “Any fuckin' ways. I've brought in a trusted,” he shoots a look at Happy before continuing, “person. Knows this shit better than most of you pussies anyhow... Doll face?” Low calls out to the closed door.
Every head at that table turns towards those old wood doors.
Never fucking saw it coming. It hits me like a Goddamn truck. Every man at that table gets whiplash as the the double doors push open and collective groan is directed at the beauty walking into the room.
I've been sitting at this table for seven years, our old table for years before that and not once in that time have I seen a woman allowed to set foot in the chapel while we're in Church. I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful a
s this one with her head held high, long dark hair spilling down her back and sexy lips crooked into a small smile. I'd love to see those plump beauties wrapped around my dick. Big brown innocent doe eyes looking up at me while I fuck her hard. Big perky tits, ass for days, she’s so damn amazing.
Jesus fucking Christ. She's wearing a tight white tee, jeans that hug the fuck out of her juicy thighs and ass. The kicker is her knee high black riding boots. She’s a fuckin’ bikers dream. Those would look pretty Goddamn hot thrown over my shoulders. I’m watching her walk and loving how her hips sway, side to side, confident in her body. That confidence in her body is holding my attention. Adjusting my dick in my pants, that motherfucker wants a piece of that.
The girl walks right to Low, where he wraps his arm around her shoulders and he pulls her into his side, kissing her head. Please say this is not his Old Lady. The idea makes me fucking sick.
This shit isn’t right. She is way too fuckin’ beautiful to belong with an old ass man like Low.
She smiles up at him and some strange shit passes between them, but I'm not quick enough to catch it. Bringing her eyes back down, she finally looks around the room, taking all of us in. Sixteen leather wearing bikers leer at her, damn near eye fucking her. Every one of us are undressing her with our eyes and she doesn't even cringe. She doesn't look intimidated or scared and she doesn't look away either. She smiles at us, cocking that beautiful head side to side studying us. She is so fuckin’ hot.
“Alright scum bags. This here is Lil, my daughter, but most of y’all know that.”
I almost fuckin’ choke as I’m taking a hit off my smoke and drop it in my lap, damn near burning a hole in my pants. This is Lows daughter? The word bounces around my skull ‘cause never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be meeting her, especially not today. Finally getting my eyes on the girl I've heard so much about, I can't look away.
As I’m sitting here with my jaw to the ground, Low starts to speak.
“She'll be handlin' our shit. Say hi to Lil, you gawking assholes.” Low booms over the table. She puts that sweet smile on those fuckin’ lips and nods at all of us. “Lil, I'll have one of the boys take ya home. No women alone.” he tells her sternly. Looking around he nods at Stitch. “You take her,” Low orders.
Stitch just shakes his head looking a little upset about it. Can't blame him. Lil smiles at him with a full watt, happy as fuck smile. He returns it with a wink.
“Can't do it brother. The Old Lady's got a damn doctor’s appointment. Sorry sis.”
Sitting across from Stitch, Low looks at me next. That cold hard lump of flesh in my chest known as a heart actually skips a beat or two. Who knew that shit still worked?
“You got her?” Low asks me.
Nodding at him I stand up from the table. Do I have her? Fuck yeah I do.
“Lil, I'll be home later. Be nice to him, yeah.” Be nice to me? Oh shit...
As we walk out of the room, she reaches her small hand out to Gin. Taking her hand in his for a moment, he squeezes and lets it go. “Sis” he mutters quietly. Smiling again, she winks at him. Looks like our brother just got his sister back.
I walk out behind her, following her through the club to get to my bike, still not believing she’s here. Every person in the club waves, smiles, and stops to talk to her as she passes. She smiles and shit, but never really stopping to talk to anyone.
Not looking at me or talking, she walks outside. Does this bitch think she's better than us? Great, Low’s daughter is a stuck up bitch. How the fuck does he think she’s gonna work out here, looking down on all of us, huh? This is his pride and joy so of course she’s perfect … Bullshit.
Not a word spills from those juicy lips since she walked through those doors at Church … Not sure how I feel about that. Sizing her up, I look over her body. She's small. Lil fits her perfectly ‘cause she is a tiny ass girl. Can't be more than five-five and a buck ten.
That’s as far as I get before she walks right past the bikes and saddles up next to a truck. What the hell is she doing?
“No angel. Some education for ya?” She gives me a strange look and arches an inquiring eyebrow at me.
“I'll give it to ya if ya need it, babe.” Throwing her hand out impatiently she indicates for me to go on.
“We ride bikes. Always bikes,” I tell her nodding to one of my bikes. She still doesn't say anything to me. Is this bitch a mute or something?
Quirking one challenging eyebrow at me again, she holds fast anyways. Here comes trouble. Those innocent eyes are not so innocent anymore. There is a devil in those deep dark beauties. She crosses those arms under those lovely tits that are power packed into that beautiful little body. I don't even have to know her to know there is nothing but power behind that girl.
“Come on. I ain't gonna bite ya.” I can't help the smirk. Bite her is exactly what I'd like to do, right along with sticking my dick inside that body of hers for a good, long time.
Shrugging her shoulders as if she could give a fuck, she walks that sweet ass over to the driver side of the truck. Popping the door open, she climbs on in. Fucking women, they never listen to shit.
Walking over to the truck, I hop in and shove her little body over into the passenger seat, firing it up, I pull out of the clubs lot. Three minutes in and this bitch has already got my bike riding ass driving around in a fucking truck.
“You ain't gonna talk to me?” I ask looking over at her. “You scared of me baby?” I tease. I can't resist. This is to Goddamn easy. She opens those pretty lips of hers and smirks right back at me. That look right there is liable to bring a man to his knees. Fuck.
“Don't you mean “are you going to talk to me?” Her voice is like pure sex. Soft and fierce. But I fuckin’ hate it when a women corrects me. Mouthy little bitch.
“And no I ain't scared baby,” she says dryly. That voice screaming my name is all I want to hear coming out of it.
“You're a mean, crazy little bitch, ain't ya?” That makes her laugh. A real, full out belly laugh and that sound hits me in the chest. What’s so fuckin’ funny?
“I'm a lot a things. Crazy might be one of them, depends on who you ask. … What's your name anyways, cowboy?” she asks, eying me.
Finally, she’s looking me over. Took her long enough. I have never had a bitch take so long to check me out.
“So, it’s Tank, huh?” I watch her eyes run the length of me as she nods in agreement. That makes me laugh. Never had a dispute over my name, it just fits.
2
Lil
I left eight years ago and I never looked back. It was never because I hated the club, because I actually love them all more than anything in this world and always will. They are my family; All I ever knew, and all I still know. I grew up surrounded by cuts, bikes, and outlaws, I just never saw a place for myself in this life. When something happened to someone close to me, I realized that I needed something more out of life than what the club could offer me at the time. I needed to carve a life out for myself.
I set out for college to build a career, have my own home, my own friends. I was craving a life that wasn't completely set up and backed by the club. A small little place on this earth made for me. I didn't run when I left and I didn't turn my back on them. I asked my dad if I could go and he let me. The club let me go to find my own way. So, regardless of moving away, I never forgot who I was or where I came from. There are some things that you never outgrow or really want to, and the club will always be a part of me. They have a way of holding onto you. I always find myself comparing the outside world to the club, never able to truly let them go.
So here I am. Eight long years later, and I'm back…
Dad called me a few months after my mom died, and he cried. The man I would watch walk out of our front door every day, clad in his cut and leathers to get onto his motorcycle. The man who ran an entire club, owned a plethora of weapons. The man I knew who could be ruthless and heartless and beat men to death with his bare hands…That m
an cried.
This same man tucked me in at night, played dolls with me, and sang me songs while dancing with me. That man cried for the love he lost. I know he misses her. I miss her every damn day too. My mother was a beautiful woman. Dark hair, deep dark doe-eyes, smooth tan skin. Part Native- American, she was stunning. For all the beauty she had, she had an even bigger heart.
My mother Lucy was a kind, loving, caring, and giving person. She loved my father, myself, and her club fiercely. Loved us all until the moment she took her last breath.
Born into the club just like my father, they were meant for one another. Although my father was born into an entirely different club, they fit perfectly together. She was his everything. The reason he got up in the morning and the reason he was home every night. She was the other half of his soul. My mother was someone he knew his entire life, so he not only lost his wife, he lost his lifelong friend. We lost our heart that day.
For her funeral, there was a private ceremony, for dad and I only. We both agreed that even though she belonged to the club, we wanted our own, personal goodbye. I didn’t attend the public funeral with the club. I wanted my own time to mourn her, and even though I knew how much they all loved her, I couldn’t handle the sadness from them with what I was going through, the loss of my mom. I just needed my own grief, it had nothing to do with the club.
But then I get the phone call, telling me that he needs me back home.
I packed my shit and came home. He called and I came running. He’s never asked me for anything, not even to come visit, he and mom always visited me. They knew I wasn’t ready to be there so they never pushed for it. Now my dad calls, asking me to come home, so I left my life behind because he needed me. I'd do anything for him and the club. I'd give my life for anyone of them, knowing they'd do the same. It's what families do, and I miss it so much.