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

legs but I would give anything to fix it for you. Do anything to give you even the slightest reprieve including just laying with you at night so you can relax. But this man,” She pointed at me, “I have no idea who he is. He isn’t the man I made myself promise not to fall in love with, he’s not the man who cares for his club and the family, he is a selfish, pathetic, asshole who doesn’t deserve to breathe the same fucking air as the people that are trying to help you. You’re lucky that you are patched member because if you weren’t I’m sure you’d be out on your ass. Alone, pathetic, and a fucking cripple.” She stormed passed me and out the door, leaving me utterly speechless. I didn’t want to admit it but I was also proud.

Cherry had stopped coming to sleep with me at night and I wasn’t desperate enough to go and beg her to come back. Not yet at least. I was sure after at least one more night with that crazy pain I would be screaming out for her like she was my mommy.

I had gone with Storm on a few pickups but I couldn’t see any blatant security breaches but that didn’t stop these Boys of Djinn from catching us with our pants down. It seemed like they were everywhere I wasn’t. While they didn’t rob Storm while I was with him, they did get Archer again down in New Orleans, they robbed our restaurant and Velvet Wings, the smaller strip club that we owned.

It was fucking infuriating, we were making close to a hundred grand a day but more than seventy percent of it was either going to resources to look for this club or being robbed by these fucks themselves. After a few runs I just stopped going, there was nothing that I could do. I stayed in my room, I raged, I slept and I ate but that was the most I was doing. Medi came daily to help me with my basic needs and Mikki pretty much took over any medical needs that I had but I only allowed them to do the bare minimum. I didn’t have time for anything else they wanted to do or the patience.

A knock startled me out of my angry daydream, “What?” I yelled in the direction of the door.

Wire walked in and waited for me to turn and face him. I wasn’t going to, I respected the man but I didn’t have the energy to be interested in whatever he was going to say.

“You not even going to look at me?”

“The fuck for? You trying to figure out the color of my eyes or some shit?” I rolled over to the bed and tried to pull myself up onto the bed. I heard Wire walk around behind me and felt the air move as he moved his arms close to me.

“If you touch me, I will rip your damn arms off and beat you to death with them. I am not a goddamn invalid, I can do shit by myself.”

He backed up, “Ryder, I’m not going to take much more of you jumping down everyone’s throat. I’m putting up with it because-”

“Who the fuck told you to put up with anything? I don’t need shit from you or anyone here. You all ain’t shit without what I helped build! I made the Wings of Diablo before I got here this was just a club of bikers trying to make an extra buck. I made us who we are. I don’t need permission from you to act how the fuck I want to act. This is my shit you think you run.”

“You’re right, Ryder,” Wire stepped up closer to my face, his eyes dilated and ink black, “all of you first gens and the original members made this club. In case you didn’t know, I don’t need anyone’s permission to strip you of your patch and dump your ass on the street, leaving you to tell people about the glory days when you used to be a Wing. Keep pressing me if you want to do just that.”

Now I stared straight at him, he knew that the club was literally the last thing I had left. I would be nothing without it. “Step out of my space Wire. Why can’t all of you just leave me the fuck alone?” I backed down. I had nothing left.

He backed down too, “We’re brothers Ry, I wouldn’t leave Clean or Storm so I’m not going to leave you alone either.”

“Whatever, what do you want. I’m going to take a nap.”

“Get your shit together.”

I sat up in bed, “What the hell? For what?”

“They walked right into Satin Wings and robbed the place, they’re getting bolder. We are still no closer to finding out how they are doing it or how in the hell they think they are going to get away with this. We have to go see Prime.”

Prime! Oh shit! Prime was the first president of the Wings of Diablo MC Club. He was in that seat for upwards of eighteen years before he gave it up to go down south and be with his daughter and granddaughter. He was around when the club was nothing but a few dudes riding their bikes and selling cartons of cigarettes for profit. My excitement died down when I thought about that trip, we’d be on the road for hours. I could barely stay in the chair for longer than two hours at a time. It would be too fucking hard to go all the way down there.

“Wire, I appreciate you trying to take me with you but I don’t think that is a good idea. I’ll just slow everything down.”

“Don’t worry about that shit, just get what you need and we will worry about everything else.”

“If you say so, Wire.” I laid back on the bed and let him walk out. It