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Bound by Wreckage
Ravage MC Bound Series Book Six
Ryan Michele
Bound by Wreckage (Ravage MC Bound Series Book Five) Copyright © Ryan Michele 2018—Wicked Words Publishing, LLC
All Rights Reserved. This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction in whole or in part, without express written permission from Ryan Michele.
This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All sexually active characters portrayed in this book are eighteen years of age or older. Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, violence, explicit language and dark romance offends you.
This is not meant to be an exact depiction of life in a motorcycle club, but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain.
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1st edition published: July 17, 2018
AISN: B07CK22HSR
ISBN-13: 978-1722726331
ISBN-10: 1722726334
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Editing by: Silla Webb
Critique and Sanity Keeper: Chelsea Camaron
Cover Design by: Cassy Roop at Pink Ink Designs
Photography by: Golden Czermak at FuriousFotog
Models: Nick Bennett & Madena Rose
Contents
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Blurb
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Prologue
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
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
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About the Author
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Ravage MC Series
Ravage Me
Seduce Me:
Consume Me
Inflame Me
Captivate Me
Ravage MC Novella Collection
Ravage MC Box Set
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Bound by Ravage: A Taste of the Ravage MC
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Ravage MC Bound Series
Bound by Family
Bound by Desire
Bound by Vengeance
Bound by Affliction
Bound by Destiny
Bound by Wreckage
Bound by Destruction
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Ravage MC Rebellion Series
Connected in Pain
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Power Chain: Anti-Hero Game
Power Chain
PowerHouse
Power Player
PowerLess
Overpowered
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Vipers Creed MC
Crossover
Challenged
Conquering
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Ruthless Rebels MC
Shamed
Scorned
Scarred
Schooled
Ruthless Rebels Box Set
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Raber Wolf Pack Series
Raber Wolf Pack Book 1
Raber Wolf Pack Book 2
Raber Wolf Pack Book 3
Raber Wolf Pack Series Box Set
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Standalone Romances
Full Length Novels
Needing to Fall
Safe
Wanting You
Blood & Loyalties: A Mafia Romance
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Novellas
Stood Up (Billionaire Up Romance)
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Short Stories
Hate to Love
Branded
Bangin’
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Blurb
Lennox “Nox” Cruz can’t turn his back. No matter the collateral damage, he can’t walk away. He simply isn’t that kind of man.
Carsyn Devero is in too deep. The skeletons in her closet come out daily to remind her of the past she can’t escape.
A chance encounter brings a boy who is now a man back into her world. As much as she knows she needs to walk away, Nox won’t let her.
She’s stuck and doesn’t want to drag him down into her storm. He’s relentless and refuses to let her fall.
They’re bound by the wreckage, only holding onto hope no one else will go down with them. With Ravage MC at his back, will they find their way out to a future together?
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Prologue
Carsyn
Once upon a time, I had a different life.
Back then, I knew a boy. A boy who had charisma, strength, and loyalty oozing from his pores.
That very same boy grew up to be a man. A man who didn’t need charisma because everything about him drew me in. A man so strong he could take on the greatest of superheroes and not break a sweat.
Loyalty.
No one is more loyal than Lennox Cruz. He gave me this gift, so precious without any stipulations, and it’s why I sit here today. I take a deep breath and give silent thanks once again for all that he has given me without even knowing the extent of his gift.
The needles poke in my skin over and over, while the buzzing fills the room. Each movement of the gun causes goose bumps to rise on my flesh, and the sound calms me.
A message on my skin that no one can erase, as if I’m rewriting my story and starting new. Because once upon a time, I knew what it was to be free and to live a life full of love, happiness, and hope. Most would think that I’d need a blank canvas for that, but for me it’s different. Each tattoo is my life. The good, bad, ugly, and really fucking bad all wrapped in words and pictures around me.
The large piece on my calf consists of nine different butterflies. They’re in a 3D form and look as though they are taking flight or hovering above my skin. Each one goes in different directions such as my life spinning me just the same. Today, the tenth will be put into place.
They are each unique, because several different artists have worked their magic on me, weaving their styles with my wants. All my ink is significant, but it’s the butterflies that are the most.
Each one represents a year of my life lived in hell and my hope for a rebirth. My fresh start. Each one spreading out its wings to soar above and be free after coming out of a dark cocoon, rebuilding themselves from nothing. Freedom doesn’t really come for someone like me, though. It’s about the hope and only a matter of time before it will run out. I need to enjoy this taste of a peaceful life while I can.
This butterfly is distinguished in its own way. The colors are red and
black, and its wings are spread with a shadow underneath of it, making it look like it’s hovering over my skin. Protecting. Watching. Waiting.
The only instructions I gave Jade—the woman with the gun—was I wanted a 3D butterfly like the others, but unique, and the colors had to be black and red—to remind me. Remind me of a time that for once I wasn’t an object. That I was an actual human being.
The moment in time when I meant something other than a pretty face. When a man looked at me like I hung the moon and not as a useless human being. When a man touched me in a deep, profound way, reshaping my thoughts about myself. Special.
“Hun, you doin’ okay?” Jade asks as I look down at her. She’s covered in concern.
I give her my most compelling smile that I’ve mastered over the years. It’s the one that’s saved me many times. It will also be my demise.
“Yep,” I answer, laying my head down on the cushioned chair. We’re in a private room in the back. Stupid is not a word to describe me. He is coming for me, and there is no way I’ll go to him freely. Every move I make is calculated. Even though I know my time away is fleeting because he never gives up.
Fighting, kicking, screaming and gunshots—it’s the only way he’ll get me. Never will I submit myself to his life and his control. I will fight with every breath, every day for as long as I can. I’m going to pay for it, this much I know. But under it all: the makeup, too tight clothes, and sullen face, I’ve learned I’m a fighter and I won’t go down easy, no matter how much it will cost me later.
The buzzing continues, and I try my damnedest not to let the thoughts invade because each time they do, this feeling pulls me lower. The anguish, hate, betrayal, and hurt all want to take me down. I’ve let them—many times. They’re always there below the surface fighting to get out, but I don’t want to be that woman any more.
Hope is all I have, now. The hope that they won’t find me, even though they will. There is this sliver inside of me that will not die. As my mom used to say, it’s the strength of a Kratos coming through. It’s in our blood, the fight to carry on and push through.
Those words are all there is to hold on to. There is also the hope that in another life, I’ll see Nox again and give him just a taste of what he’s given to me.
“All done.”
I sit up and see the amazing butterfly up my calf almost to my knee. The wings are beautifully spread, and the detail of each line is exquisite defining every vein precisely. The reds are deep and move lighter in some parts, each shading together and creating a beauty I’ll cherish forever.
“Where’s the N?”
Jade smiles. “You told me to make it invisible.” Her glove-covered fingers move to the ink. “Here. It’s in the veins on the bottom right wing.”
Low and behold, there it is blended in with some color. Now that I know it’s there, it’s plain as day jumping out at me. But no one will know it by looking at it. It’s truly mine and mine alone. Even allowing the world to see it, it will still be hidden.
I needed to have a piece of him with me. We would never meet again, but the impression he made on me in a very short amount of time needed to be remembered. He needed to be remembered. I would never have him. I had faced this reality, but this piece is all mine.
“It’s great. You did amazing work,” I tell her as pride in her work oozes off her.
“Thanks.”
I leave it at that.
I make my way through the streets, down the alley, and to my door. It’s a hotel that rents by the week and it’s a damn pit, but there are heavy doors with locks on them and that’s what’s important.
Now all I need to do is survive.
I won’t hold Nox back. I’ll give him the freedom from my tainted past. I refuse for him to be bound by my wreckage.
I’m damned to the life I have, but I won’t tie him to it.
At least one of us will be free from the wreckage.
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Nox
My Harley vibrates between my legs as the cool breeze of the Georgia night washes over me. The pavement glides under my tires as the machine moves me through the air. The rumble puts me at ease along with the freedom I feel every time I hop on my ride. It’s always the calm before the storm, therefore I take several moments to embrace it and let it feed my soul.
Since a young age, all I’ve ever known is riding. Gliding through the open road and watching the pavement pass by in a blur. Each time is just like the first, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. My father, Cruz, had me out on one at only a few months old. Of course, I don’t remember it, but the pictures my mother took with me smiling prove it.
I was destined to ride.
Green lifts his arm pointing to a small entrance as he turns his bike and enters with me at his back.
In this world, trust is never fully viable with anyone except for my brothers in the Ravage MC. We always take a brother’s back and never go it alone. We run on the knowledge of every single thing that happens in or around us. The more we know, the more effective we are. The more effective we are, the better we can take care of our family.
In the end, protecting and providing for Ravage is all that matters to any of us. The world could crumble, but we would remain standing firm—together.
That is why Green and I are here at the Rangers’ compound. Information. It’s all about knowing anything and everything concerning both our allies and enemies alike.
They put themselves out there like they are a club, but they’re not—at least not like Ravage. The Rangers are a different breed. Not family, but more like business associates—or wild monkeys trapped in a zoo; I haven’t made up my mind on which is really their truth. They are a group of their own making that Ravage has had their eye on for as long as I can remember.
They don’t get in our business and we don’t get into theirs; as long as they stay out of Sumner for everything they do, we let them be. They’re shitheads for the most part, at least in my eyes. Hell, this is the first time we’ve actually paid them a visit in person.
Rangers keep a tight lock on the things they do in their club. That doesn’t mean Ravage doesn’t know. We do. But once again, they stay out of our shit, and we stay out of theirs. Until they say they need a meet to share some information on a man we have eyes on. Since Buck wouldn’t share shit by phone or in neutral territory, Green and I took the job to come here.
For some, being out of their element might change the field of play or even be cause for intimidation from the Rangers. For Green and I, this is another day at the office. We do our jobs no matter whose territory we’re in.
A large gate stands in our way as a man comes around the corner with a gun exposed. With our feet down, we anticipate his movements. I’m prepared. Mentally, this is game fucking on. That gun goes up, mine comes out and I’m a fuck of a good shot.
“Who you here to see?” he asks, pulling out a cell phone and lighting it up. Inside I want to laugh considering how close he is and the fact he’s not paying attention—that gun could be mine in seconds. Distractions are what get you killed. That, I learned from my mother, Princess. She’s a woman of her own making.
“Nox and Green. Need to talk to Buck.”
The guy has a scar that goes from the tip of his nose to his eye socket and if I’m seeing things correctly, that eye is fake. It’s not moving like the other, and the shine from the lights around reflects off it differently than the other.
He pulls up the screen on his phone and makes a call, no doubt knowing we were coming and being an ass while making us wait. He thinks he has control. He thinks he has power. Truth is, he has shit like every other motherfucker here—they have shit over Green and I. We give him the play though because this isn’t a battle worth fighting yet. Within moments, the gate is opened, and we are ushered through. This place is much smaller than ours. There are several different buildings along with a large one that I’d assume is their clubhouse. Green and I take it all in as we roll through. Every detail is commi
tted to memory in the unlikely event things go south.
The other buildings almost look like actual homes with flowers outside of them, one even having an awning over the windows.
Definitely different and several angles to keep in mind. People can be hiding anywhere. Preparation saves while relaxation gets a man killed. We won’t relax until we exit with the information we came for.
We kill the bikes and hop off taking in the scene around us. It’s quiet. No one is outside, but there’s a faint sound of music coming from the left where the large building is. The lights illuminate the space making it look like a war camp of some sort. To each their own. I don’t give a shit how they live, where they shit, who they fuck, or what they do… until it touches what’s mine.
“Come with me,” scar man says, and we follow.
Buck knows we’re coming and for what reason. He said over the phone he couldn’t give the answers to our questions. That’s why we came—to make our presence known, to make them see we’re watching, and demand what we need to know. He knows better than to fuck with us. He wants to be seen, well, motherfucker, we’re here. Ravage is fearless, dauntless, and unrelenting. Everyone knows it, including the Rangers. Bringing us into their home is his critical mistake. Green and I now have their layout. Upon later evaluation, we’ll have their every weakness sorted out should we need to take them down. Every move we make, we take everything in.