Ryker Fallen Angel's MC 3 by Erin Trejo

is a menacing one. I think the motherfucker is actually having a good God damn time tonight.
    “Got it VP.” Torch turns to walk back towards the bikes when I stop Tank.
    “Hey VP. Thanks brother.” Tank shoots me a grin before pulling his hoodie off.
    “No thanks around here. We’re family. We took care of family business. Get her the fuck home.” Nodding towards Jersey, I smile as I turn around.
    I walk up the hill quickly dragging Jersey along. We don’t have time for anything else. Once that car goes up in flames there will be about twenty Dust's flying the fuck up here.
    Stopping at my bike I stuff the guns back in the saddle bag before grabbing my helmet. I turn to Jersey to stick it on her head when she looks up at me.
    “You came back.” Her words sting my heart. She didn’t think I was coming back for her. I can see it in her eyes.
    “I told you I would.” Her eyes fill with tears as I start to slide the helmet on her head. Jersey looks down before I can do it.
    “I didn’t lose it.” Holding her hand out to me, I look down and see my name patch in her palm. Reaching for her open hand I close mine around it.
    “Hold onto that a little longer, sweetheart.” Her eyes jerk to mine as a small sad smile tugs at her lips. Damn this girl is melting my cold dead heart right now.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 16
    I drive us down the road as I watch out behind me. I heard the explosion of the limo that Tank and Joey lit up which means so did the Dust s’ . I’m far enough away that they shouldn’t be a threat to me but Tank and Joey are behind us.
    Jersey’s hands tighten around my waist as my dick throbs in my jeans. If that motherfucker doesn’t calm down, I’m going to fucking blow before we ever make it back to the clubhouse.
    My body’s on high alert just like my mind. This wasn’t the way we had things planned out. We were supposed to scout the area not pull a grab and go. I guess the universe thought otherwise. I can’t say that I mind though. I did get Jersey out and I got to kill some assholes in the process.
    Pulling up to the gates I can see a few guys at the edge with their guns in hand. Creed is all about safety when it comes to this club. We may take some shitty ass runs but when it comes down to it, this has to be one of the safest clubs to be in.
    The gates open and I drive up the long driveway as Jersey tightens her grip. I’m sure this girl is scared shitless right now and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. This is the hell that I warned her about.
    Parking my bike, I climb off then help Jersey off. I unsnap the helmet and pull it off of her head watching that long silky hair as it cascades around her shoulders. My heart flops around in my chest and my stomach knots up. Here we go again with this shit.
    “You ok?” She nods her head as I grab my cut out of the saddlebag and slide it back on.
    “Let’s get inside.” Jersey nods but doesn’t say anything else as we make our way towards the door. Before I can even get us over there, Creed comes flying out.
    “You good brother?” His eyes are wild with something I’m not sure about. It could be the fact that I blew the fucking plan to hell or that Tank isn’t back yet. It’s really hard to read Creed when he’s like this.
    “I’m ok. Sorry brother.” Creed shakes his head as he looks from me to Jersey.
    “And you?” Glancing down at the girl by my side, she looks up at me. It’s almost like she needs to be reassured that it’s ok to speak. I give her a nod before she turns back to Creed.
    “I’m ok, I think.” Her little body shakes as Creed nods his head.
    “We got the Doc on the way in. He’ll check you over.” Jersey wraps her arms around herself before Creed takes a step towards us.
    “You remember when Cher was in shock? She looked as white as her.” Creed leans in closely to me so that Jersey doesn’t hear him.
    “I know brother.”
    “Get her inside. Tank and Joey