Rain Falls: MC Romance (Lady Riders Book 1)

by Harley McRide

  “Yeah there is. We do exactly what they want, and if we teach them the lesson before we get there, better for us,” Shady said. “I do not want to rip the club apart. I want them to treat us like we have a brain. Because you know, our plan still needs them. We can’t do it without them. Okay, ladies, let’s not be stupid. This is what we will do.”

  Rick walked up to the door and knocked. He knew the guys wouldn’t take long to make their decision and they hadn’t. It took longer than what he liked but finally the door swung open.

  “Yeah?” Bob said.

  “I need to talk to you all,” he said firmly and Bob rolled her eyes and looked over her shoulder. Apparently, someone agreed, because the door was swung open farther for him.

  He stepped in and the women were all sitting on couches in the center of a huge room. He spotted Rain right away and grinned. Without hesitation, he said.

  “Here it is, ladies. I am now your liaison to the men. Just got voted in, now they were a bunch of dumbasses, and they know it—”

  “Hang on, Dad, what the hell? You can’t, you are still—” Rain argued.

  “If you would let me finish,” he said. “They know they fucked up, and just needed a reminder of a few things. Now, I resigned my commission effective immediately, because after being here and seeing what you are doing, I gotta say, I want to help out. I let them know and I will let you know, I will wear both your patches but won’t be involved in girls’ night out. But I learned a long time ago working with a spouse can fuck shit up. So even though you had good intentions, this is never gonna work because you don’t speak the same language.”

  “You speak girl?” Abi snorted.

  “No, I speak honest and you will come to appreciate that, because I do it to both sides. No one will get special treatment, if I think you’re wrong, then I will tell you, same goes for them. That way you are fighting with me not your men and you can actually have some loving time instead of fighting with your men,” Rick said and then turned to Rain. “All but you, you can fight with your men, in fact, maybe you should stay away from men for a long time, you know, until I can handle it.”

  Rain smiled and shook her head. She hadn’t seen her dad like this since she was small. He was usually buttoned up tight, now he was looser. It was good. Really good. “Okay, Dad, what do you suggest? We have a tea party and bake cookies and shit to offer up as a truce?” He may be her dad, but that didn’t mean that one little falter in her emotions would set her back to being a helpless little daddy’s girl. He needed to know she was, and always would be, one badass bitch the chicks under him in the military would cringe at.

  “Cookies are always good, but I’m thinking a little less domestic, ladies.” Rick took a seat on the couch, his back slumped down, and propped up his feet. Oh yeah. This was a lot better than behind that fucking desk.

  “Please, elaborate.” She gave a snarky eye roll but the smile that tugged at her lips showed she was more teasing than serious. He gave her a discrete wink and grinned.

  “Tonight, the clubs come together for a BBQ. There’s nothing better to comrade troops than ribs and beer. Tomorrow, you kiss your man at the door and ride out to fight by his side. How’s that sound?”

  “First off, who the hell is cooking all this food? Do you honestly think that after having us play at our wifely duties, they will stand by our side and not shove us back even farther than they have now?” Rose stood as she spoke. “We have a new baby. If something happens to her father, that leaves me raising her on my own. It’s not about his Neanderthal need to protect me. This is about us protecting each other and our little girl from monsters like Zane.”

  “You are absolutely right. And I think I’ve put things into prospective for them. I’ll send out for the side dishes, and the grilling is man’s work. You girls can take charge of the refreshments, but leave the cooking to the master.”

  “The last time you grilled burgers they tasted like lighter fluid,” Rain laughed.

  “Yeah, well, the last time you were ten. I’ve cooked a lot of meals since then and have mastered the art. Gas grills don’t hurt either,” he chuckled.

  “Okay, Rick, a BBQ it is.” Shady started delegating tasks to the girls, starting with Rick’s advice on drink choices. She was half-shocked he was a whiskey man and not some fancy Brandy or Scotch drinker. Jack Daniels was going to be a very popular man tonight.

  “Come here,” Charro said in a low voice. Rain’s eyebrow quirked, but she didn’t move. He copied her and she knew his dominating wasn’t about the club. It was the fun kind. She pretended to keep up her guard, but from the shadowed look in his eyes, she wanted him to tear it down, and tear her up.

  “What?” she asked cattily.

  “Closer.”

  She took the last step and closed the distance, standing toe to toe with him. “What?” she repeated again, her little back bowed and chest puffed out. He reached out, grabbed her hands, and twisted them behind her, crushing his mouth down on hers. No denying what his intentions were, if the huge bulge in his pants grinding against her stomach was any clue. It didn’t take long for him to break her down and her to fall into his kiss. What she hadn’t expected was the feeling of something cold snapping on her wrists and two more hands coming up from behind her. She jerked away and turned around, her mouth still parted.

  “Just in time,” Knight said, taking over where Charro left off. They passed her back and forth, kissing and groping her until she couldn’t fight it if her life depended on it. Before things got hot in the middle of the sitting area, Rick walked in and put a stop to it.

  “You boys wanna explain?” His eyes shot from them to the cuffs on Rain’s wrists.

  “Do you want us to explain?” Knight returned, fighting a grin.

  “Good point.”

  “Foreign relations. We’re making an alliance.” Charro grinned, all of his pearly whites showing.

  “That works for me. Carry on…someplace besides here.” Rick looked down at Rain and shook his head, still playing the protective father roll but giving in enough the guys knew he approved.

  “You heard the man,” Knight said and hoisted Rain up over his shoulder, her yells of disapproval once again apparent.

  “Good luck with that,” was the last thing they heard before they took their woman to bed.

  Chapter Fourteen

  They pulled out at six a.m. that morning. Rain looked over her shoulder to her father who was riding his new Harley Fatboy and grinning like a little kid on Christmas morning as they pulled onto the highway. Wow, who would have thought? The perfect uniform wearing, boots polished to mirror status, clean cut man, was now decked out in leathers with a bandana tied around his head. She couldn’t believe it.

  Charro and Knight flanked her and as she looked around, the women with bikes were also being flanked by their men, and the four trucks behind them were filled with both Savages, Warriors, and Lady Riders.

  While they were gone, Kink was in charge. Of course that had been a battle as her best friend wanted to come with them, but he was the next highest-ranking Warrior and they needed him there just in case Rugel sent someone to the compound before they were able to strike.

  The rumble of the bike and the smooth road made Rain grin; she loved it when they took long rides. To get to the Warriors’ Chapter in Oceanside, Cali, it would take four hours. It was the most gorgeous drive she had ever been on and Rain looked forward to taking it with her men.

  Yep, she finally admitted to herself they belonged to her. As fucked up as everything had been over the last few days, they had stepped up. Made sure she understood they had her back, and also, made sure that even with all the shit going down, she knew they would put her first. Even if it pissed her off.

  Damn, emotions sucked. She also wasn’t going to say anything until she was divorced. She needed to get this shit dealt with and then she would see where the other led. It wasn’t going to be easy to hold back, she wanted to be with them, but her past needed dealt
with, and she had no clue what was going to happen.

  During the ride, Rain had time to think about a lot of things, mostly her future. She would watch the guys who would instinctively look at her, smile, nod, and then make sure she was safe. It was weird how they did it. One of them would move forward to block if a car was passing, the other would fall behind when they were getting off the highway making sure she didn’t get in the sand, which usually gathered on the road, and was slippery on the exits. It made her feel like they really did care.

  Zane stood by the window of his large office. He was staring out the high-rise he now owned. It was all his, this is what he built. To the outside he was a respectable businessman who bought and sold bonds for very selective entrepreneurs. In reality, he was their pimp, their drug dealer, their blackmailer, and finally, their owner. Nothing was going to take it away from him. He was too smart.

  They had left, his men told him, and Storm was coming to him. It made it so much easier. Not that he really cared; he paid the best mercenaries in the world to get her for him. Then she would be taught a lesson before she died. She was going to know who owned her.

  “So, I hear my loving sister is coming home.” He heard Angel say as she walked into the room. Zane turned, she was wearing a tight, white dress that made her look like an Angel, and of course, she was not. What she was was perfect for him. He married Storm because she had been so pure, and soon realized his mistake. She couldn’t handle this life, no matter how much he wanted her to fit. Of course, he could have made her, but her father helped her escape. At first he had been pissed, and then Angel showed him she was his perfect match.

  “She is,” Zane said smoothly, walked to her, and kissed her on the forehead like they weren’t planning on torturing and selling a person.

  “Well, so far we are up seven million in bids. We will have a nice honeymoon with that money,” she laughed. They had agreed the money made would pay for their wedding and honeymoon. It was irony, which they both got off on.

  “Good, who is in the lead?” Zane asked. He wanted to make sure a sick fucker got her.

  “The man from Germany,” Angel giggled. “The one who made the modified torture box you love so much.”

  Zane grinned. Perfect. It would give her a fitting end. “They left early, should be hitting the city in about an hour, I have people waiting on every road coming in. One of them will pick her up. Once we find out they have her, we announce the bidding closed. Make sure the German stays ahead.”

  Angel grinned, pulled his head down, and kissed him passionately. When he pulled back, she was smiling.

  “Of course I will, no worries,” she laughed and then turned and walked out of the room.

  Everything was going as planned.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Treat and Rain nodded at each other and then Rain raised her hand. They were the Road Captains for the trip, and had planned down to the last stop how they were going to get into San Diego. They all knew people were watching and Freebyrd and the others had already told them they spotted men on some of the roads coming into town.

  At the last stop, they talked about how to handle it. Basically because, by being watched, they figured Rugel was going to try to take Rain on the way into town. A surprise attack would be the smartest since they were coming to them. Plus with all of the motorcycles, they were a target.

  Treat and Rain had brainstormed. They wanted Zane to know they were coming, but they didn’t want them to know where they were going. The Warriors’ compound in Oceanside was actually hidden. Freebyrd was brilliant, they had a three block area where they owned a mechanic’s shop. They bought the houses and building surrounding over the years so now they held a three block radius where unless you were a Warrior, you didn’t live. No one paid attention and no one cared. Nothing like hiding in plain sight.

  However, to get them there without bringing attention was another deal. So Treat and Rain had poured over maps until finally they figured out how they would do it.

  Currently they were pulled over in a row of storage buildings after making sure no one was following them. They had pulled over and come back to them and were now in the back lot where people on the road couldn’t see them. They were waiting for three large trucks to come and get them. One of them was a motorcycle transport semi, which had heavy tarp side covers so no one would see their bikes. The second was a vehicle semi, it would take the trucks and weapons, which no one would recognize since they had used wrap when they left the compound and had now peeled it off, making the trucks look different. And the last was the enclosed semi, they would all pile in and drive right into the compound where no one could see them and then unload.

  The guys had been surprised they could organize this so quickly. However, they were women, and they were resourceful. Or Treat was, she had promised the guys from the Cali Chapter she would stay for a few weeks after the mission and help them get their new club up and running with good dancers. It was a good trade off since Treat had her eye on a few of the guys in Cali, and had for a while. Since everything with Trick had gone down, she had felt a little lost. She was coming back, she told the others. She just needed to have a bit of time and they were giving it to her. They agreed Nike and Bob would stay with her as well, since both women actually were going to talk to some of the ol’ ladies of the Cali group about making a Lady Chapter there as well.

  Mostly they wanted to because they needed contacts in a lot of cities so they could help the women who needed it. It had been Rick’s idea, and they had all agreed. Now, they were just making things solid.

  Rain turned and heard the rumble of the semis. It was time to get this show on the road. When they drew closer, she saw who was driving one of the rigs and rolled her eyes. She should have known since her father had been talking about meeting his old friend for the last twenty-four hours.

  They pulled to a stop and Joe ‘Freebyrd’ Callehan jumped out of the cab of the semi, followed by his sweet petite woman, Casey ‘Bic’ Callehan, who was wearing her classic biker bitch attire. A pair of holey jeans, a black shirt with fringe around the waist, her thigh high boots, and her bleach blond long hair pulled back into a ponytail wearing huge white sunglasses with bling around them.

  “Woohoo, bitches!” she said with her hands flung in the air. “I need me a cut and a patch, I am ready to join!”

  “Woman,” Freebyrd growled. “Gimme a minute to talk business before we start gabbing.”

  “Fuck off, Byrd,” Casey said. “Finally got some bitches who understand the meaning of the words ‘female cock’ and I am not wasting a moment getting the deets.”

  Byrd rolled his eyes and looked at Creed, “Such is our life.”

  “I hear ya,” Creed muttered and then Rick stepped out.

  “Shit, thought you were dead,” Rick said gruffly and Byrd laughed and shook his head.

  “Everyone tried, seems I have more than nine lives,” the man laughed and both of them did the one armed man hug.

  “So I hear y’all need a ride into Oceanside?” Byrd laughed and Rain stepped up.

  “Yep, and is everything else there that is supposed to be?” Rain asked. Some of the Warriors were supposed to be watching all of Zane’s hidey-holes. She knew he was going to move to one of them soon, fucking coward.

  “They are watching, so far, Rugel and the chick are still at the office building, but I guess some of the calls we have intercepted have them being mighty pissed about where you have gotten off to. Last call we heard, Rugel said they were going to stay in the penthouse until they had the package,” Byrd said.

  “Yeah, not gonna happen. Give him time, when they can’t find me, they will move. He is too paranoid,” Rain laughed.

  “Well, once we get back to the compound we will be able to look a little more closely at what they are doing. Let’s get you loaded up and ready to go, shall we?” Byrd said and everyone nodded and moved, getting to where they needed to be.

  Charro and Knight went right to the commu
nication’s office when they got off the truck, Rain followed as did Rick. The others were getting the supplies and bikes offloaded. They all knew what they needed to do, and Shay had told Rain she would be point because she knew Zane best. Plus, they also wanted everyone to be on the same page when it came down to it.

  “Where is he exactly at?” Rain asked, looking at the map; they had pulled up on the computer screen marking all of the places that Zane owned or were known to be hangouts. She skimmed them and since she had left, he had increased his holding considerably.

  However, even with that, he still had his safe spots. She knew he wouldn’t get rid of them, and he hadn’t. Now she needed to make sure he hadn’t actually gone somewhere else. It would be a problem, but they would figure it out.

  “He is here,” one of the Warriors named Stone said and pointed at the screen where there was a red dot. There was also a blue one at another place and she pointed to it.

  “Who is this?” she asked.

  “The chick,” Stone said.

  Rain leaned back and then looked at the guys. Angel was at her old house. She paused briefly, because there was only one reason for her to be there.

  “Angel is going to grab the one thing they think will control me,” Rain smiled.

  “What is that?” Knight asked tightly.

  “There were two things Zane held over my head before I left, one was my teacup puppy. Her name was Sandy, and I adored her. When I left, I was devastated I had to leave her behind. The other was my father’s career, Zane made tapes he threatened to release to the public if I even thought about leaving. They would have ruined my father. I figure my beloved Sandy was given to the shelter, which means they will try to get my compliance by using my father. They think I would do anything to keep those tapes from being released,” Rain laughed.

  “Why? What is on the tapes?” Charro asked.