Bear nodded and looked at the paperwork. It wasn’t completely unusual that someone asked for help getting a loved one back. The State Department couldn’t exactly argue with them when the woman was caught red handed. This was what they did, what the regular channels couldn’t do. It was also what they were paid handsomely for.
“So?” Bear said, looking up.
“So,” Ridge said and shifted uncomfortably. “It is not the request that is baffling, it is the woman who they want us to help.”
Bear looked at the paper again, and finally he saw the last name. His eyes went right to Ridge and his eyebrows raised. “Is this who I think this is?”
He nodded and Bear closed his eyes and moaned. “Really, could this be any more fucked up. What the hell do we have a goddamn black cloud over our heads?”
Ridge laughed and shook his head. “We may have.”
Bear put the paper down and then paced to the window, looking out into the main room and put a hand to the back of his neck. Ridge knew exactly what he was battling, Fling was gonna be pissed and Sunny was going to demand they help and why? Because she was family.
“Does he know?” Bear asked.
Ridge sighed loudly and said, “Fuck no, do you think he would be sitting out there right now if he knew, shit. If I had told him his sister was in some shit, he would have gone off the rails. I already am prepared to get my ass kicked for withholding it from him, but you know how the fuck he feels about her, especially since their father is a piece of shit who really couldn’t give a crap that his daughter was caught, more like he is pissed he was reminded his daughter was actually still alive.”
Bear stepped out of the room and yelled, “Tank, get your ass in here.”
The man stood and laughed at something Tally had said and then raised a hand and walked to the office. Ridge knew his brother, hell they all did, not that they blamed him. They would all feel the same way. Kasey Monroe, sister to Kris ‘Tank’ Monroe, and not only the daughter of one of the biggest bastards in the fucking world, but that bastard was also General Monroe, the current Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff or as Tank liked to call him, that ‘sorry motherfucker’.
Kasey had every reason to hate her father, so did Kris, the man had been directly responsible for the death of their mother when they were children, not that anyone ever agreed with them. But both of them knew, Ridge knew the story as did the rest of the club. Their mother had been killed as a warning to their father, he had refused to ask anyone for help and when the deadline passed and their father hadn’t done what the kidnappers wanted, they had killed her. It had been so simple, and yet he had refused.
Kasey had hung out at the clubhouse when Tank had first joined, they had all taken a shining to the perky blonde who had joined the Air Force to spite her father’s rank in the Army. Ridge especially, not that Tank knew that, the man would probably lose his mind if he knew that one drunken night, Ridge and Kasey had slept together. Which was the last time she had been to the clubhouse unfortunately.
“What’s up?” Tank said and Bear shut the door and handed him the papers. When he began reading it, Ridge knew the second he saw his sister’s name, well, everyone in the outer room did as well since his roar shook the fucking walls.
Books by Harley McRide
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Sharing Freedom
Bringing Harmony
Shady
Hell Froze Over
Tasered
Lady Riders
Rain Falls
Treats Aren’t Always Sweet
Broken Wings
Baby Bear
Furies
Inferno
Cosa Nostra
Capo Ricco
KO Ink
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Vengeance
Pierced & Inked
Brawn & Brazen
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Excerpt from Rain Falls
Lady Riders Book One
By Harley McRide
“Dammit. She’s trouble, but I gotta say even though I fucking hate to admit it, she is the good kind of trouble. I’ve always known it. Case in point, that bullshit we just heard, she is gonna need us at her back.” Knight went back to tattooing, his attitude worse than normal. It pissed him off knowing Rain would never have thought to confide in him.
“Yeah. Seems to me she’s the right kind of trouble. Damn that ass…” Charro said and Knight paused for a second, an idea was beginning to form but Charro just didn’t know yet.
“Pain in the ass. Fuckin’ huge. We need to cut her loose before she brings this shitstorm down on us.” Knight saw Kink walk up.
“What the fuck? She fucked up, but seriously are you going to sit there telling me you haven’t ever fucked up? Gotta get her the fuck out, and figure out what the hell we’re gonna do about this shit. The chick before was a selfish bitch, she admitted it, but that isn’t who she is now. You and I both know it. The others, yeah, we may need to do some convincing ‘cause the crap we have been dealing with is fresh,” Kink said and looked at the ceiling. “Some of the guys don’t even want the Lady Riders to even exist, they are just humoring them, but I have seen them in action, all of them, and they are mean as fuck and can handle a lot of crap,” Kink said to the two men and both were silent trying to think about what they’d just heard.
Knight wasn’t sure how the fuck he felt, Rain was a pain in the ass, but Charro was right, he could feel it, one man wasn’t going to handle her alone. To be truthful, he didn’t want to, he had already come to terms with the fact he liked ménages, but had never found anyone he would be willing to share a woman with. But as he sat and thought about it, Charro was a man he trusted, someone he knew would always have his back, he had proved it. They just needed to see if they could deal with it, and it wasn’t a conversation to have with him in front of Kink.
“Don’t you think that’s a little hard? You told her it wasn’t her fault,” Charro, the pathetic bastard, spoke. Knight shook his head but continued shading in the skull on Charro’s forearm.
“She was a spoiled rich bitch, but she kept that shit from the club, it could go either way, man. Got herself in a bind, and instead of trusting us to help her, she kept quiet, the guys won’t be happy with that shit. Hell, it’s a wonder Shady didn’t slit her throat right there and then today. She’s gone from the clubhouse until we can figure this shit out. Knight, since you are here and decided to stay, you need to know she will be here too. If that is going to be a problem, man, tell me now. If not, I need your help.”
“Hold up, that shit goes to vote, Kink.” Knight had stopped, and for some reason spoke up, “We are going to have to move real fast to get that stopped.”
“Yeah, I know, that is why I need your ass to step up. Jesus, do you think you can think with your big head and not your little one for three seconds?” Kink’s pissy attitude had Knight and Charro bowing up. Charro was pissed too about the whole situation and Kink didn’t have the energy or time to wonder why.
“Fuck this, when you make up your mind let me the fuck know.” Kink took off to the back, mumbling and cussing. He didn’t want her tossed out, shit it was gonna suck going in by himself with this shit. The Ladies should have her back, by the sounds of it though they didn’t. As fucked up as it was, it was a test to see how they’d handle the hierarchy of managing a club, the guys would be watching. If they united and stood for her, then maybe they had their shit together. If not, their club would be the next to be sent packing. He knew Creed and Fork, they would use this as a test, hell, they might even seriously want Rain out, but either way, he was going to do his best to make sure that didn’t happen.
About the Author
I was on the back of a bike as soon as I was big enough to hold on. My love of the lifestyle, combined
with my experience and imagination drove me to writing.
Now that my two kids are grown and off to college, my husband and I enjoy the great outdoors with our three great Danes: Bowser, Killer, and Maddie.
I grew up in Illinois, moving from place to place with my single mother until I was twelve. I now call the little town of Arkadelphia, Arkansas home. With its small town charm and population just over 10,000, it is the perfect place to hit the open road. When I need to get away, the hot springs are my go to unwind spot located less than thirty minutes from my cabin in the woods.
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