Free Taken by Sadistic: Rage Ryders MC by Liberty Parker Page A

let someone else help me? I can’t let anyone else take my Dad’s job away. I’d be betraying the trust and past I have with my father. Past. That word now describes my Daddy. I’ll always have to use him in past tense now. Fuck, I feel like I’m losing my mind! Am I really falling to the ground? I can’t feel any piece of my anatomy. If it wasn’t for Ryder, I wouldn’t have even been able to get dressed this morning.
     
    Kid: I’m in disbelief, I never thought that a simple ride to check in with an informant would lead to my Pa bein’ dead on the side of the road. I won’t be able to get the scene out of my head, watchin’ as he struggled to keep the bike under control and losin’ the battle. Bikes are strong and you have’ta be extremely lucky to gain that control back once it’s taken from ya. We haven’t had a chance to go over the bike ourselves. It was taken into police custody immediately. We did find out however that Pa had a massive heart attack durin’ his struggle, eventually leadin’ to his death. Life is never goin’ to be the same for my sis and me.
     
    Not only do we have’ta deal with the loss of our mentor and one of our best friends, but we have’ta now worry about Ma. I’m not terribly surprised at her mental breakdown she had, if anythin’ like that was to ever happen to Riley, I’d never make it on this side of life without her. She’s my everything. We’ve only been back from our honeymoon for a day and I already have’ta say goodbye to one of the best men I’ve ever had the privilege to know.
     
    I will mourn my Pa, pray the doc can bring Ma back to all of us. My mind’s been on revenge and formin’ a plan to take the S.O.B. out who put Pa to ground. Cause believe you me, its happenin’. Sooner rather than later. I know I won’t have’ta ask my brothers for help. It’s a given, the look on every single brother here’s face - Rage Ryder or not will be seekin’ retribution. My only term will be that every single person involved is taken down in the process. And I want them to have a very slow, painful death. I want my Pa to be the last thing on their minds as they look the reaper in his face.
     
    Kori: I’m putting together a mental list of every security code I can remember leading inside of my childhood home. A house full of terror and abuse. A house that holds the man’s bed who’s slept soundly and pleased with himself for ruining our lives. You see, my father is my worst enemy, and I will gladly hand his head over on a silver platter for not only my man, but for every single person here in this chapel. I just hope that I can look him in his face before he dies and let him know that he may have started the battle, but winning the war will never be his outcome.
     
    I want to for once see fear in that man’s eyes. I know technically I won’t be allowed there when retribution for King’s murder is played out, but I will be asking for a skype meeting with him before the deed is done. I would love it more though if I could witness the life drain from his body, and remind him personally of the reasons he’s being taken out.
     
    The reasons his life is nothing but a stain on humanity, and that I was the one who helped end his pathetic excuse of taking up his own waste of space in this life. Let him know that not only is he dying because of my daughter and myself. But also for King and my mother. A mother he viciously took away from me, from his mouth to my ears. I hope he burns in Hell and the Devil himself makes him his personal bitch. Now that’s an image I’d love to fall asleep with. He deserves nothing better in the afterlife.
     
    Tic: I’m not sure if any of us paid any attention to the minister performin’ King’s service. I can not only see the wheels turnin’ in my brother’s heads, but also the women. Every single one of us is ready for this blow to take a back seat and realize how short life is and it needs to be celebrated and protected.