Ryder: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Rae Lake (drm ebook reader .TXT) 📕

“Is this better for you?” Cherry asked trying to push the bed closer towards me.

I reached up and was finally able to pull myself up onto the bed and sit on the edge. I looked back up to the door when I heard a loud crash of what sounded like metal equipment. “What the fuck is going on out there? It sounded like some shit blew up.” I asked her.

“Storm crashed into the clubhouse. He’s hurt, I don’t know what happened though, club business.” She shrugged and stepped back towards the door.

“Well go find out for me.”

“You ever going to say please or thank you?” She asked pushing her chin out a bit, a small pout on her face.

“What the fuck do I have to say thank you for? You’re here to serve me are you not? So fucking serve!”

Her mouth gaped open a few times. That was exactly what she was there to do, what I asked, if she wasn’t down with it she didn’t need to be in the clubhouse.

“Ryder, you know god damn well that I can’t ask about club business if you want to know what’s going on so bad get the hell off your ass and go ask yourself.” She snapped at me. She wasn’t lying though, Cherry was respected in the clubhouse but she was still just a club bunny, she wasn’t supposed to know what was going on with the brothers.

“I swear you are so lucky that you look good because you must be as dumb as bricks, how the fuck am I supposed to go ask anyone anything, I can’t fucking walk!” I yelled in frustration. I was getting sick and tired of having to explain that to her.

She stormed passed me and back to the other side of the bed. She pulled a wheelchair from the corner and pushed it forcefully in front of me, knocking my legs in the process.

“You don’t have to walk to get the fuck out of bed. You have a damn wheelchair. Use it!” She backed up and crossed her arms over her chest. She was angry, in fact, she was angrier than I had ever seen her but she didn’t leave.

“Fine.” I reached down to the offensive chair and positioned it closer to the bed so that I would be able to slide down onto it. The smooth leather of the chair felt horrible against my skin. My back was still sore from all the surgeries and grafts but the pain medication usually kept me from feeling too much. This chair though, I could feel it through every pore on my skin. I hated it. I felt weak. I felt less of a man.

“You want me to push you or can you do-”

I cut her off before she could even finish her sentence. “I don’t need you to do shit for me Cherry.” I rolled to the door and used all the remaining strength that I had to push the door open, rolling myself out before she even had a chance to catch up with me. I rolled out into the main area and everyone stopped to look at me. The freak in the rolling chair. I wanted to turn around and go back into the room.

“Ahh!” Storm screamed out as Mikki hovered over his midsection and was busy at work. That was enough to draw everyone’s attention back to the other side of the room. I rolled over to where Wire was standing and texting furiously on his phone. He was pissed.

“Wire, what’s going down brother?” I asked tentatively, he didn’t have to tell me. I was no longer at the table.

“Some fucks jacked our cash drops both here and down in New Orleans. Prez managed to chase them down but had to stop. The bastards tore right through the town. Archer has a good set up down there but the police aren’t in our pockets yet. They would have arrested him.”

“Are you fucking serious?” I had been taking care of the cash drops and pick up since I had become treasurer and I had never lost one solitary penny. Now I was laid up in the fucking bed and two drops were taken? It would’ve never happened on my watch.

“Who is the treasurer? Was it targeted or just lucky?” Again I was going against the grain and asking questions that I shouldn’t be asking. It was no longer my place.

“Ryder, don’t be an asshole, you’re the treasurer. Storm is just helping out. He doesn’t want your job.”

“Fuck that, take this shit back!” Storm groaned out and cursed.

“I am happy to hear that you feel that way but you and I both know that I can’t sit at the table.” I looked up at Wire. The last thing I was going to let him do was to go against the law.

He nodded his head and focused back on Storm just as Mikki stood up from what she was doing.

“He will live, but he is going to have a hell of a scar.” She looked down at Storm who was already trying to get up off the table. “You’re going to have to take it easy a bit, those stitches will tear.”

“Yes, mother,” Storm said sarcastically and laid back down on the table. Mikki smacked him on the back of his head and walked past me. She patted me softly on the shoulder possibly to tell me that there were no hard feelings for making her cry but it felt like pity and I couldn't stand that shit.

I turned to go back to my room, I’d just about enough of people looking at me like I needed to be helped.

“Ry, wait a minute.” Wire called out behind me. “We need to talk.”

I rolled behind him but when he opened the door to church I stopped. I wasn’t allowed in there anymore.

“Come on.” He held the door open for me.

“Wire, you know I am not allowed in there anymore. Don’t insult my fucking