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“I wasn’t here for that shit. I would remember.” Ryker chuckles
before pulling Jersey into his lap.

“Torch was fuckin’ with one of those chasers’ hair dryers. I filled
up the bath tub next to him, told him it would work better if he
jumped in and out really quick. I never thought the son of bitch
would do it. When he jumped in the hair dryer slipped out of his
hands, and hit the water. I never saw a man light the fuck up
like he did.” Everyone breaks into laughter. I see the look in
Ryker’s eyes though, he’s hurting inside.

Losing Torch is taking a toll on him.
Chapter 47

 

Tank

Wandering around the shop, I know I need to get to work but
my mind won’t stop. What if I would have stayed in there and
not Torch? He might not have had kids and all, but he was a
good man. He didn’t deserve to go out like he did.

“Get your head out of your ass, Tank. We need these bikes done
before tonight.” Ryker sits with a cigarette hanging out of his
mouth working on one of them.

“Fuck off. I don’t give a shit if those little wanna be’s have their
bikes for bitchfest.” Ryker laughs hysterically knowing exactly
what I mean. The so called bikes we’re working on are what we
like to call crotch rockets. Made of shit material, for even
shittier riders. They shouldn’t even be considered bikes.
“Could you see us ridin’ these motherfuckers around town?”
Hitting the bike with the wrench, Ryker laughs again.

“What kind of punks would we look like?” Shaking his head, he
gets back to work before I start on the other one.

“We should cut the break lines. Fuckin’ shit isn’t a bike.”
Mumbling to myself I hear Ryker laugh again. At least he’s
laughing. That’s always a good sign.

“Hey, are we taken that lake trip any time soon?” Messing
around with a bolt on this piece of shit, I look over at him.

 

“Hadn’t talked about. We need that shit though. At least, I do.”
Ryker grunts as he gets back to work.

 

We work in silence when the thought occurs to me.

 

“Hey, Ryker. Bella say anything to you lately?” Grabbing his
bottle of beer, he takes a long pull as I watch him.

 

“No more than usual. Why?” I see the look in his eyes. He knows
what I’m talking about, he just isn’t saying it.

 

“She said somethin’ the other night. It just got to me.” Looking
away from him, I saw him swallow hard.

“What’d she say?” Pulling out a cigarette, I light it before turning
to look at him again.
“She made me promise that I wouldn’t worry about her. I don’t
know what the hell she’s talkin’ about though.” Ryker shakes his
head before standing up.

“So, did you?” Walking past me and toward the office, I follow
his movements with my eyes.

 

“Did I what?”

 

“Promise her?” Shaking my head, I stand up and cross my arms
over my chest.

“You want to tell me what it is you know brother?” Ryker pulls
another beer out of the fridge before popping the top off and
looking at me.

“I don’t know shit. Was just askin’.” He averts his eyes away
from mine looking at anything but me. I’ll find out what it is that
he knows.

“I did.” Walking past me, he stops.

 

“You did?” Looking at me a little confused, I wonder if the man
is a little slow.

 

“I promised her I wouldn’t worry.” With a slight nod, he smiles
and gets back to work.

 

Chapter 48

 

Creed

The store’s been busier than usual today. It’s weird not having
Torch around being his normal annoying self. I miss it. I miss the
smug ass look that he used to get on his face when he thought
we were doing shit we shouldn’t be. I miss him.

“You ok in there, Creed?” Reggie hollers through the bathroom
door at me. I don’t know how long I’ve been in here, but I do
know that I’m not ready to come out. My head is spinning as my
mind wanders to other things.

“Yeah.” Pushing the door open, I step out to see the look on
Reggie’s face. He’s worried, and I can’t blame him. Hell, I’m
worried right now.

“What are you thinkin’?” The way he narrows his eyes at me,
makes me think he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“You know somethin’ ain’t right when you start to think like
Ryker, yeah?” Reggie shakes his head as he follows me back out
to the front of the store. I stand off to the side watching Jada
and Jersey as they work the register.

“That shits not good Creed. Ryker’s head is a completely messed
up place to be brother.” Glancing over at him, I already know
that. Ryker is a crazy son of a bitch.

“He seems to be on the right track with these motherfuckers
though. I feel like I should have listened to him a long fuckin’
time ago. I wanted to plan shit out, and have everything in place
before we moved on them.” Reggie sighs before slapping his
hand down on my shoulder.

“You can’t think like that man. You’re right. You can’t go after
them without a plan. Ryker wants to go balls out crazy, and
believe me the rest of us do too, but goin’ out there unprepared
isn’t goin’ to do anything but get more of us killed brother.”
Dropping my head, I know he’s right. I just feel like I’m losing
here. I’m losing my brothers, my club.

All the anger that bubbles up inside of me threatens to spill
over, and I don’t want to take it out on anyone here.

Reaching out, I hit all the bottles in front of me off onto the
floor. The girls jump before Reggie grabs my shoulders. “Come
on Creed! Take a walk!” Jerking me back, I turn on him.

“I’m losin’ it, brother!” Emotions flood my vision before I feel
her hands wrap around me.
“Creed, take a walk with me.” Jada tugs at me, but my hands are
clenched and ready to fight. I don’t know how to control all this
shit. This club is falling fast, and nothing I do seems to be
keeping it up.

Finally giving in to Jada, I let her pull me out the back door into
the alley.

Pressing my hands against the wall, I lower my head. Her hands
rub small soft circles over my back. Something inside of me
wants to snap, it needs it. I haven’t felt like this in such a long
time, it scares me.

“I want to kill someone.” Her hands press into me harder.

 

“I know.” Her voice is soft as she whispers near my ear.

“No you don’t. Jada, I haven’t felt like this since you’ve been
back. Before, I just killed for the fuck of it. It soothed me to
watch a motherfucker die. I don’t know what I’m doin’
anymore. I don’t know who the fuck I am.” Jada climbs under
my arms gripping my face in her hands, forcing me to look at
her.

“You’re a leader Creed. If you aren’t strong enough for this, they
won’t be either. They look up to you, respect you. They look to
you for strength. You are you. You’ve always been you, Creed.”
Looking her in the eyes, I don’t know how she sees that in me.
Not anymore.

“I’ve lost that right, Jada. I don’t think I can lead these guys
anymore.”
Chapter 49

 

Ryker

 

The shop smells of oil. I sit in the back of it with my knees pulled
up to my chest, my face buried in my hands.

Life has always had a way of kicking my ass. Memories rush me
as I try to block them out. Nothing works though, nothing takes
the pain away.

Hearing noises, I don’t bother to look up. I don’t care who it is. If
it’s Rit or his boys, then let them take me. I’ve given up. There’s
a hollow spot inside of me where my heart used to be.

“I’ve been looking for you.” Jersey’s voice flows through me, but
I don’t look up at her. I was supposed to be the man here. The
one that took care of her, protected her, and now all that has
slipped between my fingers too.
“Creed lost it over at Angel’s.” I still don’t look up. I just let out a
grunt. I’m sure
he did
. He was on the edge just like the rest of
us. Hell, I’m not far from that shit myself.

“Ryker, talk to me.” The sadness in her voice hurts me. My chest
constricts as all the air is sucked from my lungs. I want nothing
more than to be ok with her, for her.

“I don’t know what to say Jersey.” I can feel her sliding down the
wall next to me before her arm wraps around my shoulder.

 

“I don’t either. Torch wouldn’t want you guys like this though.”
My head snaps up as my eyes lock with hers.

 

“What the fuck do you know about what Torch would want?” I
know I sound harsh, but it’s true.

“I know he wouldn’t want you sitting around like this. I know
how much he loved you guys.” Pushing myself up, I stand
looking down at her. All my nerves firing off in unison.

“You don’t know shit! He died because of me!” Jersey jumps up
off the floor pushing me in the chest. Her hands on me ignite a
fire that I’m not sure how to handle.

“No Ryker! He died for you, not because of you!” Grabbing her
by the shoulders, I shove her against the wall. Her eyes widen
before she sucks in a breath.
“You don’t have the fuckin’ right to say that shit to me Jersey!
What the fuck is wrong with you?” Screaming in her face, I grip
her shoulders tighter. Fear is etched across that beautiful face
of hers. I hate seeing that on her.

“I have every right Ryker! You guys have walked around like
fucking zombies for days! None of you are handling business.
None of you are being men!” Jersey snaps, screaming back into
my face. Her rage isn’t unwarranted either. She speaks nothing
but the truth right now.

None of us have been ourselves and it’s hurting this club,
hurting the ones we love.

 

“I’m not a man? Is that what you think?” Pressing my body into
hers, I wait for her to answer.

“No Ryker. I think us women are being the men for you. We
have taken over your roles.” The look on her face sends jolts
throughout my body. She’s not mad, she’s pissed, and she’s
right.

We’ve let ourselves go until they had to pick up our pieces.
What kind of men does that make us?

 

Letting go of her shoulders, I wrap my hand around her neck,
squeezing slightly.

“You want me to show you what kind of man I am?” Leaning in
close to her ear, I can feel her little body shiver.
“You don’t have it in you.” She growls at me. Pulling back, I look
in her eyes before sliding my hand between her legs. This little
skirt leaves little to the imagination.

I can feel just how wet she is right now.

“Try me.” My words leave my lips before her lips slam frantically
into mine. Tasting her, touching her, it all ignites a fire in me.
Reaching between us, I undo my jeans letting them fall to the
floor before I lift her, pinning her against the wall.

Teasing her entrance with my dick, I suck the side of her neck.

“Tell me again that I don’t have it in me.” Biting her neck, she
screams. Yeah, that’s what I thought. I slam her little body down
on my dick as I rock my hips into her. Thrusting into her with
everything I have in me, feels so good.

My stomach trembles when I feel her nails on my skin. Rolling
my hips, I lean back and take in her beauty. Her breasts bounce
the harder I slam into her.

Her eyes sparkle as they lock with mine. I know I haven’t been
the man I need to be, but that changes, and it changes now. If I
have to take over the roll as President for Creed, I will fucking
do it. This club needs to get its shit together before there isn’t a
club left.