by Erin Trejo
“Shifters’ told us Russians were after them. Offered us a shit ton of money for protection.” With a loud huff the man’s attention turns to me.
“Got a problem there son?” The older man questions me but he should see the deadly look in my eyes at the moment.
“Oh I have big problem. SON. That old lady he’s talkin’ about is mine. She’s pregnant with my kid. I have every intention on gettin’ her home today.” The growl that rips from my throat should be a sure sign that I’m not playing.
“That so? So the Russian shit?” His attention turns to Creed as I squeeze my hand around the grip of my gun. I’d hate to shoot a president but I’m not totally against it.
“From what we can tell, Russians aren’t in on this. We got a lead out to an old shack after they took the girl. It was bullshit. Planted by a few of the Shifters’ boys.” Rodney takes a step back running his hand through his old gray beard. He looks as if he’s contemplating this.
“I never had a beef with the Russians. Don’t plan on starting now. Same goes for you. I’ll get the Shifters’ out here; you do what you please with them. The girl’s inside. She won’t be harmed.” With a quick nod, he turns to the man behind him.
“Round those motherfuckers up.” The man nods before turning with a few others and heading off.
I can’t handle this shit. I need to get inside. Rodney must notice I’m impatient as he looks back at me.
“She’s ok. We don’t harm our women like some of them. Let them round up the Shifters’ and I’ll take you to her.”
Right after he speaks a whirl wind of hell breaks loose from behind him.
Chapter 49
“What the fuck!” Growling I head straight towards the motherfuckers I see holding my woman around her throat. They are dragging her out of the side door of the club with a gun trained on her head. One false move, motherfucker is mine.
“They pulled Pres.” One of the other guys steps out behind them. The Wolves’ all have their guns pointed at the Shifters’ but my eyes never leave Jersey’s. Something is off with her, I can see it in those beautiful blue eyes.
“You got about one more second to hold onto her like that before I blow your fuckin’ head off!” My words come out in a growl that is barely audible. I’m pissed, no, I’m beyond pissed. My nerves are firing off and my rage is barely controlled. I know I’m about to lose it all in second.
“She don’t belong to you! She’s one of us!” The older man yells as my body vibrates. This shit is going to get bad.
“She’s my old lady. Don’t take it there asshole.” Inching closer I can see him shove the gun closer to her head. My eyes narrow in on him as the world spins around me.
“Let’s drop this shit! You played us motherfucker! You think you’re walkin’?” Rodney turns to the man as I grin. Yeah, but that one is mine!
The man nods his head to the guys behind him but we out number them by far. The man releases his grip on Jersey but aims the gun at me. The closest person to her is one of the fucking Wolves. He moves in and grabs her before she disappears back into the club.
“Now what?” The man looks around before I grin.
“Now I watch you suffer.” With my gun pointed at his head Creed gives the orders. Shots are fired and people are running. Ducking behind anything they can get behind as a shield, I move forward. I’m ready for a bullet. Won’t be the first one, doubt it’ll be the last.
I watch the Shifters’ as they fall but the one I want is now in the arms of the Wolves’. The shots stop as I advance on him.
“You got a basement?” As if that was even a question, the man nods with a huge grin. He yanks the asshole back before I turn to follow.
“Tank, check on my girl!” Screaming over my shoulder, I see him nod before moving towards the building. I trail along behind the asshole that held his greasy hand around my woman’s throat. He has to be the father. He’s the oldest of the group and he wears the president patch. Too bad I’m about to strip him of that.
The basement is dingy and smells of death. This isn’t the first motherfucker to lose his life down here. I know he won’t be the last but he will be mine.
The guy ties him to the chair in the center of the concrete room. I don’t miss the stained floor beneath him either.
“So we finally meet yeah?” I pull my knife out as I circle the son of a bitch that traded my woman for guns. What kind of piece of shit is he?
He sits still as I reach for his patch, then all hell rises in him.
“Don’t you fuckin’ touch that!” Snarling at him I grab the patch ripping it from his cut.
“Presidents are leaders. They hold high standards for the club. They teach them to be honorable to their families. I don’t remember trading their own kids out for guns is in there though.” I slide the blade across the exposed part of his neck as he cringes. It’s just a scratch.
“That what this is? She ain’t even mine brother. Her mommy was a no good whore. Who the fuck knows who her daddy is!” The way he says brother just grates on my nerves. I throw my leg over his straddling him as I look into his eyes.
“You gave her away and then tried to take her back. I know all the dirty little things you did to her.” As I get into his face the door flies open. My eyes travel over to Tank but he looks off. Sick even.
“You need wrap this up brother. Somethin’s not right with Jersey.” The words sting like a blade being drug through my chest. If they did anything to her I will lose my mind.
“You hurt her.” Turning my attention back to the asshole beneath me, I stab the knife into his throat. I watch the blood squirt as he gags and chokes. That’s right, enjoy that motherfucker. As much as I wanted to draw this out she’s more important than that. She means more to me than watching him suffer.
Stepping back from him, his eyes meet mine as the life slowly fades from them.
“I’ll see you in hell.” Looking over at the man that brought him in here, I nod.
“Wait till he’s dead.”
Chapter 50
I follow Tank through the doors as I wipe my face on the rag he tossed me. I can’t go in there covered in blood.
“What’s wrong with her?” Asking Tank doesn’t do any good. He just keeps walking not saying a word.
He pushes the door open to one of the rooms off the side hallway and there she lays on the bed. She looks like hell but she’s awake.
“Jersey.” Her name falls from my lips as she turns her head to look at me. My insides explode when I see those blue eyes. She’s amazingly beautiful even after all that has happened to her.
“I’ll kill you!” Her face contorts into something hateful as I look around the room. The guys want to laugh but I can see they are holding back. What the hell is with her?
“What the fuck did I do?” Walking closer she screams again piercing my ears. Jesus Christ what is with her?
“She’s almost ready to push. I’ve never done this.” The small lady that sits at the end of the bed looks up terrified. It takes me a minute before I realize what she’s saying. Holy shit!
“I don’t want to have my baby in this dingy shit hole! No offense.” Her little face turns to face the woman as she nods. Damn this girl is hot as hell screaming at people.
“You, I will fucking cut your dick off!” Pointing at me, I see the lady stand.
“One of you needs to get in there. We would call for an ambulance but we have bodies everywhere.” Shrugging she starts towards the door when I grab her. Oh hell no, she ain’t leaving me to that shit.
“Where you goin’? I don’t know how to do that!” Pointing at Jersey, I can hear the lady laugh.
“Me either!” She starts to move but I pull her back again. No, a woman needs to be down there not me. I make them I don’t birth them.
“Get your fucking hands off her Ryker!” Dropping my hand quickly the guys all laugh. I don’t think this shit is all that funny though.
I look around before I walk over cautiously to sit
on the end of the bed.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do? What do I catch it with?” Looking around I see the guys look at each other before they head for the door.
“Thanks guys! Real fuckin’ help you assholes are!” I can hear them chuckle as they leave the room. Fuckers.
“You don’t catch it, Ryker! This isn’t football!” Jersey screams before she starts to cry. I sit there like a fucking bitch. Yeah, that’s what I look like right now.
“What do I do here darlin’?” Looking to her for answers that I never get she screams again. I make the mistake of pulling the blanket back to look.
“Sweet fuckin’ Christ! That shit’s half out!” Now I’m screaming like she was.
“Don’t call my baby shit! You fucker!” Her screams get louder as I roll the blanket back. Fucking hell, I can’t believe they are making me do this shit. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here.
I reach towards the little spot of hair before yanking my hand back.
“This is… I don’t know what the fuck this is!” Screaming louder, I reach back down just as the little head comes out. I don’t know if I want to scream with her or throw up. Second thought, I want to fucking throw up. If I knew this is what it looked like to have a kid, I would have worn three condoms at one time. This is just too much.
“Ryker!” Jersey cries again as the rest of the tiny body comes free. My heart slams into my chest when the little thing cries.
Jersey’s head is thrown back against the pillow as she tries to catch her breath. I reach over and grab the closest blanket and wrap the tiny body in it.
“Ryker. The baby?” Her head is barely up as she looks down at me.
“She’s a girl. Jersey we have a daughter.” I hear the door open before Tank walks in with a grin.
“It’s girl brother. I have a daughter.” Beaming at him he walks over and looks down at the tiny girl in my arms. The one that stole my heart in the matter of seconds.
“She’s beautiful. We need to move though. Jersey needs to be at a hospital.” Looking back up at her, she looks so worn out. It hurts me to see her that way.
“Ok. Yeah, have Joey bring the van over.” Standing I grab out a knife to cut the cord before passing the baby to Jersey. I roll them both in the blanket she’s lying on before lifting her in my arms.
“I’m gettin’ you out of here.” Placing a kiss on Jersey’s head she laughs.
“That’s not the first time you’ve told me that.”
Chapter 51
“Stop fuckin’ playin’ Bella. I’m not changin’ it.” If this girl touches my shirt one more time I might snap her fingers.
“It’s a wedding Ryker! Not a God damn barbeque!” Tugging at my shirt again I almost lose it.
“My weddin’ yeah? So leave it.” Bella steps back making her angry face at me before I laugh.
“Fine, but you look like a homeless fry cook.” I watch her stomp away as I chuckle to myself. That girl is a mess.
It’s been four days since Jersey had our little girl. Surprisingly enough Bella was able to keep the basement set up until we came home yesterday. She thought we should wait until Jersey was rested up a little more but I can’t wait anymore. I need to do this now.
Walking to the top of the stairs I see Jersey with baby Ansley in her arms. The sight stops my heart. She’s magnificent. I can’t help but stare at her. She’s the most beautiful person I have ever known inside and out.
“Let me hold her.” Walking over I reach up and take my daughter out of her mother’s arms and hold her against me.
“She smells so damn good. I never knew babies smelled like that.” Kissing my little girl’s head, I inhale her scent. God I love this baby.
“Stop sniffing her, it’s weird.” Jersey wraps her arms around my waist as I lead her towards the basement steps.
“You sure you’re up for this?” She nods against me as I wrap my arm around her shoulders. I don’t want to rush her into anything but God do I need this. I need that connection to her. I know legally we are already married but this is different. This is to bond our hearts.
I lead Jersey down the stairs until I hear the music start. Bella has everything and I mean everything planned out. She didn’t miss a thing with this one.
Jersey doesn’t have a clue what’s going on either. I told her that some of the guys wanted to meet Ansley.
“Oh my God.” Jersey covers her mouth as I walk her around the corner. All the guys stand there smiling as they watch us.
“You did this?” Jersey looks up at me before I shake my head.
“Nope. It was my idea but Bella did it all.” Walking her to the head of the aisle, Bella rushes over to get Ansley. I can’t stop smiling at her too. She did me the greatest honor when she did this for us.
It’s hard to see the new life we created in the arms of such an old soul that threatens to leave us at any given moment.
Turning to Jersey, her eyes are full of tears. I reach up and wipe them away before I look her in the eyes.
“You have held onto somethin’ inside of me since the day I saw you in that place. I knew right then, there was no way in hell that I could walk away from you. It’s been thrown in my face over and over again. Every time I’m not near you, I’m lost. You hold my soul inside of you. I can’t breathe without you, Jersey. I know that we met under some strange circumstances but I still can’t let go. I tried to stay away from you, but you pulled me back in every time. You carried my baby inside of you and that’s somethin’ I never thought I’d have. Somethin’ was taken from me long ago but you renewed me. You brought me back to life. I know were married already but I want to know if you’d marry me again.” I drop to my knee with her hands in mine. Tears stream down her face as she pulls me back up.
“You asked me once to hold onto somethin’ for you.” Jersey reaches into her pocket and pulls out my name patch. The one that I have long since forgot about and holds it out to me.
“Answer me first.” Her giggles flow through me as she looks into my eyes.
“I would marry you a thousand times, Ryker. You and our daughter mean everything to me.” I grip her hand before sliding the ring out of my pocket and onto her finger.
“Hold onto that a little longer yeah?” Closing her hand around my name patch I lean in and kiss her before turning to Bella.
Taking Ansley from her arms I lift her little face to mine kissing her cheek.
“That promise to love and take care of your mother goes for you too darlin’. Your mother may hold half my heart but you hold the other half.”
The End
Final Ride
Fallen Angel’s MC 4
By Erin Trejo
Copyright 2016
All Rights Reserved
Cover Models: Frank Margini, Matt, and Stockfresh
Edited By: Diane Norwood
Cover Design: Heather Black
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Dedication
I’m beyond thankful for all my fans. You guys mean the world to me. Without you none of this would b
e possible.
I can’t thank my team enough for working on this book along side of me.
Johnna Seibert, My PA. She keeps me focused and on track. I’d be lost without her.
Diane Norwood, My Editor. She means the world to me. She’s always making me better but never trying to change my style.
Heather Black, My Cover designer. There is no way I could have put this awesome series together without her.
Saying good bye to my Fallen Angel men is hard for me. This is my first series and it holds a special place in my heart. I’m so happy that I got to share them with all of you!
Chapter 1
Bella
The wind blows around me as I lay in the grass. It’s cool, and it calms my heated skin. Life has taken its toll on me. My body, my heart. It’s all on its downfall from this world.
You know when you get that feeling inside of you, and you just know something is coming? That’s what I feel, but I also feel a sense of peace. Not just any peace either. It’s a peace that surrounds me and engulfs me in warmth. It’s a peace that stills my wandering mind and eases the pain in my heart. It’s the final peace.
I can hear all the kids laughing and playing closer to the clubhouse. Turning my head, I smile as watch them play.
I know that when I’m gone they will go on, but I wish they knew that I’ll always be watching them. They are my heart. I love these kids, and it makes me a little sad that I never got the chance to have one of my own.
“You want one of those?” Joey drops down behind me before pulling me into his arms. This is the other thing I don’t want to give up. It’s not by choice, but it’s still hard.
