Connected in Code: (Ravage MC Rebellion Series Book Four) A Motorcycle Club Romance of Wrong Way & Hayden

by Ryan Michele

  Tony had proved to be an asset to the store and club.

  “Anything I can do for ya?” he asked, eyes wide, wanting to please. Good and bad. The bad was because no one wanted a kiss ass. Man up. But on the flip side of that, it was good—for us.

  The Ravage MC owned quite a few properties. The gas stations and convenience stores brought in a lot of clean money to the business. It was my job to keep those numbers correct with no room for error. As the secretary of the club, every drop of money that came in or went out of Ravage MC was my responsibility.

  That used to be my only job, but after getting fucked over by Lemon, all of his tech responsibilities fell into my lap because I knew how to work computers. When Crow took over, he wanted me on numbers—that was where I stayed.

  While I loved numbers, the computers were a change of pace, and getting back into the swing of things, I liked them as well.

  “Nope. I’ll finish up here and go down to the basement for a while.”

  He nodded and left the room quickly. Downstairs, the basement, as we called it, was where we kept our stock that needed to be sold. It was breached thanks to Lemon and now had thumbprint detectors in place to access the room, along with some serious locks.

  We got lucky and got our shit back, but it was close.

  We continued keeping a close eye on the basement, making sure no one else dared attempt to take our shit. What Lemon did spread like wildfire, and Ravage had some enemies. Those who would try. We hadn’t had a problem, at least not yet, and we weren’t going to start. The Ravage MC didn’t know how to play nice.

  Closing up shop and heading down to the basement, I pulled out my tablet and began counting, opening heavy crates then putting them back together. Nothing appeared touched, and all stock was accounted for.

  At least we had that going for us. We were taking the positives every chance we got.

  Nodding to Tony and Gus, the guy who ran the register, I headed out to my bike, a one of a kind candy apple red Harley Davidson Fat Boy with a slight drop to the frame and custom exhaust that made sure I was heard long before I was seen. Climbing on the beast, I settled in comfortably and started it up.

  The breeze felt good, but my head wouldn’t clear. The damn loop still plagued me. I needed to dig further. I needed to crack this code and tell my brothers what the hell was going on.

  Entering the clubhouse, the place was already busy. There was never a short supply of willing women and booze. It made the world go around. Sex I meant, always sex.

  It brought up visions of Hayden laying on her bed, naked and hot as all hell. My cock started to harden.

  “What’s up, man?” Crow asked, taking my hand then slapping my back, my cock deflating.

  “Everything adds up at the stores. Tony’s doin’ a good job so far. Stock is all good as well, but we need to talk.” I nodded to go downstairs to Crow’s office. “Office.”

  Crow nodded, turned, walked down the hall and then the stairs. I followed, and Brewer came up behind. Not that I wanted to have this conversation, but they needed to be kept up to date.

  “You sure as shit got laid because you’re mellow as fuck,” Brewer joked as he shut the door to the office. He was right. There was a calm over me that hadn’t been there since before all this shit with Lemon happened.

  Hayden.

  “You saw her,” I commented, remembering how fucking hot she looked at the bar.

  Crow’s office was on one side of the basement while a large room for church was on the other.

  Off to the corner was a room that housed all of our books. The legal and not so legal ones. They were all down to a T when it came to lining up. I knew because I did them all. Everything for the tax man was lined up step by step, just in case. There was always a chance they wanted to fuck with us, and pulling the taxes would be a good go. But they would have a serious dead end. We had filing cabinets for days with all the shit I kept for them.

  On the other side was a safe room. It didn’t have much—a bed and urinal. We had to lock Crow down once when he was drunk and tried to get on his bike to chase after Rylynn. That wasn’t the best night.

  Crow’s office was large. It had a large sofa, and covering the wall above it was a black and white image that read: Welcome to Rebellion. A bathroom was accessible as well.

  The desk was the original from when Crow's father used it more than thirty years ago. Three chairs sat in front of the desk.

  “Yeah, I fuckin’ saw her. Where the fuck you hidin’ her at?” Brewer shut the door as we took seats. Crow sat at his desk, and we sat in two of the three chairs in front of the desk.

  “Somewhere, where you can’t get your hands on her.”

  Brewer chuckled. “I’d keep her hidden too. That woman is fine.”

  “Gotta admit, she is,” Crow added in. Oh how I’d love to hear him say that in front of his woman. She would probably cut off his dick.

  “Don’t I fuckin’ know it.”

  “What’s goin’ on?” Crow asked, sitting back in his chair and getting down to business. He was never one for procrastination.

  “The main program for our security is up and running. I’ve tested it and am confident with it. Now I’m branching off of it and adding the clubhouse, stores, basement, warehouse and the land up by the old Purple Pride. It’s very close to being fully complete.”

  There were only a few more things I needed to complete. I’d worked on it all night last night before going into the store. It would be a huge weight off of my shoulders.

  “It should be done here in a coupla hours.” Crow nodded as I continued. “Hornet and Rooster got all the cameras up and wired. They’re linked to the computers in my room, the office, and the tower. Soon as I finish it’ll be good.” The tower was literally a tower at our front gate where whoever was on duty would check people out before they could enter Ravage property. It was armed as well. Never knew when someone would try to break in.

  “This is good, man,” Crow said from his desk. “We got all the money back, right?”

  Millions. Yes, millions were almost stolen from us. They were in cyber limbo there for a while, ready to be transferred into an offshore account. I was able to find it and intercept it before it got to its destination. If it had, it would’ve taken me years to get it handled.

  “Yep. I’ve distributed it through several different accounts. At least what I could without gettin’ flagged by the cops.”

  “All that money is legit,” Brewer added, and he was right. That was income from the shops and rental properties. All taxable. We always paid our fair share to the tax man.

  “Yeah. But because it was so much at once, I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t in the same pots. It makes it harder for someone to access if they have to acquire different information on each.”

  Crow rubbed his chin. “So what’s the problem?”

  “While I was settin’ shit up, there was an instance where someone tried to hack into Ravage.” I held up my hand, knowing Crow was going to blow. “I know. I know. I’m on it. They haven’t tried again, but that doesn’t mean they won’t.”

  “With the computers down, how did they not get what they needed, or do we not know?” Brewer asked, his hand going through his hair.

  “No way to know for sure, but what they tried to get into was our money.” It was always about the damn money. Sex, money, and power, the root of all evil in this world. “But those were the first things I locked down. I’ve run some programs through the accounts to see if anything had been tampered with, and there’s nothin’ there. And all the numbers are flush.”

  “So we’re sure they didn’t get shit,” Crow stated, his eyes boring into mine.

  “I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure.”

  Crow let out a deep breath. “Alright, how do we find the fuckers?”

  “That’s the tricky part. The IP addresses led me nowhere, sending me into a never-ending loop. But if they try again, I set it up so I’d be able to track them.” />
  “I can’t believe this shit is happening again.” Crow ran his hands through his hair, a clear sign of his frustration.

  I leaned back in my chair, answering Crow. “It’s not like it was with Lemon, though, because I’m on it before it turns into anything. The way the world is now, everything is linked to a computer. There could be some kid out in bum-fuck Iowa playin’ on a computer, not knowin’ exactly what they’re doin’. It’s a stretch, but as long as we keep on top of shit, we’ll be good.”

  “I’ll let you handle it,” Crow said then looked to the both of us. “Now, stores and stations are booming.” I nodded to this fact, because I gave it to him. “We need to figure out what to do with the land by The Purple Pride. It’s just sittin’ there not makin’ any money.”

  Leaning forward, my elbows went to my knees. “I was thinkin’ about that. What about some poker tables? Highstakes. Invite only.”

  “We’d need some kind of front,” Brewer put in. “Cops would be on our ass like flies on shit.” This was terribly true. In Alabama, gambling was very much illegal. Fuck, old ladies couldn’t even do bingo in these parts without the cops putting an end to it.

  “True. It would have to be completely under the radar. The first people we’d invite would be the mayor and a few of the local big shots. Get them under our wing so, along with Kenny, we could keep everyone off our asses.”

  Crow listened intently, weighing everything before speaking. “It would be lucrative. Some of these assholes are just itchin’ to gamble. Fuck, they’d even gamble the shirts off their back. We could rake in some serious cash. But…”

  I smirked at the ‘but’ as he continued.

  “The heat for it could get hot if we don’t get who we need under our control. Kenny can’t cover feds. Not only that, but we can’t run the tables all the time. What would the face be? It’d have to be somethin’ where people come in and out often.”

  Times like these were exciting for us. Trying new things and developing new ways to make money. We excelled in this shit. But we also had to look out for what was best for the club and us.

  “We have the equipment from the old chop shop. What if …” I drew out a moment as the vision in my head placed the last puzzle pieces. “What if we bought old cars from the impound and chopped their parts. We could resell them and everything would be on the table. They wouldn’t be high-end parts, but how many people need to fix shit around here?”

  “Lots. Or we could make it a legit parts place where we get shit from the factory. That would cut down on man hours choppin’ the cars. That was the issue before,” Brewer added.

  “Well, we’re not decidin’ shit today. Keep thinkin’, and we’ll come up with somethin’. Alright, I’m out. I have a woman to fuck.”

  A chuckle escaped me. “Me too.”

  Brewer shook his head. “I’m goin’ upstairs to find mine. Lucky bastards,” he scoffed as we chuckled.

  It was good to be in the Ravage MC.

  15

  Hayden

  The roar of the pipes could be heard throughout the house. Flipping back the curtain, Wrong Way had pulled into my driveway. What a damn sight. The man straddled that steel horse like he was meant to be on it. Controlled. Hot. So damn sexy. Even the way he kicked the stand and swung his leg off was hot as hell.

  With a smile on my face, I flung the door open, but his gaze was next door. Mine followed, and I gasped in a breath.

  Taking off quickly, Wrong Way made it to Ms. M’s house before I did, just in time to catch the short older woman, Phillis, from crashing down to the ground.

  Ms. M came out the door. “Oh, Phillis, you just saw my grandson and wanted his hands on you!”

  Phillis gave a small smile, and I burst out laughing. She was a conniving little thing, but who could blame her. Wrong Way was so damn worth it.

  Wrong Way helped Phillis to the door where Ms. M rolled her eyes up at him. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, and I swear my ovaries exploded. There was something about a big, strong man showing his sweet side that turned my insides to mush.

  “What’s my boy doin’ around these parts?” she asked him, her gaze going between the both of us appraisingly. She didn’t need to say a word because I could read it on her face. She approved.

  “Came to see Hayden. You good?”

  Ms. M had a mischievous look on her face, but said, “Oh yes. It’s bunko night, and they had to do it here. It’s fine, but Myrrha, she passes so much gas, I have to douse the place in Lysol once she leaves.”

  “I heard that!” a woman inside the house yelled.

  “Good! Maybe next time you’ll bring me the damn Lysol!” Ms. M fired back.

  “You don’t need it,” the woman said.

  “Your damn flatulence needs help!” Ms. M fired back. My stomach started to cramp with so much laughter.

  “Just like your mouth needs a clamp on it!” the woman inside yelled back.

  Ms. M’s hands went to her hips. “The day they put a clamp on my mouth is the day they put me six feet under!”

  “That can be arranged.”

  Ms. M shook her head. “You see the idiots I have to work with here.”

  “You have fun with that. We’ll catch ya later, Grams,” Wrong Way told her, and I gave her a smile. There was nothing to say.

  But I did have something for Wrong Way as we walked back to my house. “Is it me, or is your grandma the shit?”

  He laughed, draping his arm over my shoulders and pulling me in tight to his warm, strong body. “Yeah. She is.”

  “I’m pretty positive I want to be her when I grow up.”

  He kissed the top of my head. “I like who you are.”

  My insides fluttered once again. “I like you too.”

  There was silence for only the briefest of moments. “You seem awfully chipper tonight,” he said, shutting my front door and locking it. It was true. I did feel good. Not only did Gladys get arrested, but they took all the puppies to the local shelter. It was my mission tomorrow to get down there and see them. Even if I could just hold them for a little while and give them some kind of love. It wouldn’t be enough, but I hoped like hell they could find forever homes.

  The bitch, Gladys, would hopefully get some time. When I searched online for the Alabama laws on animal cruelty, it said she could get up to ten years in prison and fined fifteen thousand dollars. But our justice system was broken, and since it was her first crime, I was sure her attorneys would work something out with the prosecutors.

  I hoped she would get time behind bars so she’d know what it felt like, but if she did or if she didn’t, I’d have something planned for her when she got back home. She was done playing her games with defenseless creatures. One way or another those animals would get justice.

  “Just havin’ a good day I guess.”

  I pushed in the code for the alarm, turned around and Wrong Way was right there. I jumped and gasped as he wrapped me in his arms, leaned down, and took my mouth. Damn, he tasted so good. I could eat him for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

  His hands were all over me, tugging at my jeans and pulling them plus my underwear down my legs. I had to kick my shoes off to let the fabric fall to the floor. My hands unlatched his belt, opening his zipper, and pulling his pants down. He tossed my shirt off and got rid of my bra like a pro. He lifted his arms once for me to get his shirt off. We were skin to skin, and I loved that.

  He lifted me, my legs wrapping around his hips, my back to the door. He slid inside of me. When I gasped, he took more of my mouth, going deeper and harder.

  His thrusts were quick, rough, and hard, his mouth continuing to devour me. “Yes,” I moaned, my head falling back to the door. He didn’t let me stay there long.

  “Give me that fuckin’ mouth,” he ordered, and I did.

  Over and over he thrust, my body stirring, and tingles shot through my legs. He swirled his hips one way and then the other. He hit just the right spot, and I exploded, coming all over his cock.


  Three thrusts later and I was able to watch his face as he came inside of me.

  The alarm on the oven went off. “Shit! The lasagna. I hope it didn’t burn.”

  He chuckled, setting me down with another kiss.

  Running to the kitchen, I heard Wrong Way laughing.

  I yelled, “You won’t be laughing when our dinner is fried!”

  Getting to the stove in time, I pulled out the cheesy, meaty goodness, thanking the heavens above it didn’t burn. Pulling it out, the pan touched the top part of my breast. “Fuck!” I set the pan down on the stove and rushed over to the water.

  Wrong Way came bounding in, Luna on his heels. “What’s wrong?”

  The burn throbbed as I let the cool water run over my naked flesh that was turning red. “I burned myself gettin’ the pan out of the oven. I normally don’t cook naked.”

  My chuckle was a bit lighthearted. All the shit I’d been through and a burn on my chest was killing me. Ironic.

  “Who would’ve thought a burn would hurt worse than gettin’ stabbed in the leg,” I grumbled, and Wrong Way stilled next to me.

  “Stabbed? What the fuck, Hayden?”

  We’d talked, of course, but I never went into how I grew up or what I had to do to survive. We were fun and playful. There was no need to bring any of that shit up. The heavy just stayed away so we could enjoy ourselves.

  I removed my boob from the water, and it instantly burned again. Therefore, I put it back under the water. Burns. What to do for burns? Aloe? Limacine?

  “Let me see,” Wrong Way demanded, leaving what he said before hanging in the air.

  “Just admit you want to touch my boobie,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood. We’d had a damn good night, and I didn’t want to ruin it.

  “Babe, I can touch your tits whenever I want. You gettin’ burned is not good with me.”

  I felt my heart melt just a bit more for this man. He touched me tenderly, pulling me out of the water. “No more than five minutes. Do you have aloe?”

  “In the bathroom,” I replied, watching him take off down the hall. Fuck, burns hurt.