by Erin Trejo
RUGER
Soulless Bastards MC
So Cal
Ruger
Soulless Bastards MC
So Cal
By Erin Trejo
Edited by: Elfwerks Editing
Cover Model: Dean McCudden
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Ruger DeWayne Holten. Age: 35 Height: 6’4”
Occupation: Killer for hire
Religion: Never had one
Looking for: Women of all ages
Looks like a dating profile, doesn’t it? That’s because it is. Apparently, that is the best way to find what you are looking for. The only problem? I’m not fucking looking for a thing. I don’t want a woman. Wouldn’t keep her around even if I did. I don’t do one woman. I can’t. I don’t have it in me. That profile you’re reading? It’s all part of the game. We know someone is taking women. We know they are selling them too. Recently, I came across a situation with our Northern chapter. A piece of shit club had been accumulating women. I want to know where the fuck those women are going. I want to know who the hell is behind it. You might be asking yourself why I even give a shit, and the only thing I can think of is my sister. She’s the one bright thing I have in my life. She’s the little sister that everyone wished they had. She’s my life. Although she wants nothing to do with the MC world I live in, she’s still my family, my blood. When she first went missing, I thought she was out with her little boyfriend. I saw her credit cards being used near the Mexican border. I figured they were out for a good time. I couldn’t have been more wrong. My guys reported back to me that Angie was seen being taken. They went through hours of footage they could get from any security camera in the area. It revealed man who never showed his face, wearing a black hoodie was the one using her cards. I guess that was their attempt at covering up what they’d done. Too bad we are smarter than that.
When the one thing that is most important to you in life goes missing, you go missing. A part of you isn’t settled. It bleeds. It aches. You know that part will never be the same unless the piece of the puzzle is put back into place. Angie is that piece. I will turn this world over to find her. I’m the monster that should be feared. I’m the threat to your livelihood. I’m the person that you should watch over your shoulder for. You might not see me coming, but I’m always there. In the shadows. In the back of the room. In that one place you thought you were safe.
Until I find Angie, no one is safe.
Chapter 1
“You should see the bitches respondin’ to this ad.” Draven chuckles as he flicks over the screen. I don’t see what’s funny about this.
“I might just pick one up,” I growl as all eyes come to rest on me. They know I’m not in the mood for games. It’s been weeks since I’ve heard from Angie. She may hate my choice in lifestyle, but that doesn’t stop us from being family. We talk on the phone damn near every day even if it is just a fuck you and go on with your day message.
“You know if you’d calm the fuck down, we could get more accomplished,” Draven snaps over his shoulder.
Fuck him. He knows shit. I’m on edge. I have every right to be when my sister was drug into the back of a van and vanished.She vanished. The van? Nowhere to be found. It’s like a fucking ghost ship.
“If you’d fuck off, that would be better. In fact, if you say one more goddamn word to me I’ll be using your ass as my daily pussy,” I growl before I turn on my heel and walk away. My nerves can’t take this. I can’t take this. When I was younger, I was in the army. I was a goddamn soldier. I was good at it. At least the killing part. I didn’t care what it was, I could fuck it up. I’m still that way. The discipline part? Yeah, that never really stuck. I was the wild card, the one they always kept an eye on. I couldn’t be left to my own devices. Nope, they checked on my ass more than I stick my dick in a pussy - which is quiet often. The guys here know that. My brothers know when I need my space though. They gladly give it. They know what I’m capable of and what I might do.
I stomp outside, lighting up a cigarette. Blowing the smoke through my nose, I turn my head to see Hawk walking toward me. He’s probably coming to chew my ass out again.
“I get what you’re feelin’. You know the club is backin’ you on this. I’ve called in a few favors, see what we get. We’ll get her back,” Hawk says, running his hand over his face.
I cock my head and study the man in front of me. The man who took me in when I had nothing. He’s older now. He’s greying. His face is beginning to show more and more signs of his old age, but he still has the heart of a fighter. I look at him as sort of a father figure, the family that I wanted when I was younger. I don’t have a lot in this life and losing him on top of Angie would be hell for me.
“I know. I appreciate it too but I should have known better, Hawk. Angie may have done shit like that before but she’d always call me. It’s my fault. What if they are targetin’ me? The club?” I stuff the cigarette back between my lips when Hawk moves. He turns to stand in front of me, his hand coming to my shoulder.
“Ruger. You’ve always been like a son to me. I know how much rage and anger sits in that chest of yours, but you got to rein that shit in sometime. This wasn’t your fault. I know you don’t want to fuckin’ hear it and I don’t give a shit. It’s not. Angie’s an adult. She went out, shit happened. We will get her back, but sittin’ around here blamin’ yourself isn’t helpin’ shit. You need to get your focus back where it belongs. On the motherfuckers who have her.” His eyes hold sincerity that I know the man has inside of him. Outsiders wouldn’t see it. It’s reserved for his club family. It’s a fucking honor for me to be a part of this.
“I know, Hawk. I know brother but fuck! She’s my blood. I saw what those girls looked like up north. Whoever did that shit, I will take them all
out, man. I will fuck each one of them the way they fucked those girls,” I vow
Hawk laughs, lowering his hand before he says, “I have no doubt about that, Ruger. No doubts at all. Let’s get to work. See what we get. When we have a hit, you’re on lead.”
My head jerks up to look at him. He’s never put me on lead. Mainly because my actions can’t be trusted. I go off on my own vigilante missions and to hell with everyone else.
“You’re gonna put me on the front line?” I ask needing to hear it again, because most days I don’t even trust myself.
“Goddamn right. This is your blood we’re talkin’ about. This is somethin’ close to you and now these motherfuckers made it personal. You want lead? You got it.” Hawk slaps my arm before turning and walking back toward the clubhouse.
“Hey, Hawk!” I call out behind him. He stops and looks over his shoulder, giving me a jerk of his head.
“I want that spot,” I tell him.
“It’s all yours.”
Chapter 2
Pussy is pussy. I don’t care what color it is. I don’t care what’s attached to it. I just want something warm and tight to shove my dick in. That’s what I get with Amber. I pull her hair as I slam into her. There’s nothing about her that I’m enjoying aside from her pussy. Talking is a no go. Her tits aren’t anything worth playing with either.
“Ruger,” she whines, her hand reaching behind her trying to tug at me. I slap it away and continue thrusting until I get bored. A few more thrusts and I come. It isn’t anything notable. It is what it is. I pull out as soon as I’m done.
“Where are you going?” she whines as I climb off the bed, pulling the used condom off as I go. I tie the end and toss it into the trash when I glance back over at her.
“We’re done here,” I tell her. Her eyes blaze with anger. I know I didn’t get her off. I don’t give a shit either.
“Are you kidding me? The big bad Ruger can’t keep it hard for any longer than that?” she says snidely.
In a few short strides I make it back to her, lifting her off the bed by her throat. I cock my head to the side and study her.
“You questionin’ what I can do, darlin’? I’m pretty sure you’ve heard the horror stories. You just aren’t my type,” I growl with a newfound frustration. Someone knocking on my front door is the only reason I let the bitch loose. Her body drops onto the bed as she gasps for air. Grabbing my jeans, I pull them on as I walk down the hall toward the living room. When I pull the door open, I’m surprised by my visitors; I wasn’t expecting to find Hawk and some chick.
“What’s goin’ on?” I ask as the girl eyes my chest. I smirk as her eyes widen the more she takes me in. A nakedchest never fails to attract the women. Especially mine. I stay in shape but it’s the scars that seem to attract them to me. They always want to know what happened to me even if it is none of their fucking business.
“You remember when I went out to New York to help a friend out with his unruly daughter years back?” Hawk says with a grin on his face.
I nod my head before I say, “Yeah. So, what?”
“Meet Kira Deloney.” Hawk shoves the girl in front of him. I look down at her, taking her in. Her size. She’s taller than most girls around five nine. She is curvy and has pretty eyes. That’s about it.
“I see her. Now what?” I ask as if I don’t have anything better to do with my time.
“Kira is gonna help with your sister’s case. She has some intel. She knows some of the inner workin’s of these things.”
I huff and shake my head before dragging my eyes back to Hawk’s and saying, “You’re fuckin’ me, right?”
Hawk shakes his head before his eyes harden. “Not at all. Her story isn’t mine to tell but she’s been in the same position those girls have. She knows the inside better than we do. She’s an asset. You want it or not?” Hawk growls, his attitude shifting. I slowly drag my gaze back to Kira’s. I see the strength in her. I can also see the past in those haunted green eyes.
Just as I’m about to say something, Amber comes up behind me, pushing past me. She eyes Kira like she’s a piece of trash before saying, “Good luck with this bastard.” I start to reach for her again when Hawk steps between us. He pushes Amber toward the steps before dragging his gaze back to me.
“I’m not even gonna ask what that was about. Kira’s here. I’ll set her up at the club house. Get with her tomorrow. You two can talk it out,” Hawk says, turning on his heel. He walks down the steps as I scrub my hand over my face and sigh.
“He’s telling the truth. I lived through it. It almost killed me, but I’m stronger than most girls. I’ll do whatever I can to help you get your sister back.” Kira gives me a sad smile before turning to follow Hawk back toward the clubhouse.
“Hey,” I call out to her. Kira looks over her shoulder at me, not saying a word.
“Thanks for helpin’. I just want my sister home.”
She smiles sadly, nodding her head. “We’ll find her.”
I watch the girl walk away, taking note of her ass. I’m a fucking bastard. It’s what I do. I groan and rub my hand over my dick before heading back inside, closing the door behind me. Heading into the kitchen, I grab a beer and pop the top before dropping into the chair. I grab my phone off the table and dial my sister’s number as I swallow down big gulps of my beer.
“Hey! This is Angie! Leave me a message and I’ll call you soon. Loves and kisses.”
I hang up and call back a million times just to hear her voice. She’s my little sister. She’s the only real family I have, and now that’s gone. I lean forward and rest my elbows on the table in front of me. Staring down at the chippedwood, I sigh.
“You’ve gotta be ok, Ang. I can’t live without you here.”
Chapter 3
Walking into the club house, my eyes find her. Kira is sitting at the bar with a plate of food in front of her. Her long blonde hair is piled on top of her head. Her sweatpants look two sizes too big and her tank top two sizes too small. She’s definitely different from the club whores around here.
“Whenever you’re done staring at me, you could say hi,” she says without even looking over her shoulder. I like her already. She’s observant.
“I guess I could.” She finally turns to look over her shoulder as I make my way toward where she’s sitting. I drop onto the stool next to her.
“Good morning, Ruger. Sleep good?” she asks before shoveling her eggs in her mouth. Damn, the girl can eat too.
“I don’t sleep much,” I inform her. She nods like she understands, but I doubt she does. Bev walks in with more plates and a smile on her face.
“Hey, Ruger. You hungry, honey? You better eat before this one gets a hold of it. I’ve never seen one of the girls around here eat like this one,” Bev says, setting a plate of food in front of me and nodding toward Kira.
“Is that right? I suppose I should watch her huh?” I tease Bev a little.
“She might be able to out eat you, Ruger.” Bev raises her eyebrows as I chuckle.
“We’ll see about that. Thanks, Bev.” She nods and walks away when I pick up my fork and begin to eat. The silence is strange but I’m typically up before the other guys anyway. I eat and eat until my plate’s clean. I glance over and notice Kira is already done too, but she sits in silence, tracing an invisible pattern on the counter. Her finger moves slowly in the shape over and over again. I watch her intently wondering what she sees in it. What she’s thinking right now.
“It was right before Hawk came out to New York,” she says to no one really. When I don’t respond I realize she was talking to me. Her head slowly rises, her eyes locking with mine.
“I was taken. I went out with some friends to a club I hadn’t heard of. I should have known better. I was always smarter than that, you know? I went anyway. We were having a good time. I told my friend I needed to use the bathroom, and on my way to the back, a guy stopped me. He was tall. Very good looking. He talked and smiled and completely cap
tured me. I went into the bathroom and when I came back out he was waiting. At first, I thought what the hell?I might as well enjoy myself, but that wasn’t how it went down.” She stops talking, her eyes going distant. She isn’t here. She’s lost in her past. A past that I’m not sure I want to hear about. Kira swallows hard, shaking her head before she continues, “We danced and hung out for a while. All my girls had left already with some guys they picked up. Garret, the guy I was dancing with, and I walked out the front door. Everything changed in the blink of an eye. That sweet guy I was dancing with turned into my worst nightmare. His whole attitude shifted. He became aggressive. He grabbed me, dragged me through the parking lot, and threw me into the back of a waiting truck. There were two men in the back. I don’t remember a lot after that.” Kira turns away and looks back at the bar, the invisible shape coming back to her. She starts to trace it again with her finger when I reach over and place my hand over hers.
“You didn’t deserve that shit. You came out stronger, yeah? I can see it in your eyes. You didn’t let them ruin you, Kira,” I tell her.
She looks at my hand that now covers hers before slowly pulling it free. She glances over at me.
“I did let them break me. I’ve not let a man touch me since that day. I’ve learned. I’ve researched. I’ve taken in as much knowledge as I could. I helped my dad find a few of them. That’s as far as we got so when Hawk told him about this, I wanted in. I wanted to help.” Out of everything she has just said to me, the part that hits me in the chest is that she hasn’t been with anyone else. Did they really break her like that?
“You seem so strong, Kira. I’d love your help. I don’t want you gettin’ lost in the dark again, darlin’. That’s one thing I couldn’t live with. I may be a bastard and I may treat women like shit, but breakin’ someone like you? I couldn’t do it.” I shove off the stool and head toward Hawk’s office when I hear her behind me.
