Lady Riders Book One
By Harley McRide
“Dammit. She’s trouble, but I gotta say even though I fucking hate to admit it, she is the good kind of trouble. I’ve always known it. Case in point, that bullshit we just heard, she is gonna need us at her back.” Knight went back to tattooing, his attitude worse than normal. It pissed him off knowing Rain would never have thought to confide in him.
“Yeah. Seems to me she’s the right kind of trouble. Damn that ass…” Charro said and Knight paused for a second, an idea was beginning to form but Charro just didn’t know yet.
“Pain in the ass. Fuckin’ huge. We need to cut her loose before she brings this shitstorm down on us.” Knight saw Kink walk up.
“What the fuck? She fucked up, but seriously are you going to sit there telling me you haven’t ever fucked up? Gotta get her the fuck out, and figure out what the hell we’re gonna do about this shit. The chick before was a selfish bitch, she admitted it, but that isn’t who she is now. You and I both know it. The others, yeah, we may need to do some convincing ‘cause the crap we have been dealing with is fresh,” Kink said and looked at the ceiling. “Some of the guys don’t even want the Lady Riders to even exist, they are just humoring them, but I have seen them in action, all of them, and they are mean as fuck and can handle a lot of crap,” Kink said to the two men and both were silent trying to think about what they’d just heard.
Knight wasn’t sure how the fuck he felt, Rain was a pain in the ass, but Charro was right, he could feel it, one man wasn’t going to handle her alone. To be truthful, he didn’t want to, he had already come to terms with the fact he liked ménages, but had never found anyone he would be willing to share a woman with. But as he sat and thought about it, Charro was a man he trusted, someone he knew would always have his back, he had proved it. They just needed to see if they could deal with it, and it wasn’t a conversation to have with him in front of Kink.
“Don’t you think that’s a little hard? You told her it wasn’t her fault,” Charro, the pathetic bastard, spoke. Knight shook his head but continued shading in the skull on Charro’s forearm.
“She was a spoiled rich bitch, but she kept that shit from the club, it could go either way, man. Got herself in a bind, and instead of trusting us to help her, she kept quiet, the guys won’t be happy with that shit. Hell, it’s a wonder Shady didn’t slit her throat right there and then today. She’s gone from the clubhouse until we can figure this shit out. Knight, since you are here and decided to stay, you need to know she will be here too. If that is going to be a problem, man, tell me now. If not, I need your help.”
“Hold up, that shit goes to vote, Kink.” Knight had stopped, and for some reason spoke up, “We are going to have to move real fast to get that stopped.”
“Yeah, I know, that is why I need your ass to step up. Jesus, do you think you can think with your big head and not your little one for three seconds?” Kink’s pissy attitude had Knight and Charro bowing up. Charro was pissed too about the whole situation and Kink didn’t have the energy or time to wonder why.
“Fuck this, when you make up your mind let me the fuck know.” Kink took off to the back, mumbling and cussing. He didn’t want her tossed out, shit it was gonna suck going in by himself with this shit. The Ladies should have her back, by the sounds of it though they didn’t. As fucked up as it was, it was a test to see how they’d handle the hierarchy of managing a club, the guys would be watching. If they united and stood for her, then maybe they had their shit together. If not, their club would be the next to be sent packing. He knew Creed and Fork, they would use this as a test, hell, they might even seriously want Rain out, but either way, he was going to do his best to make sure that didn’t happen.