Ryker Fallen Angel's MC 3 (3 page)

Chapter 6

Walking out to climb on my bike, my heart slams in my chest. There’s always this nerve that strikes right before I’m about to go out on a run. It’s like a sixth sense that something isn’t going to play out the way I think it will.

Torch loads up next to me as I take a deep breath willing those nerves to calm themselves.

“You ok brother?” Grabbing my helmet, I nod before pulling it on. I don’t like this feeling but I’ll be damned if I talk it out with him.

Sliding my helmet into place, I rev up my bike. The rumble is something that always gives me a high. The way the bike seems to mold to me is something that has always amazed me. It makes me feel at peace within myself.

I know everyone says they love the way the breeze blowing around them feels but that’s not what gets me. It’s the fact that I’m in control of something so deadly. I’ve seen the way a bike can take a life if it isn’t controlled properly. To me, my bike is life.

If I couldn’t ride, I’d die. I’ve never been the car driving kind. That shit was for the girls and the family type. I guess it’s a good thing that isn’t me.

Rolling along the highway the vibrations rattle through me. My heart soars as I work the road with my bike. The heavy metal machine below me is all that stands between me and my fate. I’ve come to accept that this is my fate. When I die I want it to be doing something I loved, something that meant something to me. This club is the only thing that holds meaning to me. This club is where my life began and sure as hell where it will end.

The ride out to the Dusts’ clubhouse isn’t a long one. They are way too close for my liking but it makes my job a lot easier. Those long runs are ridiculous.

Rolling to a stop, I see the VP of the Dusts’ standing in front of the bar. There’s one person I’d like to see dead but that isn’t my choice. Thank shit for that!

Climbing off my bike I glance over at Torch. He scans the growing crowd of Dust's as they make their way out of the bar.

“Don’t like this shit brother.” With a huff, I have to agree. So many fucking Dusts’ in one spot is never good.

“Me either brother but I know a few. Shit should go smooth as long as Stone isn’t around.” With a quick nod, I see Bone. Bone has been a good friend for a long time. Bone ran Nomad like me. I don’t know the whole story behind the move to the Dusts’ but I heard it wasn’t much of a choice.

“God damn brother. It’s good to see a friendly face.” Pulling me into a hug, I want to laugh but stop myself.

“Friendly? I don’t know about all that. It is good to see you though. How’s shit?”  Pulling back, I notice the look on his face.

“It’s off brother. I don’t like any of this shit. Let’s walk.” With a nod, I follow behind Bone towards what appears to be an old warehouse or some shit.

“What’s with this shit?” Nodding towards the broke down building, Bone looks over his shoulder.

“Housin’. Look, I don’t like this, Ryker. I fuckin’ told Stone this shit isn’t right. He don’t give one shit as long as money’s rollin’.” Bone scrubs his hand over his face before looking back at me.

“And money’s rollin’?” I need to figure out just how much shit we’re dealing with here. From the look on his face, I just fell into the shit pile.

“$4,000 a head. Special orders are more.” Thoughts run rampant through my mind as we step up to the door. My heart’s slamming in my chest and I already know I'm not going to like what I see.

“Two girls. Deb and Cassidy.” Sliding the photo that Bella gave me out of my pocket I pass it to Bone.

“Shit, brother. I can’t tell them apart anymore. We have a few in here that have been around a while. Most are fairly new though. I couldn’t tell you if they’re in here or not. Stone got a call a while ago on a new one. He’ll be back soon and when he shows, you roll. He knows you’re comin’ but a long stay isn’t wise.” Nodding my head at Bone, I slide the picture back into my pocket as he pulls the door open.

Glancing over at Torch, I sure as hell hope we know what we’re into here. I for one don’t know what’s behind these doors but I have a bad feeling about it.

Chapter 7

Stepping inside, I can already tell this is going to be worse than I thought it would be. This place is beyond disgusting. It should be fucking condemned.

“What the fuck Bone?” Glancing over at him he shakes his head. I know he isn’t into this shit. He never was like that.

“I told you brother. I don’t like this shit either. Go ahead up the stairs. I’ll let you know when it’s time to go.” With a quick glance over my shoulder at Bone, I turn to the stairs.

“This is some shit brother.” I don’t even have to answer Torch; this is not some shit I wanted to see.

“Take left, yeah?” Torch nods as I start opening doors. I’m in no way prepared for what I find behind door number one.

Four girls to a room. They all look high as hell as they lie there looking at me. They’re broken. All of them. They lie there damn near naked high out of their minds. They wouldn’t know what the fuck was happening to them at any given time. The worst part, half of them look to be around Bella’s age. My blood boils in my veins as I step back out of the room.

Spinning around I slam my fists into the wall outside the door when Torch comes out. The man looks like he’s going to be sick. Just the fucking way I feel.

“I can’t do this shit brother! Those are fuckin’ kids!” Torch looks like he’s on fire right now. I know that feeling all too well. My body hums with hate. I want to walk out of here and blow the fucking Dusts’ out of this fucking world.

“FUCK!” Growling Torch runs his hand over his face.

“We have to get through here. Once we’re back at the clubhouse, we need to discuss shit.” Attempting to control my anger isn’t working out for me; I walk to the next room ready for anything.

Room after room it’s all the same. Young girls held against their will and drugged. What the fuck kind of monsters have the Dusts’ turned into?

As much as I want to beat the fuck out of someone right now I need to keep my focus on the task I was sent in to do. Finding those girls may be the key to finding out where this shit started.

Stopping at the last room on my side, I slowly push the door open hoping to God that those girls are in here.

Stepping inside, I see one girl. She doesn’t look like the others. She appears a little older, not drugged either. In fact, it seems that this girl is a little more taken care of than the others. That sparks my interest as I peek back out of the room. Seeing no one else is out there, I close the door behind me.

Her big blue eyes burn into me as she watches every move I make cautiously.

“What’s your name?” The little smirk on her face intrigues me. Surely she isn’t happy to see me in her room at this time of night.

“Since when do you guys ask names?” I watch the girl stand before starting to pull her shirt over her head. Fuck me that little body of hers is making my dick stir. Shaking my head, there’s no way I can be looking at this girl like that.

“Put your shirt back on. That’s not why I’m here.” Stalking around the tiny room, I take it all in. She has everything a little better than the others.

“Why do you get special treatment?” Bringing my eyes back to hers, she shrugs.

“I’m expensive.” Watching her back herself into the corner the closer I get, she’s nervous. The look in her eyes is setting something off inside of me.

“I can see that. Now I want to know why?” Stepping into her space I can see her breathing pick up.

The girl swallows hard as I come even closer to her. Reaching my hand out I slide it under her chin before gripping it roughly.

“I don’t know what the fuck you do here or why. I want to know why you are better than the rest?” My tone is low and harsh. I can see the fear that I sparked in her eyes. This wasn’t what I was going for, but I guess whatever works.

“I was traded, and now I’m being sold. I heard something about a highest bidders list. They keep me better than the rest. I don’t get the drugs or anything like the rest of them.” I can feel her body tremble and I don’t know if it’s because I'm in her space and she’s scared or she thinks I'm about to fuck her like crazy. I can’t lie and say that touching the soft skin of her face isn’t turning me the fuck on, because it is.

“What do you mean traded?” Her breathing is rapid as she licks her lips. Damn her and those lips.

“I mean my family owed the Dusts’ money. They couldn’t pay, I became the payment.” She leans in closer and I swear to fuck I want to lose my mind.

“What kind of fucked up family did you grow up in darlin’?” Her eyes are burning into my soul. There is something about this girl that isn’t going to be easy to forget.

Chapter 8

“The kind that doesn’t care about their kids. The kind that would trade their kid for drugs and guns.” My heart slams in my chest as I try to think of what kind of people would do that.

“Shifters’ MC.”  The words leave her mouth as my hand falls from her face. Taking a step back, my throat tightens.

“Don’t leave me here. Please.” The mouthy little girl that I walked in on is gone replaced by the broken and used girl that stands before me.

“How old are you?” Watching as the tears pool in those seas of blue my chest tightens. I can’t do this shit.

“Twenty. Please don’t leave me here. Those guys they sell to are horrible. I’ve heard the stories.” She takes a step towards me but I put my hand up to stop her.

When I’m about to speak the door flies open and Bone comes in. Before he can say shit I grab the girl slamming my lips to hers.

“Ten minutes out brother. Time to roll.” Throwing my hand up I hear him close the door behind us. Pulling my mouth from hers is like stealing the air from my lungs.

I let her go as she stands there breathlessly in front of me. Tears stream down her cheeks as I run my hand through my hair. What the hell am I doing? Am I really thinking about getting this girl out of here?

Shaking my head, I turn to head for the door when she screams. I snap my head around to look at her as she slumps onto the floor in tears.

“When does the next shipment of girls go out?” Her head snaps up to look at me before she shakes her head.

“If you won’t help me, I won’t fucking help you.” Taking a step back towards her, I can see the fear in her eyes.

“I’m lookin’ for two girls that were taken. I need to know when the next fuckin’ shipment goes out.” Narrowing my eyes on her, she pushes herself up. Standing a few feet from me, she wipes at her eyes.

“Fuck you.” The words leave her mouth and so help me that’s exactly what I want to do. I want to bend that sweet little ass of hers over that bed and fuck her until she can’t walk.

Moving in on her, I reach out grabbing her around the waist as I pin her against the wall.

“You better answer my God damn questions sweetheart if you ever want out of this motherfucker.” With my lips mere inches from her neck, I can feel her body shiver. My breath skates a line over her neck and fuck me if I don’t want to suck that skin into my mouth.

“In two weeks. Please don’t leave me here.” Her tears choke her as she cries. I take a step back and look into those eyes and I’m lost. I don’t know what to say to her. I don’t know how to handle this shit. I do the first thing that pops into my mind.

Reaching up I grab my patch that has my name on it and rip it off my cut.

With it in my hand I reach for hers and pull it open.

“I’m comin’ back for you. I won’t leave you here.” Stuffing my name patch into the palm of her hand, she cries harder. Shit this is the craziest fucking thing I think I’ve ever done. The club is going to have my ass for this shit.

“Hold this for me. I need that shit back so don’t lose it. It’s got my name on it.” Her teary eyes look down at the patch in her hand before looking back up at me.

“Ryker.” Her voice is a whisper as she looks into my eyes. I can’t do this shit. Something in her eyes is breaking me down inside.

“What’s your name darlin’.” Trying to keep my nerves and dick in check, I calm my tone.

“Jersey.” Nodding my head, I lean in and press my lips gently to hers. I know it’s all kinds of wrong but it soothes me for some stupid reason.

“Don’t lose that. I’m comin’ back for you.” With one last kiss on those little lips, I back up ready to leave.

The door flies open as Bone and Torch come barreling in.

“Need to roll, shit’s gonna get real, fast.” Bone looks between us as Jersey climbs back into her bed, pulling the covers over her.

Something isn’t settling inside of me the way it should. Nodding my head, I turn towards the guys as they file back out of the room.

“Meet you downstairs.” With a quick nod, they head off before I turn back to Jersey.

“I don’t know how long this is gonna take. I need to work shit out in my club. Just know that I’m comin’ back.” Jersey climbs up on her knees as I stand there next to her bed.

“So you will be like a knight in shining armor.” She leans into my chest as I chuckle.

“Sweetheart, I’m no knight. I’m the devil himself and as soon as I can get you out of here, it won’t be a fairy tale. You’ll be steppin’ through the fiery gates of hell darlin’.”