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
Authors: Selene Chardou
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CVO Road Glide Ultra. Usually, he only used it for long hauls when I accompanied him. However, his flashy black CVO Street Glide was still being worked on by one of the Vegas charter’s mechanics due to issues, which had arisen at the last minute.
As he kicked the stand down and turned off the bike, his eyes were unreadable behind a pair of blacker-than-black Ray-Bans. In fact, he seemed beyond pissed off yet he hadn’t acted on his rage yet, and that was a particularly frightening part about the whole situation.
I felt bold as I strode to him. Hardy had a feeling it wouldn’t go well and my breakfast had been one bloody Mary too many. My head swam a bit but in a good way. I wasn’t too drunk I would slur my words but that was no longer my main concern as he ripped off his sunglasses and grabbed me by one of my arms. His grip was forceful though not rough but my nerves were shot to shit.
Had Eve finally told him the truth?
Did he know about Fernando and me?
Our fucked up relationship and how I hadn’t disclosed it to him though he’d kept absolutely no secrets from me. I knew everything about Ronan—he was an open book. Yet parts of my life remained closed off and verboten to even ask about let alone discuss with him.
It was only a matter of time before everything came out but what could I say? I didn’t want to ruin what we had with the awful truth.
Ronan had tried for so long to get with me before I let him in and yet, he thought it was for all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t because of who he was or the MC he belonged to—actually, I didn’t care about any of that shit. I was scared my past would come back to bite me on the ass in a big way and if the glint in his cold violet-blue eyes and the way he manhandled me was any indication, I’d been too right.
God how I wished for once I was wrong.
Why hadn’t I listened to my first mind when it told me we could never work out simply because I didn’t have the capacity to tell him the honest to goodness truth about me? How would a relationship ever flourish based on trust and honesty when I’d never heeded either one of those principles as far as we were concerned?
I hated myself right now because protecting my own ass had been more important than my man and the club. I was a disgrace and once Ronan forced the truth from me, he would deplore me just as much—if not more. I’d knowingly lied to him and damned the consequences because there was always the next day and the next. I’d delayed the truth for as long as I could and now my time had run out.
Time to shit or get off the pot.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on and why you’re manhandling me?” I questioned though there wasn’t a trace of anger or fear in my words.
Ronan whipped me around to face him and my footing faltered though he caught me before I could fall to the ground. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you. It isn’t your fuckin’ fault Ms. Fancy-Foot-Up-Her-Ass FBI Agent won’t give us shit to go on. We’re goin’ into this meeting blind, babe, and that shit scares the ever-loving crap out of me. How can I protect you when I don’t know what to protect you from or who exactly?”
“Wait,” I began as my mind raced with scenarios and all of them involved a cryptic Eve telling Ronan he would have to ask me what was going on.
The guy wasn’t asinine by any stretch of the imagination and although he might have been a biker and one of the crudest people in the world at times, there was a reason why he was Hardy’s second-in-command. He could have been a Fed himself. He knew how to be subtle and non-threatening when he had to be—right before he went in for the kill.
Most of his brothers never saw that side of him but both Hardy and I’d seen plenty. Ronan had begun questioning me and although I was DEA, it’d gone right over my head it was me who was in the hot seat at the moment—not him.
“Eve told you nothing.” It was a statement, not a question;
As he kicked the stand down and turned off the bike, his eyes were unreadable behind a pair of blacker-than-black Ray-Bans. In fact, he seemed beyond pissed off yet he hadn’t acted on his rage yet, and that was a particularly frightening part about the whole situation.
I felt bold as I strode to him. Hardy had a feeling it wouldn’t go well and my breakfast had been one bloody Mary too many. My head swam a bit but in a good way. I wasn’t too drunk I would slur my words but that was no longer my main concern as he ripped off his sunglasses and grabbed me by one of my arms. His grip was forceful though not rough but my nerves were shot to shit.
Had Eve finally told him the truth?
Did he know about Fernando and me?
Our fucked up relationship and how I hadn’t disclosed it to him though he’d kept absolutely no secrets from me. I knew everything about Ronan—he was an open book. Yet parts of my life remained closed off and verboten to even ask about let alone discuss with him.
It was only a matter of time before everything came out but what could I say? I didn’t want to ruin what we had with the awful truth.
Ronan had tried for so long to get with me before I let him in and yet, he thought it was for all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t because of who he was or the MC he belonged to—actually, I didn’t care about any of that shit. I was scared my past would come back to bite me on the ass in a big way and if the glint in his cold violet-blue eyes and the way he manhandled me was any indication, I’d been too right.
God how I wished for once I was wrong.
Why hadn’t I listened to my first mind when it told me we could never work out simply because I didn’t have the capacity to tell him the honest to goodness truth about me? How would a relationship ever flourish based on trust and honesty when I’d never heeded either one of those principles as far as we were concerned?
I hated myself right now because protecting my own ass had been more important than my man and the club. I was a disgrace and once Ronan forced the truth from me, he would deplore me just as much—if not more. I’d knowingly lied to him and damned the consequences because there was always the next day and the next. I’d delayed the truth for as long as I could and now my time had run out.
Time to shit or get off the pot.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on and why you’re manhandling me?” I questioned though there wasn’t a trace of anger or fear in my words.
Ronan whipped me around to face him and my footing faltered though he caught me before I could fall to the ground. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you. It isn’t your fuckin’ fault Ms. Fancy-Foot-Up-Her-Ass FBI Agent won’t give us shit to go on. We’re goin’ into this meeting blind, babe, and that shit scares the ever-loving crap out of me. How can I protect you when I don’t know what to protect you from or who exactly?”
“Wait,” I began as my mind raced with scenarios and all of them involved a cryptic Eve telling Ronan he would have to ask me what was going on.
The guy wasn’t asinine by any stretch of the imagination and although he might have been a biker and one of the crudest people in the world at times, there was a reason why he was Hardy’s second-in-command. He could have been a Fed himself. He knew how to be subtle and non-threatening when he had to be—right before he went in for the kill.
Most of his brothers never saw that side of him but both Hardy and I’d seen plenty. Ronan had begun questioning me and although I was DEA, it’d gone right over my head it was me who was in the hot seat at the moment—not him.
“Eve told you nothing.” It was a statement, not a question;
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