Ryder's Last Run (Dueling Dragons MC Series)

by Rose Dewallvin

  “Thank you. Would you like to come in?” I decide that I need to be polite as possible considering she has a small… human in her arms. It’s still somewhat weird to me that Peggy Sue had a baby. Never thought either one of us would be a mom at this age.

  Looking over at her as we sit in the living room reminds me of how close we used to be, how much we used to trust each other. I don’t know if it will ever be the same, but something tells me that I need to let the past be the past.

  “You know, Faith, I have wanted to talk to you and explain what happened, but I was so afraid you wouldn’t talk to me. Beau said that he called you and you were begging him to come and see you because of what was going on with your dad.”

  “He told you that?” She nods. “He said that he was calling because you guys decided to show your concern. I never want to see him again. I’ve moved on and I am way happier with Ryder than I ever was with Beau.” I show her my left hand. “He asked me to marry him.”

  Peggy Sue squeals and starts to bounce up and down. “Oh, Faith, I am so happy for you.” Her son starts to fuss in his seat; she reaches over and rocks him. I can see that she wants to say something. I’ve known her my whole life; I know everything about her.

  She starts to sniffle, “Beau… Beau… He cheated on me. He has been sleeping with this one chick that works on the fourth floor at his company.” I look at the innocent child who is the product of an affair and think about how he’s going to grow up with no daddy because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

  “How did you find out? I mean, did you stalk him or something? And are you one hundred percent sure that he’s cheating?”

  “He was home taking a shower one night after work. I decided to lie down early because of the baby and what not. I was in bed, starting to fall asleep, and his phone went off. I normally don’t check his messages but something told me to look.” She sits there, breast-feeding her son. “Tucker. His name is Tucker. He was born three weeks early, but he’s as healthy as a horse and as stubborn as a mule.” She strokes the top of her son’s head and looks down at his face. Shifting him onto her knee, she starts to burp him.

  “Did you ever think we would be in this situation?” she asks.

  “What do you mean? You holding Beau’s child and me sitting here worrying about my fiancé?” I throw that in there just to see the look on her face. “If that is what you’re asking, then no. I didn’t think we would ever be here. I never thought I would be sitting here doubting someone who was my best friend most of my life. And I never thought she would be the one to have Beau’s child.”

  “How many times am I going to have to say I’m sorry before you start to actually believe me? I want us to go back to where we were, or at least as close as we were.” She stops when my brother, Nate walks in.

  “What is she doing here?” He stops and nods his head toward Peggy Sue.

  “Well, she is my best friend so that is why she is here.” I cock my head to the side and look at Nate. “She is also here because she has been in the family her whole damn life and daddy was like a daddy to her.” All of this was said with my matter of fact tone.

  Nate looks between the both of us. “Keep all your girly shit to yourself. Faith, are you coming with me?” He asks me.

  “No, I think I’ll stay here and spend some time with Peggy Sue and figure some things out.” He looks at me as if I ran over his puppy or better yet wrecked his truck.

  “You’re not leaving so soon; we need you here.” His voice cracks a little bit.

  “I’ll stay a little bit longer but I need to get back with Layla and figure out what to do about Ryder.” I start to worry about him all over again. I see a glint of disappointment in my brother’s eyes. “Sorry, Nate, I will help with burying Daddy and settling a few things over the next few days but after that, I need to get moving on.”

  ****

  Peggy Sue and I spend the next few hours talking about everything from when we became friends to the stories of our first kisses. Mine, of course, was Beau and hers was some freckled kid named Jeremy.

  “I miss this. I miss us,” I confess to her. Something deep inside tells me that our friendship is the kind that you don’t just give up on. “Pegs, I’m going to say something very bold right now to you. And take note of it because I don’t say it that often.” I stumble over my words a little bit. “I want to start over. Let’s forget about you know who and just move on.” I look over at her and show a small smile.

  “Are you serious? Because if you are, yeah. Let’s move on. I could use my best friend’s help raising this baby.” God, I love listening to her Southern drawl. “But you’re leaving? Right? And you’re with Ryder, so where does that leave me?” Her questions are valid and I wish I had answers for her but I don’t. Not right now. Maybe when Ziggy checks in, I can ask him.

  “Well, I am going back to Kentucky and I have a two bedroom apartment there. I’m sure we can get you a job at Layla’s.” I reach over and grab my phone. Texting Layla, I let her in on the plans while I look up at Pegs and make sure that it’s something she wants to do.

  “I have nobody here anymore; Beau was all I had left after my parents disowned me for what I did to you and getting pregnant.” She looks defeated; Beau has done a huge number on her and now she has a spawn of him to look at every day and remind her of what he did.

  “Well, Layla and the guys are amazing. Very accepting of anyone and everyone.” I snicker to myself and wonder if I should let her know about Ryder and the guys being bikers.

  “Well, it’s late. I think I’m gonna go upstairs and take a shower and try to get a few hours of sleep. We can hammer out all the details in the morning. The guest room is also open for you to sleep in if you choose.”

  “Thank you, Faith.”

  ****

  Ryder

  Bringing my knee up, I feel it connect with the guy’s chin. Blood instantly shoots out from his mouth. He starts spitting out teeth; fuck, yeah, I broke this fucker’s jaw.

  He swings and connects with my jaw. Stumbling backward, I bring my leg up and connect with his side, three times fast. He surges with the pain; this guy doesn’t give up. Pulling back, I connect my fist with his jaw and it looks like lights out for this fucker finally. I’ve been kicking his ass for what feels like forever.

  “Great job, Ryder. You are getting amazing at your fighting skills,” Ant says to me as he lights his cigar. The smell hits my nostrils and I feel sick to my stomach.

  Need to swallow that shit Ryder! I keep telling myself that I can’t show how fucked up this really is but I will say this much I am lovin’ the fighting. Makes me feel… I don’t know how to explain it. I feel like I am worth something when I fight like I could conquer the world.

  “You know that I set you up for a big fight? Big fight that can make me money.”

  “What the hell are you talking about, Ant?”

  He told me to start calling him Ant after my second fight. Something tells me that he is now family and I should treat him like family, but he isn’t treating me any fucking better.

  I jump down from the ring and we walk back toward the big bathroom used for cleaning up from the fights.

  “I’m talking about you have a fight in a week. If you win, you’re released; your father’s debt will be paid off.” Is he for real right now? “But I must warn you, if you lose, I will be taking your lady. I haven’t decided if I want to keep her as my own personal slave or if I want to sell her.”

  WHAT. THE. FUCK. “Don’t you fucking touch her; she is not your concern. Do you hear me? You touch her and you will have the whole fucking MC breathing down your back!” This fuck obviously doesn’t realize who he is fucking with. You don’t kidnap the VP’s ol’ lady and live. It just doesn’t happen that way.

  “I don’t give a fuck what your little club has to say about me taking your girl.”

  He stands in the shower room looking confident. Something feels off; I don’t know what it is, but I can feel it.<
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  Fuck, I need my boys. I wish I had a way to talk to them and to let them know to keep everyone safe, because I can feel this is going to start a huge rift with the MC and the Russians.

  Shaking my head and stepping into the shower, I decide that I need to do something. I need to get a handle on all this shit.

  “Fine, when am I fighting this fuck? I need extra training.” Figure the extra training will not only help me in the end but it will get me out of my own fucking head.

  “That works. When you’re done here go lift weights. You no longer need to stay in that cell; you get a room.” Interesting; like I said, something big is happening.

  Man, I miss my girl. I miss those tits, that ass. More than that I just miss her. Fuck, Ryder, you’re a biker. Get your head back in the game.

  Shrugging on my wife beater and shorts, I walk out of the shower room with a new determination that I am going to stick to what I know. Kicking ass, fucking and riding bike. Fuck all that feeling bullshit.

  ****

  “Ryder, I want you to make love to me. Please, take me as yours.” I look her deep in the eyes I turn my head to give her access to my lips. She leans forward and kisses me deep and hard. “Ryder, I’ve fallen in love with you. I am admitting to you right now that I love you. I love you with all my heart and soul.”

  “Oh, God. Yes ,Ryder. Please. Do something; hold me in your strong arms and make love to me. I love you.”

  God, I can hear Faith’s words just as if she was lying here next to me in bed. I can almost smell her. Rolling over, I extend my arm out and my subconscious tells me that she’s there, that I will feel her, that all this is a joke. My arm falls on an empty bed and that is when it slams me hard.

  She isn’t here; I let myself go for a bitch. Yeah, she is a good fuck and one hell of a woman, but I need to get my head back in the game. I’ve been away from my boys. I haven’t even properly taken over as VP.

  It’s gonna hurt a few people for what I am about to do, but I am going to do this fight and get the fuck out of here. Taking over as VP is what I have wanted to do since I was young. Thinking back, I can remember conversations between Zig and me about becoming the VP and Prez of the MC; fuck, doesn’t that sound like the life? Ride bikes, deal with club business, and get to fuck all the bitches that I want.

  Yep, that is the fucking plan. Extending my arms out, I put my hands together and pop my knuckles. I walk across the room and exit out the door into the hallway. I can see a door open at the end of it. Oh, why the fuck not? I walk over toward the door and I hear a couple voices. One sounds female and there seems to be two or three other guys. I am not sure how many, though. The bitch sounds familiar but I can’t place the voice. Then I hear something about everything is set for next week and the plan with go as planned.

  I don’t have time to give a shit about what the Russians are up to. Honestly, I just want to win this fight and get the fuck home. Back to my club and back to my boys. Time for the real Ryder Porter to come out; I turn and walk back down the hallway and turn into the practice room that is set up in the Russians’ massive mansion. Stepping in, I see the sparing buddy that I have been set up with.

  This dude is fucking big. Makes me feel like I am the smallest man in the world. Talk about ugly; he’s riddled with acne scars all over his face and neck. He has a scar that is stretched from his left eyebrow crossways over the top of his head, like someone cracked the dude’s head open.

  “Ghost, how is it?” he asks as I walk into the room. “You look tense, dude; let’s get that shit worked out.”

  I nod my head at him and walk over to the medical trainer so he can wrap my hands. “Dude, you have no fucking idea what I need to work out.”

  Chapter 8 -

  Rogue

  I have my plan to take over the Dueling Dragons motorcycle club down to the final detail. I plan to use Deacon to help me. He’s a dumb fuck; we refer to this type of man in Russian as a dolbo yeb. Deacon got himself mixed up in a major drug deal on his own without club approval, and is in up to his ass in debt with my uncle. My uncle made the decision that this is the perfect opportunity to take control of the club. I’ve abided my time as a lowly member over the years and have cracked some heads, made certain people disappear, and did other shit jobs for them. It is now my time to rule. Deacon has been walking the line with my uncle because he is piz’da…pussy! He knows without his cooperation he is a dead man and I will be the one pulling the trigger.

  I call kotik moya… my Pussycat, Bambi, to come over to my place in about an hour. I tell her to get her ass here and she had better be naked under her short little skirt I expect her to be wearing for me. She gives me some shit about her son and not having a babysitter. I sneer to myself at the mention of the maljavka… Ryder’s fucking child. He saddled a brat on her and then left her holding the bag after he started to drive over-the-road to run drugs and guns for the club and my uncle.

  I don’t know if he even knows about the kid. He hasn’t been around much the past few years since my uncle took out his cocksucker father. No one in the club has a clue that my uncle was behind that hit, except for me. I was the man who pulled the trigger on that piece of shit, and I plan to do the same to his motherfucking son soon. Very soon.

  My mind snaps back to Bambi on the phone and I growl out to her, “Kotik moya, you better take care of the kid and have your ass over here within an hour or you will feel my anger on your sweet ass.” She stammers out a quiet okay and hangs up.

  I remember the first time I laid eyes on the bitch at the club. Members considered her one of the club whores, even though her brother is Flem. I never understood why he stood by and let her spread her legs for the brothers in the club like that. She set my dick on fire when I first saw her sitting at the bar that first time, as she rubbed on Tank’s, cock begging him to take her to his room for a quick fuck. He snatched her up and left the main room with her, reappearing about 20 minutes later a very happy man. That was the moment I knew I wanted her, but not just as a whore to fuck. I never approached her. She never looked at me or wanted me.

  People call me the crazy Russian because I usually don’t show my emotions and I speak in as few words as possible. I come from a very well bred European family and I was formally educated before I left Russia and moved to America with my uncle when I was seventeen. I am cultured, and refuse to live like some of the pigs that I call brothers in the club. I speak perfect English but I hate my heavy accent. Women seem to love it but I don’t. They tend to think I do not speak English that well and talk shit about me, as I’m standing there. Inconsiderate skanks. I make no uncertainties to any woman that I fuck, if she wants to cum, she’s on her own. It’s not my job to get a bitch off. I fuck hard and that’s who I am.

  My first encounter with Bambi in bed was unexpected. I figured she’d be as afraid of me as most women are when I go to my dark side. I enjoy inflicting pain and pleasure on a woman and I don’t hold back on getting off. Bambi was into the pain, and the more I inflicted, the wetter she got for me. I suspect she’s a freak and enjoys hard, rough sex as much as I do. I have great plans for her tonight. I’m going to introduce her to some of my depravities.

  I walk upstairs and prepare the room for Bambi’s expected visit. I lay out my tools: the leather cuffs to bind her wrists, the blindfold to heighten her senses in the dark, the flogger to inflict pain to her skin yet excite her at the same time. My favorite, of course, nipple clamps to desensitize her nipples for a period of time before I release them to let the blood flow rush back to them. The pain alone of the clamps will be enough to push her over the edge as I take her pussy. I also take out one of my favorite cock rings to wear so I can enjoy pounding her longer. After I have everything set up, I light some candles around the room to enhance the ambiance and I set the play list on my iPod. I’ll turn it on low in the background after I have her naked and bound for me.

  I put my leathers and my cut on, foregoing a shirt underneath. Tonight is all about the pow
er I hold. I have never taken a bitch and let her top me. I remember Ziggy saying Bambi topped him that night she and Ryder fucked for the first time. He didn’t go into much detail, but I know it freaked him the fuck out. I think he might have questioned his own manhood for a time.

  She has the ability to top a man, but I will not give her the chance to pull that shit with me. I’m always the one in charge and I don’t ever deter from my play. I plan to introduce her to what it is like to be fucked in half by the time I’m finished with her tonight.

  True to my instructions, almost an hour later, my doorbell rings. I open the door to see Bambi standing there. I know she’s into me, but I also can smell her fear. That’s good; I like fear in my women. It keeps them compliant. I look her up and down, I open the screen door to invite her inside. I am like the spider and she is my fly and welcome to my web kotik moya.

  “Did you dress as I instructed?”

  She looks up at me, and gone is the flirty girl she portrays when she’s trying to get some dick. In her place is a demure female. This conveys her apprehension, and it’s just where I want her. She licks her lips and lifts her eyes to mine, “Yes, Rogue. I have nothing on under my clothing. I want you to strip me naked and fuck me hard and rough tonight. I want you to take me to places that I’ve never been yet with a man.”

  That’s all I need to break my resolve. I struggle to maintain control and keep the edge over her. Standing there with my back to her and I remind myself that I can’t take things as far as I really need to with her tonight, she’s not that strong. I need a shot of whiskey or two to get myself under control again. There is something about Bambi; she cuts me deep. She makes me feel. I have wanted her for too long and I decide that she needs punishing for throwing me over for that dolbo yeb. She may not have noticed me craving her from afar, but she must understand that I do not tolerate disloyalty. In my mind, she was disloyal.