Final Ride Fallen Angel's MC 4 (12 page)

Chapter 28

 

Creed

The world spins us in new directions every day. We never know
what way that may be but with family, it doesn’t matter. At
least not to me.

Every day is a challenge we must face. I’ve worked hard to keep
this club running smoothly. To keep it legit for these kids for the
future.

“Pass me that crate.” Pointing to the crate on the floor, Jada
bends over to get. Of course I sneak a peek at her ass. I’m a
man.

Jada smiles as she passes me the crate full of liquor bottles. I
want nothing more than to bend her over that crate.
“Stop looking at me like that.” Jada giggles before I set the crate
down, dragging her body against me.

“You look so damn good.” Kissing her neck, I hear the bells of
the front door but I don’t look up. Not until I hear bottles
crashing to the ground.

Shoving Jada behind me, I glance around.

“Do you know what the fuck you just started?” Growling
between my teeth, I stare Rit down. He and a few of his boys
stand in front of me smiling like they have lost their fucking
minds.

“I came to make another offer. I’ve decided that I want to run all
of Willows. I’ve been thinking about shit, yeah? You boys don’t
like to share, and well, I’m tired of askin’.” Fire rages through
my veins. I want nothing more than to snap this assholes neck,
but not now. It isn’t the time for that.

“Willows is off limits. You know that.” Shaking his head, he
glares at me.

“So you said. I told you I reconsidered. I want all of Willows and
I’ll leave these little stores of yours alone.” He’s pushing my
buttons, and I’m letting him. My nerves are on edge and I want
to lose it. I want to, but it’s only me and Jada here.

“You don’t want this war. I promise you, we out number you RIt.

Don’t make it into a war.”
RIt grins that evil grin he has. My heart picks up as I look at him.
I want to shoot the motherfucker right here in the store.

“I’m warnin’ you. This is the last chance I’m givin’ you. Get the
fuck out of my store, and stay the hell away.” Taking a step
toward him, he shoves off another case of bottles. The crashing
glass just sets me off.

I lose it. I fly toward him knocking him to the floor. Punching
each other, I feel hands on me before I hear Jada scream. My
heart thunders in my chest right before I hear the gun go off.

Reaching for mine, I drag myself up only to realize I was the one
that was bleeding. Jada screams something into her phone as I
stumble backward. Rit and his guys quickly run out the front
door before Jada’s at my side.

“Creed! Shit! The guys are coming.” Her hands roam over my
stomach and up to my chest as she looks for the cause of the
bleeding. She’s frantic, and it is kind of funny.

“I’m ok, sweetheart. It just startled me.” Her hands are yanking
up my shirt but I can’t do anything but smile.

 

“Shit, where is it?” Her hands dart around before I reach up and
grip them in mine.

“Jada, I’m fine.” Pulling her hands out of my shirt I pull her
against me.
“No, you’re shot!” My lips press against hers, stealing my breath
away.

“Jada, I’m ok. Let me go check outside.” I try to move her but
she holds me in place. Her eyes wander over me as she tries to
assess if I’m really ok.

Sliding my hands up to her cheeks, I force her to look me in the
eyes.

 

“I’m ok. It’s a not as bad as it looks.”

“Goddamn Creed! This shit scares the hell out of me.” Her tears
wet my skin as I hold her face in my hands. I hate this for her,
but this is why I didn’t want her working in the store to begin
with. This just seals the deal.

Chapter 29

Ryker

We pull into the liquor store parking lot and instantly spot Creed
leaning against the building smoking. Figures, that dumb ass
would be smoking after getting shot.

“You look good in red.” Walking over to him, I slap my hand on
his shoulder before I notice the look on his face.

 

“I used to think it was
your
color.” The smirk on his face is
priceless. I guess I deserved that.

“Yeah, it usually is. Was it RIt?” He knows I want the answer to
be yes. I want to move on that son of a bitch so damn bad, I can
taste it.
“He wants all of Willows. I said no.” Shaking my head, I run my
hand through my hair. This is getting worse. Creed may be the
president, but I am the fucking enforcer.
I want blood
.

“Watch that look brother. We aren’t movin’ in just yet.” Creed’s
voice pulls my attention back to him. He is making a mistake not
moving in on them, I can feel it.

“Come on Creed! He fuckin’ shot you brother!” Kicking a rock
across the ground, I take a deep breath.

“We ain’t ready Ryker! We need a plan, you know that.” Creed
growls before standing up and moves toward me. His hands
land on my shoulders before I jerk away.

Pointing at him I let it all rip from me. “You could have died!
They could kill any one of us brother! Is that what the fuck
you’re waitin’ for?” Stomping past him, I head inside.

Looking at the mess that Jada sweeps up just rips at me. My
chest tightens as I reach for the broom before she shakes her
head.

“Let me do it.” Being a little firmer with her this time she lets me
take it.

“He could have died Ryker.” Sweeping the glass up, I don’t want
to look at her. It eats at me. This is our life though. This is what
we’re signed up for. Any of us at any given time could be dead.
“I know. I want to move on them, but he won’t.” The sob that
rips out of Jada tightens my chest even more. I fucking hate this!
Leaning the broom against the cooler, I reach for her. Pulling
Jada into my chest, she cries harder.

“I’m sorry. I know how hard this is on you darlin’.” Jada doesn’t
stop crying as I rub her back. Blowing out a breath, I try to calm
her, and myself.

“When is this shit going to end?” Pulling out of my grasp her
whole attitude has changed. Jada scrubs at her eyes before she
sniffs. Her anger radiates off her. There’s the feisty girl I heard
so much about.

“It never ends. Welcome to the lifestyle Jada. You knew this
shit. You lived it!” Getting a little louder than I needed to she
glares over at me.

“It does end! It ends, when I end it.” Her tone is harsh as she
grabs for her phone on the counter.

 

“When you end what?” Looking over my shoulder, Creed stands
with a cloth to the wound.

“All of this! I’m sick of worrying about if you’re going to come
home Creed! This is crazy!” I watch the rage that sizzles through
her before Creed steps in front of me.

“You knew all this shit Jada. You knew how this life was. I’m
tryin’ here!” Watching him snap at her, I can’t even imagine
how that must feel. Our old lady’s sit there and wait while we’re
out on runs, not knowing if we’re coming home or not.
I don’t think I’ve ever thought about it that way. The toll it must
take on them; it rubs me raw.

“Why don’t we just head back to the clubhouse? This shit is
gettin’ too real, and we need to work it out.” Both of them turn
to face me but I just shrug. Hell, I was just trying to be helpful
here.

“You know what. You’re right Ryker. I want to go the fuck home.
Not the fucking clubhouse. I’m going home!” Jada stomps
around Creed before stopping and kissing my cheek. The look I
get from Creed is one of rage.

“Way to help motherfucker!” Creed screams before he stomps
past me to go after Jada.

 

“That mean you ain’t givin’ me a kiss too?” The way he slams
the front door should answer that.

 

Chuckling, I go back to cleaning up the damn mess those asshole
Dusts’ made.

 

Chapter 30

 

Tank

 

The club was in an uproar when Creed and the guys came back. I
can’t say today is any different either.

Jada left with Heather saying she didn’t want to be near Creed
right now. Of course we sent a guy to keep an eye on her. That
hasn’t stopped Creed from going all kinds of insane. He’s
stomped around busting shit up all over the club. I swear, it’s
like having another kid around here.

“I’m going to see Jada. Do I need to take someone?” Cher smiles
up at me before I kiss her.

“Yeah. Take Bo. Be careful, and see if you can talk that girl into
coming back in here. That son of a bitch has lost his mind.”
Nodding over toward Creed, where he sits at the bar drinking
like an idiot, Cher laughs.
“I’ll try. I love you.” Leaning down, I kiss her once more before
she walks off.

“Hey Creed. Let’s ride brother.” Yelling at him, he looks up
shaking his head. I know he doesn’t want to ride, but there are a
few things that I wanted to look into.

“Take Torch.” Huffing, he turns back to his drinks. I swear he is
worse than a fucking female.

 

“I said
you
. This is a president matter. Let’s fuckin’ ride.”
Stomping past him, I head out the door and toward the bikes.

 

Creed comes out a few minutes later, not looking very happy
either.

 

“What the fuck is this shit?” Creed doesn’t look too happy with
me, but I don’t give a shit.

“We need to go look at somethin’. It needs to be us. Get the
fuck over yourself.” Sliding my helmet on, I ignore the smartass
remarks he’s mumbling over there. We need to figure out this
fucking Dust shit so we can make a plan.

I rev up my bike before heading down the driveway. I’m in no
mood to deal with Creed’s whining shit today. I’ve heard it
enough. We all have problems, and this just goes with the
territory.

We ride out Hwy 16, toward and old warehouse that I heard the
Dusts’ had been using. I didn’t bring it up with the other guys
though, because I know Ryker would go all out crazy, and rush
the fucking place.

The silence is nice. Only my bike rumbling beneath me. Its’ a
reprieve from the hell we’ve been living with at the clubhouse.
So much bullshit crammed into one place will work your nerves
over, that’s for sure.

Pulling into the parking lot, I cut the engine before climbing off
my bike. I need to get Creed’s mind on something other than
Jada.

“What the fuck is this?” Creed climbs off looking around before
he runs his hand through his hair.

“I got word that Dusts’ were using that old warehouse. Not sure
what the hell they’re doin’ in it. I thought we could take a look.”
Creed looks over at me with disgust all over his face.

“You couldn’t bring Torch out here for this shit?” Clearly the
man is pissed, but I need to get his head right for him.

 

Stepping into his space, I get right in his face.

“This shit with you and Jada is affectin’ the club. You’re off your
game, and it hurts us. This shit ain’t goin’ to die down anytime
soon. We need you in this shit!” Grinding out between my
teeth, he steps up closer.
“You think I’m not handlin’ shit?” The rage that simmers inside
of him is threatening to explode free. I can see it in his eyes. At
least he’ll take it out on me, and not one of the other guys.

“No Creed. I think you’re lettin’ this shit with Jada cloud your
judgement. I get it brother, I do, but we need to watch our asses
here.” Creed blows out a breath before taking a step back. I
know things are getting hard for him but he’s a strong person.

“I feel like I’m losin’ her Tank.” Scrubbing his hand over his face,
I look at him. I get it, I’ve been there.

“Jada’s a lot of things Creed. Hard headed, strong, fierce, but
the one thing she isn’t, is a quitter. She needs some space. Let
her have that; let her find her way back. Life’s crazy for
everyone right now.” Creed nods, but I don’t know if he’s truly
listening to me.

“Let’s check this shit out, yeah?” Creed nods before he follows
me toward the building. I hope shit gets worked out soon. This
shit is crazy.