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 B

again?” Talia shook her head. “She hates it, Ronan. I know Naomi and there’s only one man she would ever give herself to and that’s you. Being with him . . . what he’s forcing her to do . . . it’s tearing her apart. She isn’t cheating on you if that’s what you think—unless you consider rape cheating on a partner. She misses you so much and every time he claims her body, a small piece of her dies inside.
    “She’s under the mistaken impression you’ll hate her when you do get her back. You won’t want her and you’ll think she’s damaged goods. A cold, harsh look in those gorgeous eyes of yours is more terrifying than anything Fernando could ever do to her. She blocks him out—numbs herself to the situation and her only solace is when everything is said and done, and when all of this is over, you’ll still love her the way you did before . . .”
    “There is no fuckin’ before , Talia. Of course I’ll love her. I still fucking do. So much that my heart aches right now. I’m drunk as fuck but I won’t sleep until I fuckin’ pass out and when I wake up, it’s rinse and repeat. I can’t go a day without her sober . . . it hurts too much and for a man like me to admit that is crazy. I sound like a fuckin’ cryin ’ ass, weak little bitch but there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her—absolutely nothin’.”
    “I know.” She grabbed his free hand with both of hers and squeezed softly. “When she comes back, just be there for her, all right? Don’t get angry at the situation, don’t ever allow her to see how much pain you’re in. She feels guilty enough—like all of this is her fault. Don’t make her healing process worse than it will already be, all right?”
    Ronan nodded as Hardy burst into the kitchen.
    “We gotta go, brother. Chapel is in less than an hour and we gotta make it across this Valley.”
    Ronan stood, grabbed his cut and nodded slightly at Talia before he left with Hardy.

     

     

     
    “I don’t know what the fook is goin’ on in Vegas but I just wanna make it clear to all of youse there’s to be no retaliation in regards to the whole ‘Naomi situation.’ You said it yourself—she went with him out of her own free will.”
    Ronan lit a cigarette and tried not to reach across the table and throw the speakerphone against the wall, smashing it to bits.
    Here was Dizzy, his own fucking father, telling him he had no rights to go after Fernando at all. All because some fuckin’ gash in a suit he happened to be in love with said so.
    Fuck Eve Kerrigan and fuck the motherfuckin’ FBI.
    He didn’t give a shit about their RICO case. When had Fernando become Mr. Untouchable?
    “Dad, the only reason why Naomi went with him was because Fernando had ordered his men to murder Hardy if she didn’t,” Ronan bit out as he exhaled. “They would have taken her regardless. Would you be so fuckin’ blasé about the situation if your brother was layin ’ on a slab?”
    “Listen, you mouthy little shit—Naomi knows Fernando, it’s not like he’s a stranger. He’s not doin’ nothin’ to her she hasn’t done with him before— willingly , I might add. That doesn’t make her a whore or a cheater . . . she’s just doin’ what she needs to do to get out of a bad situation.
    “You need to stow that fookin’ temper of yers ,” Dizzy continued. “You don’t like it your old lady is gettin’ plugged by another guy against her will? Tough fookin’ luck. It’s life! The life we chose when we decided to do business with animals, sick fookin twists and men with no fookin’ honor or code.”
    Ronan closed his eyes and tried not too think too much about what his father was saying though he knew he was telling the truth.
    Naomi had known it too.
    Unfortunately, he wasn’t interested in the shoulda , coulda , wouldas —he wanted answers right now and his father was being either too stubborn or too dense to comprehend the gravity of the tone in his voice. He wasn’t