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

wake up ok. Please just be ok.” She cried while she gently rubbed my face and head.

“They’re here, it’s about fucking time.” Maven jumped up from where she was.

The ground was shaking harder now, if I didn’t know better I would have thought it was an earthquake but no, that rumble I felt under my body was my brothers. It must have been the entire club that came because the roar of the bikes drowned out any other sound as they made their way to our location. Engines cut off and people started running towards us.

“Ryder!” Wire yelled out before he could make his way to me. He skidded to a stop and dropped down next to me, “Ripper check on Storm.”

“On it!”

The entire Wings of Diablo crew minus Archer was there, and even Tex, Shepard and Rooster from our brother crew, Spawns of Chaos, were there, weapons in hand.

“Madre de dios! What the fuck happened here.” Rooster walked around to the body of the Djinn member that was cooling on the dirt.

“Clean, get over there and see if that fuck has any identification. I want to know who he is.” Wire called out not leaving my side.

A few seconds past, Wire and Shepard were both trying to figure out a way to move me and Storm without having to bring an ambulance here.

“Oh shit.” I heard Clean’s telltale expression of trouble. As did everyone else, and it seemed they all had the same reaction as I. They closed their eyes and just sighed out in defeat. Clean has never said the words, oh shit and things were ok. Not since I’ve known him.

“Clean what’s that?” Wire called out.

“Wire, we really screwed the pooch on this one,” Clean said as he walked over to us with the dead man’s wallet in his hand.

‘Why, who is that?” Wire asked.

Clean turned the wallet around so that we could both see what he was looking at.

“Oh, motherfucking hell.” Wire ran a hand through his hair.

Cherry had killed Special Agent in Charge (SAC) Malik Djinn, he was a goddamn FBI agent.

Clean was right, we were fucked.

Chapter 13

We made it to the hospital, while Clean and the rest of the boys did what they had to do to get rid of the body. I had some inflammation in my back and a broken rib, but the majority of my injuries were all superficial, a few days rest and I would be back in good condition. Storm, on the other hand, suffered major brain trauma and was lying in the hospital in a coma. Lana, Mikki’s sister stayed by his side and reported back to us every day.

Cherry stayed by mine.

She was the only thing making things bearable.

“Hey did you need anything? I’m about to make Larry a bottle.” She asked me as she bounced the small child in her arms; he was beginning to fuss.

“No, I’m good Cherry.” I rubbed my legs trying to get the intense pins and needle sensation out. I’d already taken the medication and was waiting for the relief to kick in.

“You sure?” She asked again.

“What the fuck! I just told you no, shit Cherry.” I yelled at her, causing her to jump and Larry Jr to cry a bit harder.

She put her head down and tried to walk out.

“Cherry, wait,” I called, she turned to look at me. “I’m sorry, that was dickish. I’m hurting right now. It’s not you. I’m sorry.” She smiled a bit, never able to hold a grudge against me for long. “Here, let me hold LJ while you make him a bottle.”

She laughed as she walked over to me, “What did you call him?”

“LJ, it’s much easier than fucking saying Larry Jr every fifteen seconds.” I took the boy in my arms and secured him.

“I like it, that could stick,” she said as she walked out.

The little boy fussed in my arms, I sat him down on my lap so that he was looking at me. “Little man, you gotta give your momma a break. She’s getting you some food I promise.”

He stopped crying when I talked and just stared at my face. LJ and I had a special bond, he seemed to be totally infatuated with me and to be honest I was just as in love with him. “You see I told you momma would go for it, LJ is a good name, I am glad we picked it,” I spoke to him like he was grown and could answer me back.

He laughed and let his head fall to the side while he reached out for my beard. “So what’s next on the agenda? Should we ask her about your wardrobe?” I asked the smiling little boy. There was no response, he just looked at me and continued to play with my beard. I always took that to mean he was agreeing with whatever we were talking about. “What? Don’t tell me you like how she dresses you, for god sakes you’re wearing Bermuda shorts and sandals. You’re making my eyes hurt, you look so preppy.” I laughed as I tickled his stomach lightly.

As if to respond to what I was saying, LJ reached down and pulled on a shoe before expertly putting it directly in his mouth. I laughed and took it from him.

“Exactly, these shoes have got to go. You good with these shorts, though?” He just looked some more and reached back up to my beard. “Fine, if you like them, I will deal, but when you start walking, I’m gonna get you some real pants.”

LJ laughed, continuing to pull on my beard lightly.

I ballooned my cheeks and opened my eyes real big, making a funny face every time he tugged, which only made him screech out in joy and I laughed right along with him.

“What exactly is wrong with my choice in clothing?” A smiling Cherry asked from the doorway.

I turned him around to face her, “Would you look at him, he looks like