Sinners & Saints (Ravage Riders MC Book 2)

by Nikki Landis

  R.J.’s eyes fluttered and opened as he stared back, his expression pained but a grin lifting his lips slightly. “I knew it.”

  Chaos erupted around us. Doors were kicked open and RICO agents poured into the room followed by law enforcement. Gunfire was exchanged as our chair toppled over and we hit the hard concrete. R.J. groaned and I began untying the knots that held him down. Ghost, GQ, and Valan were already free from their chairs, accepting weapons from uniformed officers.

  Eyes wide, I was shocked to find the police accepting help instead of arresting the members of the RRMC. I couldn’t tell who was shooting as bullets soared over our heads.

  Concerned that R.J. had already been shot once, I began to tug him toward the side of the room. Ghost appeared at my side, helping until we were behind a row of metal cabinets. It wasn’t much protection, but it provided a barrier that prevented any further injuries. R.J. was losing too much blood. His face was pale as he lost consciousness again.

  No!

  Ghost had his back to us, firing rounds to keep anyone from coming our way. Across the room, I caught GQ and Valan. Officers and agents were returning fire against Maxwell and his men. Satan’s Outlaws MC seemed to join Max’s side. I saw their leather vests and club emblem as they fired back.

  It was like a scene out of a movie.

  I was caught off guard when I was yanked from the ground and R.J.’s side by my hair. Screaming, I fought against my captor’s arms as I was dragged away.

  “Bitch. You’re going to regret making a fool out of me.”

  Maxwell hit me over the back of the head with something heavy. Dazed, my arms dropped as I fought the urge to close my eyes. Ringing echoed in my ears. My vision blurred as I shook my head. As hard as I tried to regain control over my body, I couldn’t seem to move.

  I was dropped to the ground and moaned, staring up at Max. He was pointing a gun at my face as he lowered down, one side of his mouth curling up into a vicious snarl.

  “You won’t survive this time. I never wanted to marry you. That was my father’s idea. Couldn’t stand the idea of fucking you.” He lifted a booted foot and stomped on my stomach.

  Coughing, I tried to roll away, but my head was throbbing.

  “I won’t miss your whiny voice or pathetic existence. Goodbye, Cara.”

  The gun in his fired three times. The first hit my left leg and I screamed. The second hit my right shoulder in almost the same spot as R.J.’s wound. The biting pain was almost more than I could handle. My cries of agony echoed in the air as I tried to crawl away. All I saw was crimson. Blood was everywhere. The final bullet left his gun as our eyes met, aimed directly at my heart.

  Blinking, I didn’t move. There was no way to fight him. If death was coming, it was my time. I accepted that I was powerless to fight off the will of fate.

  There was a roar that echoed in the middle of all the bedlam. R.J. appeared, stumbling as he threw his body over mine, landing across my chest a second or two before the impact of the bullet entered his back and jolted both of our bodies . . .

  Edge

  MACK PULLED UP TO THE warehouse behind the multiple RICO vans, police cruisers, and motorcycles. I jumped from the company van we drove in case any of our guys were injured. Beckett had called within minutes of my release. He warned that RICO agents had closed in on the SOMC and the connection between Maxwell Forman and the dummy corporation that served as a front for multiple criminal organizations, not the least of which was the SOMC and Devlin’s association with the meth distribution in Providence. Seemed the police had joined with RICO and set their sights on the Outlaws. The only issue was the known rivalry between the clubs and a single individual who had ties to both.

  My brother. Bryce Hutchinson.

  His appearance earlier today was proof that he was their main source. I didn’t know what that meant for my brother. Would he be able to cut a deal? Did he narc on his brothers? On Devlin?

  That shit had serious blowback, even if he was justified. I didn’t know what connection he had with the guys in his club. Maybe they all planned a certain transparency together and Bryce was taking Devlin out without the rest of the club. It was smart. Betray the bastard that worked with his father and contributed to his abuse. Devlin should have died with Striker six months ago. Perhaps he would finally get what he deserved today. I wanted to be there to see it when it happened.

  Gunfire was popping off everywhere as Mack and I pulled out our weapons and entered the warehouse. RICO agents had the SOMC pinned against the far side of the building. I saw their cuts even from a distance.

  Where were my brothers? I knew Ghost, Valan, and GQ were inside with R.J. My stomach did a funny flop and I suddenly felt ill. Placing a hand against a nearby wall, I shook my head and took a couple of deep breaths. What the fuck was that?

  A shrill scream caught my attention as I ran into the next room, gun aimed high to take out any motherfucker stupid enough to stand in my way. Mack nearly collided with my back as I stopped in my tracks, shocked to find Cara on the ground, bleeding from multiple wounds. A single man stood above her and laughed, aiming the gun at her chest. I was just about to pull the trigger and shoot when R.J. came out of nowhere.

  He was covered in blood, stumbling as he roared. He threw his body over hers as the gun fired.

  A cry of agony left my throat as I watched the bullet hit R.J.’s back and the impact tossed their bodies a few feet away. In that few seconds, I never felt such complete and total horror as I did in that moment. Mack recovered from the shock faster than I did. He shoved me to the side and shot the man – who must have been Maxwell Forman – right between the eyes.

  I ran for R.J. and Cara, terrified they were both dead.

  As I slid to my knees, I searched for a pulse and found a weak one in each of their necks.

  Fuck!

  Mack was dialing 9-1-1 as I looked his way helplessly. “They’ll make it.”

  Blinking, I could hardly comprehend his words.

  “Isn’t that sweet?”

  Snarling, I spun and aimed my weapon at Devlin. The fucking coward finally showed his ugly face. “Glad you could join us. I’m about to send you to hell, you sick motherfucker.”

  He laughed, holding his side. Blood was soaking into his clothes. Either a bullet or a stab wound. “Wish Rae was here. Would have made this moment perfect.”

  “You’re going to die,” I responded calmly, rising to my feet. “I’ll be happy to tell Rae your ugly ass is finally dead.”

  Devlin shrugged, lifted his gun, and fired at the same time I pulled back on my trigger. His bullet was headed straight for my heart. I wasn’t sure why I could see it traveling my way. The possibility defied logic.

  Green mist swirled around my body just a second before the bullet tore open my chest.

  I never had time to move, blink, or shout.

  A single form appeared in front of where I stood, the soft features and gentle smile one of protectiveness and love. Long blonde hair swirled around her shoulders. The same green eyes that were burned into my memory stared back, an echo of my childhood.

  “Mom?” I whispered.

  The bullet hit her body and she jolted, the look on her face apologetic. She fell in a heap at my feet as the shock of the last few seconds made my entire body tremble.

  My mother came back from the dead to save my life.

  Lightheaded, I sank to my knees and stared at her body, reaching out to touch her when she slowly began to fade. There was a cry across the room as the bullet I fired hit Devlin in the neck and he was thrown against the far wall, blood pulsing from the wound as he clutched at his throat. His eyes grew wider and then he slumped over, sinking to the concrete.

  Finally, the bastard was dead.

  Looking up, I found Mack over by Cara and R.J. He wasn’t paying attention to me or Devlin. How odd. The last few seconds were a blur of impossible occurrences.

  No one else saw my mother appear. Not even Mack.

  Not a sing
le person noticed how time seemed to slow down as she stopped the bullet meant to kill me and then sped back up again to its normal speed. My hand met nothing but air as it landed on the ground and the green mist completely evaporated.

  The only thing in the vicinity was the shiny bullet that rolled to a stop. There wasn’t any blood. Nothing marred its perfect surface. I picked it up and shoved it into my front pocket, realizing the warehouse was no longer as loud as it was before. No more gunshots, only the voices of the RICO agents, the police, and my RRMC brothers.

  Leaning back against the wall, I held onto my gun and tried to ignore the trembling of my body in response. There was no doubt my mother had done the impossible. Somehow, some way she had manipulated the timeline in order to intervene at the exact moment I was about to die.

  Which meant Patty Harding saw my death when I was only a little boy and she had intervened before her own death over fifteen years prior. She chose to save my life rather than her own.

  The ultimate sacrifice.

  Chapter 18 – R.J.

  The sound of consistent beeping was the only noise in the room. Eyes closed, I focused on the sound as I gradually awakened from a deep sleep. A soft hand was holding my own as a small groan escaped my lips. Felt like I had been sleeping for weeks. Sand kept my eyes sealed shut and the fog in my head made me feel disoriented. I had no idea where I was or why I was there.

  “R.J.? Can you hear me?”

  Cara?

  The muscles of my body felt sore and unused. It was a challenge to make my body obey but I managed to squeeze her hand in response.

  “Oh, R.J.”

  Her voice sounded hoarse like she’d been crying. I didn’t like it when she was sad. Cara had far too much of that in her past. I remembered now. Everything came rushing back and my eyes finally opened, blinking a few times before they focused, and her beautiful face came into view.

  “My Cara,” I whispered gruffly.

  “You need water.” She wiped at her cheeks and then lifted a cup with a straw to my lips. I sipped a couple of times and then nodded as she set the cup back on a nearby table. “I wasn’t sure you were going to come back to me.”

  “Always. Nothing could keep me from you.”

  She smiled, reaching for my hand again. “You’ve been in a coma for a couple of weeks. The doctors said you would recover but I wasn’t so sure.”

  Weeks? What the fuck?

  “I guess I had a few bullets, huh?”

  She didn’t seem to like the reminder. “You saved my life.” Cara pressed a kiss on top of my hand. “Thank you.”

  “You’re mine, remember?” I tried to wink but I probably just looked like a mental patient. “We already covered that subject.”

  “Well, I know that I love you and I won’t ever leave your side. You’re stuck with me, R.J.”

  I liked the sound of that.

  “That’s good because I’m making you my ol’ lady. And just so you know, I’m not stopping there. You’re gonna marry me, Cara. I won’t take no for an answer.”

  “Then I guess I’ll just say yes.”

  “Come here.”

  She stood up and then sank onto the mattress, cuddling into my body as I tugged her closer. Lifting her head, her pretty green gaze focused on my face. One hand cupped my chin as she leaned in and pressed her velvety lips against my own. The kiss was pure heaven.

  When she tried to lean back, I deepened the kiss, keeping us pressed together as long as I was able. Dizzy, I had to rest against the pillows for a few seconds. Cara smiled, pushing my hair back off my forehead.

  “I want to go home.”

  “We will, my angel,” I promised. “Soon.”

  “I’m still your angel?” She asked, teasing.

  “Until the day I die.”

  Cara dropped her head onto my shoulder as my eyes fluttered, exhaustion taking over. “Sleep, my hero.”

  I wasn’t sure what I had done to deserve that tile but if she thought so, I wasn’t going to argue.

  Rae

  “WOW!” I CRIED OUT, clutching my stomach. “Peter!”

  He ran into the kitchen as I stirred the pasta sauce for dinner, a panicked expression on his face. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” I laughed, “unless you count being kicked by your son. Holy cow, he’s strong.”

  Pete beamed a wide grin as he placed his hand over rounded belly. Over the last couple of weeks, I’d really started to show. Our little one was growing rapidly, and the movement had gone from little butterfly kisses in my belly to soft little kicks and tickles.

  We stood a few seconds in silence and then our son kicked again. Another big one.

  “Holy shit!” he cursed. “I felt it!”

  “Right? That boy is gonna be a wild one. He never lets me sleep, always demands spicy food, and loves the sound of your voice.”

  “How do you know he loves my voice?” Pete asked softly.

  “Say something to him.”

  Pete lowered to one knee and placed his hands on either side of my belly. Pressing his lips close to my stomach, he began speaking to the baby. “I can’t wait to meet you. Your mom thinks you’re gonna be a handful, but I actually know you’ll be amazing. I’m gonna love you every single day and we’re gonna –”

  His words were cut off when our son answered.

  “He kicked me!” Pete’s voice was full of awe. “Wow.”

  “See? He does that whenever you walk into the room.”

  Pete stood, one hand still resting on my stomach as he leaned in and kissed me. “Have I told you how much I love you?”

  “Because I’m giving you a son?” I teased.

  “Well, making him sure was fun.”

  I swatted at his arm. “You’re terrible.”

  “Nah, I just love you more than I could ever say, my Rae. This extra part, our baby, it just adds more love.”

  “Oh, Peter.” Tears filled my eyes and I dropped the sauce spoon, slipping my arms around his neck. “You make me so happy.”

  “That’s the goal,” he murmured against my lips. “My master plan to keep you forever.”

  Chapter 19 – R.J.

  “Lock the door,” I ordered, standing by the bed as Cara entered our room. This was our first night together back at the clubhouse. Nearly a month after the incident at the warehouse and two weeks since I was admitted to the hospital. My extensive injuries took a long time to heal and I was still a bit weak, but I was done waiting to claim Cara as my own.

  She flipped the lock, swinging her hips as she sauntered closer. “Did you have something in mind tonight, R.J.?”

  It was kind of weird to think I was in love with a woman I had never fucked before but with Cara it had never been right. She was engaged for most of the time that I was getting to know her, or I would have had my way with her long before now. It wasn’t just that Max had been an issue. Her abuse played a vital role in the way I interacted with her and I didn’t want to push her before she was ready.

  Holding out my hand, I pulled her into my embrace, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “I want to make you mine in every way but only if you’re okay with that. As much as it may well kill my dick to keep putting this off, I’d do it for you.”

  She laughed lightly, tracing her fingertips along my chest and then slowly down my stomach, pausing at the button at the top of my fly. Instant hard-on. My cock strained against the denim and I groaned. “Don’t tease me, my angel.”

  “I just want you to know that I’m as ready as you are,” she whispered huskily.

  Cara dropped to her knees and snapped my jeans open, sliding the denim down my thighs with a wicked grin. Helping her out, kicked off my boots and lifted my legs free. She was staring at my throbbing dick, licking her lips. I went commando on purpose.

  “Damn, R.J.”

  “Impressed?” I teased. “That’s what you do to me, woman.”

  She leaned forward and flicked out her tongue. The warm wet surface of her tongue sli
d down my length and I thought I was gonna fall over and lose my balance. Cara giggled. Her hand circled my cock and she glided up and down slowly as her mouth wrapped around the head. A jolt of pure lust shot straight to my brain.

  “Fuckkkkkk,” I exhaled, pulling her away. “There’s no way I’m going more than a couple of minutes this first time. Sorry, my angel. I need inside you. We’ll go slower next time.”

  Cara didn’t seem to mind. She stripped as I watched, practically salivating as my hand circled my girth and I began to lightly stroke. She was fuckin’ sexy with those wide hips and thick thighs, slightly rounded tummy and full, heavy breasts that I wanted to explore with my tongue.

  “On your back,” I ordered, gesturing to the bed. “Spread those luscious thighs open wide. I want to see you.”

  She blushed and I was curious if anyone ever took the time to appreciate her pussy.

  Cara lay down on the bed and scooted to the edge of the mattress when I asked, her expression curious.

  “Open your pussy for me.”

  She blinked. “Wh, what?”

  Her stutter was adorable.

  “Use your fingers and open that sweet pink pussy. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

  She moved slowly and shyly but obeyed. Her little tongue darted out before she bit her bottom lip, just a slight bit embarrassed.

  I approached the bed, still gliding my hand up and down my shaft as I grinned wide. She was fuckin’ perfect. Her pussy looked untouched. Glistening with enough honey to let me know that she wanted me, and I was sure she would be tight, wet, and wonderful.

  Time to find out.

  “Scoot back up a little.”

  She gave me some room and I nestled between her thighs; my gaze locked on her soaked center. I lowered a finger and swiped once, lifting it again as I brought the digit to my lips. Licking, I tasted her and closed my eyes briefly, knowing I was gonna love feasting on her often.

  “Delicious,” I announced, smirking as she blushed deeper. “You know I’m gonna lick you there later, right?”

  “I think I’d like that,” she admitted.