abandon my post and go listen at the door like I used to when my parents were fightin’. Of course I had to, needed to know my Ma and brothers were gonna survive my father’s rage.
Before I have a chance to contemplate my next move, the door flies open and Prez gives me a look that says ‘don’t fuckin’ ask’, follow me and let’s ride. So once again like the dutiful soldier I am, I follow close behind on their heels. Lord forbid they let me do my job and go ahead of them. I swear they do this shit just to get us pissed. Our job is to protect them at all costs, includin’ our own lives. Unfortunately, they see it differently, they see it as if they’re the leaders of the club and it’s their duty to keep us safe. Fools don’t realize we need them, all of us. Their blood family and their made family. They are us. We wouldn’t be the club we are today if they’d not formed the Rage Ryders and took in all of us wayward boys. Troubled and tortured, they took us all in and gave us the meanin’ of family. Somethin’ my folks never did for me and my brothers.
~~*~~*~~*~~
Chapter 14
~ Joey
I hope I’ve done the right thing telling them what they’d asked for. Going up against the man is not only dangerous—it’s a damn death sentence. It’s bad enough their enforcer Tic is on the radar. He despises Tic for claiming Kori and him not being able to use her as a bargaining chip for his debt to the Columbian mob. See, everyone thinks he’s untouchable. He’s not, there’s going to be a bloodbath soon. It’s going to soak our town in red, blood red. Unfortunately for my friends, men I’ve known my whole life. They’re fixing to find themselves deep in the middle of a shit storm. One I pray every single one of them makes it out alive for at the end of the day.
But with Kori no longer an option for settling this debt, the club having Tic’s back, means they’re all in more danger than even I can understand. I didn’t want to keep them in the dark, I just wanted to make sure everything I’ve heard is correct. I hope to God they go on the offense and don’t wait to be on the defensive end of this. I’ve tried getting in touch with my contact in the Columbian mob, I finally spoke to her right before the guys showed up. She’s going to see if she can whisper in her lover’s ear that they should back the guys. See, Kendra is the mistress of the head honcho. He’s either deeply in love with her or just plain out obsessed with her. Mancito’s family forced him into a marriage to bind the two biggest families into an unbreakable ally. Mancito married who his family forced him to. But he kept his lifelong sweetheart right there in the same home. Sharing a bed with her more than with his own wife.
Which from what I understand is perfectly fine with his wife Valentina. She too has her own lover in the home. They put on a good face for the organization, they’ve even become the best of friends. Neither of them being in love with the other, they came to an understanding. Neither willing to cheat on their side pieces, they’ve done in-vitro for the three children they share. I know, to the outside word that’s one fucked up situation but it works for them and keeps them both happy. You don’t want to get on the bad side of either one of them. They are both ruthless people when you get on their bad side or fuck with their children, or hell, even each other.
Kendra and I spent a lot of summers together when she’d come visit her grandparents and Aunts. I knew all about Mancito and Valentina’s arrangements, from her mouth to my ears. I’ve always kept my ears open, never knowing what I could hear that would keep me safe as well as those around me who I care for. I’ve also met Mancito, we hit it off, thank God. But I don’t have the kind of relationship with him that could keep King and
Before I have a chance to contemplate my next move, the door flies open and Prez gives me a look that says ‘don’t fuckin’ ask’, follow me and let’s ride. So once again like the dutiful soldier I am, I follow close behind on their heels. Lord forbid they let me do my job and go ahead of them. I swear they do this shit just to get us pissed. Our job is to protect them at all costs, includin’ our own lives. Unfortunately, they see it differently, they see it as if they’re the leaders of the club and it’s their duty to keep us safe. Fools don’t realize we need them, all of us. Their blood family and their made family. They are us. We wouldn’t be the club we are today if they’d not formed the Rage Ryders and took in all of us wayward boys. Troubled and tortured, they took us all in and gave us the meanin’ of family. Somethin’ my folks never did for me and my brothers.
~~*~~*~~*~~
Chapter 14
~ Joey
I hope I’ve done the right thing telling them what they’d asked for. Going up against the man is not only dangerous—it’s a damn death sentence. It’s bad enough their enforcer Tic is on the radar. He despises Tic for claiming Kori and him not being able to use her as a bargaining chip for his debt to the Columbian mob. See, everyone thinks he’s untouchable. He’s not, there’s going to be a bloodbath soon. It’s going to soak our town in red, blood red. Unfortunately for my friends, men I’ve known my whole life. They’re fixing to find themselves deep in the middle of a shit storm. One I pray every single one of them makes it out alive for at the end of the day.
But with Kori no longer an option for settling this debt, the club having Tic’s back, means they’re all in more danger than even I can understand. I didn’t want to keep them in the dark, I just wanted to make sure everything I’ve heard is correct. I hope to God they go on the offense and don’t wait to be on the defensive end of this. I’ve tried getting in touch with my contact in the Columbian mob, I finally spoke to her right before the guys showed up. She’s going to see if she can whisper in her lover’s ear that they should back the guys. See, Kendra is the mistress of the head honcho. He’s either deeply in love with her or just plain out obsessed with her. Mancito’s family forced him into a marriage to bind the two biggest families into an unbreakable ally. Mancito married who his family forced him to. But he kept his lifelong sweetheart right there in the same home. Sharing a bed with her more than with his own wife.
Which from what I understand is perfectly fine with his wife Valentina. She too has her own lover in the home. They put on a good face for the organization, they’ve even become the best of friends. Neither of them being in love with the other, they came to an understanding. Neither willing to cheat on their side pieces, they’ve done in-vitro for the three children they share. I know, to the outside word that’s one fucked up situation but it works for them and keeps them both happy. You don’t want to get on the bad side of either one of them. They are both ruthless people when you get on their bad side or fuck with their children, or hell, even each other.
Kendra and I spent a lot of summers together when she’d come visit her grandparents and Aunts. I knew all about Mancito and Valentina’s arrangements, from her mouth to my ears. I’ve always kept my ears open, never knowing what I could hear that would keep me safe as well as those around me who I care for. I’ve also met Mancito, we hit it off, thank God. But I don’t have the kind of relationship with him that could keep King and
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