Taken by Rage
Rage Ryders MC
By
Liberty Parker
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The Taken by series Book 2
Books in series:
(1) Taken by Lies
(2) Taken by Rage
Rage Ryders MC
Any use of Rage Ryders MC, Rage Ryders MC and Rage Riders MC should not be used without written permission from Author Liberty Parker
Poem used in book was written by Jessica Corbin and cannot be used without her written consent.
Disclaimer
Please only purchase this book if you can handle reading about emotional, physical, and verbal abuse. There is explicit sexual content in this book, this story is not appropriate for anyone under the age of 18.
None of these characters are real, copied, imitate or are based off any real life events. This is all the Authors imagination and is fictionalized both in story, events, names and characters.
This story in no way reflects the life of any true MC lifestyle. This is the imagination of the author, and is fictionalized.
Liberty Parker’s Rage Ryder’s MC series is not to be confused with, or linked to any other Rage Ryders MC series in existence. Regardless of spelling, this is my work and I came up with Rage Ryders after doing my homework to ensure there was no other authors at that time using the MC name or any MC’s using these names for their clubs. 1% or otherwise. I do not believe in poaching from others work and work hard to ensure I do not. I research before my work is publicized.
Notes to Readers
There is sexual content in this novel, there is not however abusive type situations brought out into this book. This is a reminder that Rage Ryders is a series, therefore you will get snippets into other relationships, situations that may not be answered in this book, but will be answered for you in the series.
Until then, please enjoy each couple as their HEA is brought to you in their novel and know I have no plans of leaving you hanging.
~Liberty Parker
This is Riley and Kid’s story, it is a story of growth, trials and trust.
Kid: Learning there was a shooting at the clubhouse, and one of their girls was injured, Kid and the guys rush to the hospital. Once again Kid is thrown into unknown territory when he has to face his new found feelings of love and fear. He vows to never let his baby doll be left with incompetent idiots again. Coming home to find out he needed to get to the hospital left a gaping wound in his soul that he thought may never heal. Once he set eyes on her he knew there had still been a small barricade holding his heart hostage from being hers completely. It was now in her hands and hers alone.
Riley: Once home Riley moves on letting the tragic incident go. She wants to start living and stop hiding from her own shadows. Riley becomes a strong woman coming into her own, learning how to listen to her instincts and trusting her man and those
around her to protect her, and not try to prove herself worthy to everyone.
Riley always thought of herself as a lover and not a fighter. After being shot and left bleeding on the floor by a ‘rat’ she will never let her guard down again. Her fighting instincts have taken effect. She truly learns to love herself. Within finding herself she hopes to help a new friend, and a brother find their will and way back to each other. Match-making is on her agenda.
Welcome to the next installment of the Rage Ryders Series
At the clubhouse, picking up from where book one ended.
Skylar……
We are pissed at the men, at the fact they were using amazing sex, and using their authority to manipulate us, it isn’t fair. That’s what sparked the current conversations we’re having. Don’t get me wrong, we love sex, we really love sex, but come on, we all feel that we deserve some payback or at least get to watch after what we’ve been put through.
Muscle! Dammit, why does this shit have to happen to me? God damn prospect! I can’t overpower this juice head! Riley starts to move closer to us and Muscle speak to her, only his tone is evil.
“That’s right Riley, come here. This shit’s all on your dad’s family’s shoulders. Come on over here and I’ll let your friend go.”
Riley keeps inching closer and she’s keeping eye contact with Muscles’. I sure hope to hell she knows what she’s doing. She makes her way to him and he pulls out a .45 and shoots Riley with no warning and she falls to the floor and a puddle of blood starts forming instantly under her body. Our phones start going off simultaneously, but none of us move to answer them, we don’t even try. He looks over at Cassidy and smiles like the cat that got the cream and calls her over.
She hesitates at first, then looks at each of us and then straightens her shoulders and walks right to him. He puts her in the same position I was just in and whispers something to her. She turns to us and says,
“It’s ok, everything will be okay.”
Then she willingly lets Muscle lead her out the door. She just saved our lives. She sacrificed herself for us. Now, what’s gonna happen?
I’m in pain as I lay here on the floor listening to the Ol’ ladies going crazy running around in a panic. I want to let them know I’m aware of everything around me but I can’t. It hurts too much, I just want to see Kid and know that everything is going to be alright. When I see him and he has his arms wrapped around me, I feel as if nothing can touch me or harm me. Why is it I am the one who’s always getting hurt?
Do I have a huge target on my forehead that says: this bitch is the one! I mean shit, either I have the worst luck known to human-kind, or subconsciously I have a death wish. God, this pain is excruciating, and these damn hoes up in this clubhouse are loud as a bull-horn. You’d have thought I’d been shot in the head the way my head is pounding. A shoulder wound surely shouldn’t make me feel this miserable. Right?
“Shut-up! You stupid bitches could wake the dead and I’m in fucking pain here!” Everyone starts rushing around and I hear my sisters Sadie and Skylar crying as they each grab a hand and start talking to me at the same time.
“Wait a minute! I can’t fucking hear what y’all are saying if you’re going to be screaming it in my ear at the same freaking time! Can’t you two take turns talking to me or something? I’m on this floor bleeding and it hurts like a mother, and y’all are gonna get your whiny voices going?”
“Riley, stop being a bitch!”
Sadie screams at me,
“We were scared to death when that dumb prospect shot you, took Cassidy, and ran off with her. All of our phones are tied up trying to call the guys and every one of their phones are busy. We’re on the club phone calling 911 because we love your cranky ass, I have our mother missing, our father and my boyfriend are out searching for her, and to top it off, I just witnessed my sister get shot! Could you give me a fucking break here Riley?”
“Sorry Sadie girl, I’m just in so much pain, I can’t think straight right now. It really, really hurts, when is someone going to give me the good drugs? You know the ones where I-don’t-give-damn-about-nothing? I want the good shit too!”
Skylar starts laughing, and I mean the stupid hyena kind of laughing. What the fuck is her deal? Next time I’ll let her ass get shot!
“No you won’t Riley, you love me and you know it. Just like I’d never let you or Sadie get shot if I had to
choose between me or you two girls.”
“Skylar I’m sorry, didn’t mean to say that shit out loud or hurt your feelings. I really am tired of being the one who has the luck of “the dead” it’s getting to me why I have this magnet to me that seems to bring any type of danger in a direct path to me.”
Oh thank you! I hear the ambulance coming, it’s the good drug time. Please, I’m ready to say bye, bye pain and hello floating on cloud number nine!
I lay still while my vitals are checked before transfer, I’m a good girl until the stupid bitch of a paramedic starts poking and moving me around so she can “get a better look at the exit wound” my ass! Bitch better watch it or I’m gonna sick Skylar on her ass. I don’t think Sky’s had her rabies shots either.
Good the bitch deserves it for tossing me around like a sack of potatoes. I open my eyes to give her a scowl and fire my pretend laser beams at her, her male counterpart notices how rough she’s being with me and takes over.
After he gets me on the stretcher and gets me settled in the back of the ambulance for transport to the hospital, I hear her bitchiness getting scolded by my paramedic in drug heaven. “God save the drugs!” Damn these drugs and pain are making me insane. I hope I’m normal before I see Kid again, or he’s going to put me in the loony bin.
We finished what we were doing at the Shady Creepers Clubhouse and we were still unhappy with the inability to get a-hold of the girls. Why, oh why, are they always tryin to drive us crazy? Our thoughts shoulda been on taken care of this completely, but now I can’t stop worryin about the girls and the clubhouse. I mean what the hell do they have a cell phone for if they aren’t gonna answer the thing? Is it there to look pretty, a fashion
statement?
“Guess what? My Ol’ man loves me so much he spent such and such amount on my phone. It’s the new trend and is so expensive.”
Damn women! Answer your phone Riley! I look behind me to check on my brothers and it looks like they’re ready to blow the house up in flames so it can take these motherfuckers to hell, so they can burn for eternity like the demons they are. Good that means we can get on the road and get home. I have this strange feelin in the pit of my stomach that just won’t go away. I try to listen to my instincts when they’re screamin at me like they are right now.
Ryder gives me a look that lets me know he’s just as anxious as I am to get home. We’ve all tried calling the girls, and their phones are busy. Riley’s goes straight to voice-mail which is odd for her. She keeps her phone on at all times and has never, not one time not answered one of my calls.
“Tumbler, Ryder, either one of you get a-hold of your Ol’ ladies?”
“Fuck no”
“Hell no”
Were yelled out in unison. Yea, it’s time to go. We have a clubhouse burning behind us, it has a good flame goin, so it isn’t gonna go out, eliminating any evidence of us being here. We get on our bikes and start them. We follow our Prez and VP in our formation heading home. I look over and see Wasp and Ashton holding on to each other. I’m glad she’s ok physically, mentally I can’t say for sure.
We all heard what Prez and Wasp walked in on. I feel for that woman; she’s had a very traumatic life. She’s brave and strong and she passed those traits down to her daughters. I hope she and Wasp can finally get a break and finally have the chance they were meant to have twenty years ago.
We are almost to the clubhouse and the hairs on my arms are standing at attention. I have the heebie-jeebies’, but I can’t pass the Prez in our formation so I signal Ghost letting him know I think we need to move it along at more than a casual speed. Ghost gave Prez the signal for us to pick up the pace and we went from a cruise along the highway to putting miles behind us in a matter of minutes.
Once we had those miles behind us it wasn’t long before we made it to the road leading to the clubhouse and you could see it lit up from the entrance of our neighborhood. We never have that many lights on at one time. Not only was every light in the clubhouse on but so was all of the spotlights in the courtyard. The closer we got I knew my instincts had been correct, our lot was filled with cop cars and those LEO’s had the scarce amount of women I could see spread out and looked to be questioning them.
The ladies look uncomfortable; they either have their arms crossed over their chest or protectively across their stomachs. Somewhere even shifting their feet from left to right and everyone one of them were shaking their heads no. Club women have had it drilled in them from day one, that they know nothing when it comes to the authorities. Our women make us proud, they have never let us down and doesn’t look like they are now either. Only I notice my three main women who matter most to me are nowhere to be seen. Now that has me more than a little worried, it has me petrified.
Has someone kidnapped them again? I swear on my grandpa’s grave if someone’s taken Riley, I will fucking put them to ground after torturing them. Then I will get drunk and dance on their fucking unmarked graveside. Then I will take everyone who ever meant shit to them and let them join him in the pits of hell!
Once we pull up and get off our bikes I run up with the others while we try and figure out what happened. I search for my three girls, Riley, Sadie and Skylar and I can’t find them anywhere. They are my family, my Ol’ lady and sisters and my anger and stress is fixin to shoot out of control.
After what we just went through, I have to know where she is at all times! I run to find Tumbler to see if he’s had any luck finding his Ol’ lady Sadie or the other two. I see him runnin around and seems he’s searchin as well.
“Tumbler, fuck I can’t find Riley. Have you had any luck findin Sadie girl?”
“Fuck no Kid! I can’t find Sadie, haven’t seen Riley and Ryder can’t find Sky either. Those damn fuckin assholes won’t let us near the women to ask if they know where they are either. I’m fixing to kick their asses if they don’t let me ask here soon.”
“Fuck soon Tumbler, let’s get Ryder and do it now! There at our motherfuckin house! I want to know where my girl is and I want to know NOW!”
We sprint around until we spot Ryder nose to nose with Detective Maddox and it doesn’t look like a very friendly conversation. We walk up and hear Ryder as he says to our Detective ‘friend’.
“I want you to cut the bullshit with me “Detective” and tell me where the fuck Sky is! I have walked this god damn club house and lot from top to bottom and I can’t find her anywhere. And your fucking goon squad won’t let me ask any of the ladies what the hell happened and where the fuck my fiancée’ is.
If you don’t want to find out the true meaning behind what an MC actually is capable of, I highly suggest you back the fuck off, and let me find out where my girl is!” Tumbler and I scream out at the same time.
“Us too!”
Detective Maddox looked nervous as fuck, he’s either gonna shit his pants or pass the fuck out. If he passes out, he best give us either the information we’re after or he best give his followers permission to let us talk to the women and find out what the fuck happened here.
Ryder isn’t known for patience as it is and now the good Detective is face to face with three very pissed
off men who have women missing, and will stop nothing short of murder to find out what has happened to them. And finding out how to get them back in our arms. He finally sighs and gives permission with a whistle and hand gesture to one of his men for one of the babes to come over and let us know where the women were.
“She can only tell you three where the women are, she cannot give you any further details at this time guys, I’m sorry. I will need to speak to your women as well cause none of these ladies are being very helpful, they all seem to have a case of memory loss when it comes to details and who it is exactly that attacked your clubhouse. Even as the Detective on the case there is only so much leeway I can give you guys here.”
When Lips gets over to us she tells us that the girls are at the hospital, she of course has an escort over to us and can’t let a
ny other information slip out. Once we find out our girls are at the hospital, we start getting panicked and more pissed if that is even possible. We know they’re all at the hospital, but we have no clue why.
Are all three of them hurt, or is it just one? Did they fall? Were they attacked? Did someone try and take them again? These are questions that kept flying through my head as I raced down the dirt road from our clubhouse, we had to go through the small town next to ours to get to the highway that leads to the hospital due to ongoing construction. Construction that I feel will never end, it’s going on three years now. When we get on the ramp that leads to the highway, I open up my throttle and let my baby do
what she’s meant to do, burn rubber and ride like the wind. Nothing was going to slow me down from getting my arms around my baby doll and feeling her heart beat, and feeling her breath on my neck.
It took us twenty-five minutes to make a forty-minute drive. We each pulled into the emergency parking lot and seeing only one space, our minds are synced from knowing each other so long and we made all three of the bikes fit into the one slot. We all jumped off our bikes and locked up our saddle bags, locked the girls up and sprinted across the parking lot and the three of us all tried to get through the lobby doors at the same time. It didn’t work out to well for Tumbler, Ryder and I ended up rushing over him and he ended up on his ass behind us.
“Stupid motherfuckers! As soon as I know Sadie and the girls are all right I’m gonna kick your asses in this god damned parking lot!”
“Keep dreaming mother fucker! I’ll let Ryder take care of this one, why you wanna fight over something so stupid is beyond me. Can’t ya just get over it and let’s get in here and find out about our girls?”
Shaking his head yes at me we head through the lobby to the nurse behind the information desk, now not knowing which one was hurt, we started with one name at a time. Of course Ryder being the crabby motherfucker he is started first, but Sky’s not in the system, then we asked about Sadie, she’s not in the system.
FUCK!
That could only mean one thing. My Riley, my baby doll was the one here.
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