Free Final Ride Fallen Angel's MC 4 by Erin Trejo

tone in his
voice just works my nerves over. I feel like Ryker right now.
“Mayberry huh?” Chuckling, I look over at Ryker as he speaks.
He clearly isn’t amused by what’s happening in front of him.
    “Get your ass back on that motherfuckin’ bike, and leave. I don’t
want a war on this end, but you are pushin’ your fuckin’ luck
with me. I don’t want to keep remindin’ you.” I’m damn near
screaming. I’m trying to control the rage that boils up in me. I’m
losing it. We have been doing so well around here, and this one
motherfucker wants to ruin it all.
    “This ain’t done Creed. You want to be Fallen Angel’s; I can
make that happen.” Growling, he walks backward climbing back
on his bike.
Ryker and I watch as they rev up the bikes and leave. Shit is
getting close to home again.
    “GODDAMN IT!” Ryker screams into the air. He’s pissed. He
wants them, and now they are threatening us. This isn’t going to
end well.
“Let’s get these cameras done. We need to talk.” With a quick
nod, we get back to work.
     
Chapter 23
     
Ryker
    “I want them dead. Every one of them motherfuckers. I don’t
care if I have to take them all myself.” Slamming my hands
down on the table, I’m pissed. I want these assholes dead, once
and for all.
“We ain’t wagin’ a war.” Creed hollers above us all. He might
not want to, but I sure as hell will.
    “He threatened us! What the fuck, Creed!” Shoving myself up, I
glare at him. My body is tense, every muscle corded tightly.
Between this shit and Jersey, I may just lose my fucking mind.
    “Sit the fuck down! We’re goin’ to get them, just not now! We
need to plan this shit out! We ain’t goin’ in there blind. We’ve
lost enough good guys to this shit!” The room grows quiet as I
let that sink in. He’s right, but I don’t know how to control what
I feel.
Dropping back into the chair, I light up a cigarette. Something
has to calm the way I feel right now.
    “We take our goddamn trip to the lake. We come back fresh,
and ready to handle this shit, yeah? We’ve got Spawns comin’
out too. We can get shit talked over.” Creed slams the gavel
down, but my body vibrates with rage. I can’t control it. I don’t
know how to stop it.
    Standing up, the chair slams to floor with a thud before I stalk
out of the room. I need to be away from everyone right now.
With the way I feel, there is no telling what I might do.
Stomping past everyone and straight toward my room, I slam
the door as soon as I’m inside.
     
Jersey damn near leaps off the bed, I scared the shit out of her.
    “Why don’t you go check on Ansley, or help the girls?” Dragging
my shirt over my head I drop to the floor and start doing some
push-ups. I need to work off this pent up energy.
“What’s wrong?” I don’t answer her as I push myself harder and
faster. The feeling of exploding is overwhelming me.
    “Ryker.” Pushing myself up until I’m standing, I look over at her.
“Look. I’ve had a shitty couple of days. If I tell you to take a walk,
do it!” Grinding out the words between my teeth, she jolts
slightly. I’ve never talked to her like this before. This is fucking
great. I can’t control my attitude either, and now I’m scaring the
shit out of her.
    Moving toward the wall, I press my hands against it as I hang my
head. So many things run wild in there. So many things I can’t
control.
    Jersey ducks under my arms before her hands run up my sweaty
chest and around my neck. Her head tilts up and her lips find
mine. Slowly, and gently, she kisses me. I don’t kiss her back
though. I can’t move.
    As if her lips are magic, my dick springs to life. The need to own
this girl consumes me. It eats away at everything else that swirls
around with the demons in my head.
Grabbing her roughly, I pull her body against mine.
     
“You don’t know what you’re askin’ for right now.” With my
hands digging into her skin, she shakes her