Free Ride To Vengeance (A Rough Riders MC Novel #3): A Rough Riders MC Novel #3 (The Rough Riders MC Series) by Selene Chardou Page A

longer mine.
    It was time to pay the piper and I would do that lest I wanted to lose the only man I’d ever cared about and the only one besides my father who gave a damn about me.

     

 
    Chapter Five
     

     
    Ronan
     

     
    T he first few days were the hardest.
    With no word from Fernando and the Feds being of no help what-so-ever, Ronan was forced to cope on his own. Of course he had Hardy and Talia for moral support but what good were they when he didn’t no where the fuck Naomi was and what was happening to her?
    He kept telling himself he’d done what he had to do. They would have murdered Hardy if she hadn’t gone willingly and still would have taken her. She was right. He’d have to stew in his own self-loathing for not being able to protect his woman and concentrate on the fact that vengeance would eventually be taken in its own right.
    Unfortunately, he couldn’t do any of that sober.
    He was fucking useless as far as the club was concerned and no one bothered him—least of all Hardy—because he’d gone through the same experience in the past. His relationship with Talia had been far too difficult for him to handle at times. Now she was more or less his, he’d eased up on the booze and acted like the Prez everyone had grown to respect in the short time they’d run the Vegas chapter.
    Ronan sat at the opulent dining room table of their overpriced mansion in Lake Las Vegas and drank straight from a bottle Bushmills. Fuck Jack Daniels—he needed the comforts of something strong and Irish to dull the pain. Talia strode in and took a seat across from him. Her pale green eyes glared at him intensely, and while they were without judgment, her stare never wavered.
    “It’s hard, isn’t it? Betrayal, I mean,” she began in that husky voice of hers that could sing songs as beautifully as she could brutally. “Don’t think just because I put Hardy through the ringer I don’t know what’s goin’ on because I do. I dealt with it plenty of times when Jaden and I were together—hell, even before him, I’ve always had ‘boyfriend issues.’ That’s why it was that much more difficult for me to grasp how I could do it to him.”
    “No offense but I don’t need any pseudo, Dr. Phil dispensed advice. You don’t know anything about my situation. I’m a fucking Cox for fuck’s sake. We live hard, work hard, play hard and love harder. I should know—I grew up with an old man who was in love with a woman more than he loved my mother. That very bitch is now over the operation that has direct causation for me losin ’ my woman,” Ronan explained in a whiskey soaked voice before he swigged from the bottle again.
    “That’s not why you resent Eve and we both know it.” Talia cocked her head to the side and studied him. “You despise her because she provided your father with a son—someone Dizzy will always love and adore more than all his other children put together. If that cunt had done something like that to my family, I’d fuckin’ hate her too . . . Unfortunately, she’s my aunt so I love her with all my heart.”
    “Shit twice and motherfuckin’ die. When the fuck did this family get so motherfuckin’ incestuous? Are you tellin’ me that Trey is your cousin?”
    She nodded silently. “Yes, he is. My mother and Eve are sisters. Although she always will be Aunt Antoinette to me . . . and I’m related to the same man you can’t stand though he’s your half-brother. It’s a complicated situation, Ronan—”
    “Don’t give me that shit! I know how complicated everything is but none of this shit has a thing to do with Trey. It’s true—I can’t stand the bastard—but he’s my brother. Not just by blood but because of the club. We live and die together. I know he will always have my back ’cause I’ll always have his—no matter what happens. My issue is that sick fuck and what he’s doing to my old lady right now.”
    “Are you scared she’s enjoying it? Being back in his arms