Ryder: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel Rae Lake (motivational novels .txt) 📖

around for a little while.” She sauntered over towards the wall and leaned against it. A small smile playing on her lips. She was flirting with me. I had never wanted to wring a woman’s neck more in my life. Everything about Cherry revolved around sex, I used to love that about her but now she just disgusted me.

“Cherry, what the fuck do you think you are doing here? You ain’t good for shit, you have no use besides a quick fuck and in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t think I’ll be doing that any longer. So if you don’t mind flaunt that worn out pussy somewhere else.” I laid back in the bed and closed my eyes.

“Fuck you, Ryder, I know you’re going through a lot of shit at the moment but you don’t need to fucking talk to me that way.”

I let my hands fall down to the bed hard. “Until they announce otherwise, I’m still a patched member of this club and you are nothing but a biker slut. I can and will talk to you any way I fucking please, do everyone a fucking favor and get your raggedy-ass out of my motherfucking space.” I turned my head to glare at her.

She was crying, silently but still crying.

Of course, she was. Instead of making me feel bad it only pissed me off more. “Please step the fuck off with that shit Cherry. I don’t have time for your emotions.”

“Ryder, I have never in my life felt as low as you are making me feel right now. Part of me is pissed off that I even let you but the other part is just so disappointed in you. This isn’t you; you know it and so do I. You want me gone? Do you want to push everyone who cares about you away? You want to lie in this bed and waste away like a little bitch so be it, you don’t have to worry about this club slut giving two shits about you anymore. Congratulations prick.” She turned on her heel and walked out slamming the door.

I didn’t want the words she was saying to matter to me but deep down they did, there was nothing that I could do to change it though. I would never be the same, I would never be the man that she knew before.

*BOOM*

My eyes popped open and my heart began galloping in my chest like I was being chased by a million enemies. Another loud explosion sounded outside my door and I looked around my bed for my gun.

Villanuevas was back.

No, we killed him.

I shook my head, trying to let logic override the fear that we were once again being attacked. Once you have survived a war with a drug cartel anything can trigger bad memories. I heard more explosions and I could hear Wire yelling out commands.

“Get him the fuck out of the car and get the fire extinguisher.”

I heard footfalls but no gunshots or anything like that but I knew something was going on. I turned to get out of bed but I had forgotten one simple fucking fact.

I couldn’t fucking walk.

I landed on the floor hard and awkwardly. I looked down at my foot and could see that it was at an awkward angle, I waited for the pain to come but I felt nothing. I felt nothing but rage.

“Motherfucker!” I yelled out and swiped at the small night table breaking it to pieces. I felt useless. I was a grown man and I just fell out of bed and couldn’t get up.

I used my upper body to turn myself around but even that had me feeling like I had just run uphill. Cherry was right, I really was just wasting away. I reached up and tried to use the bed to pull myself back up but I couldn’t get enough of a grip to lift up. I fell back down again and tried to do a situp but it felt like everything from my belly button down was non-existent. I tried over and over again but no matter what I did, I couldn’t get up. The guys were outside yelling and I was stuck on the floor. I didn’t want to call for help but at this point, I had no choice.

“Charity!” I called out, her name like boiling acid on my tongue.

The door burst open and she came running through. I saw the panic on her face as she searched the bed for me and then an angry mask covered her features as she found me on the floor.

“Don’t just fucking stand there, get over here and help me.”

She walked over to me and bent down to where I was laying on the floor.

“You would think for someone who is stuck on the fucking floor you would be nicer to the person who is supposed to help you.” She put her arms underneath mine, getting ready to haul me up to the bed. There was no way that she was going to be able to. She was just a little thing, standing up she barely made it to my chin, now I was expecting her to lift my dead weight off the floor. After the second attempt, I shrugged her off. “Get the hell off of me! What fucking good are you?”

“You are such a fucking prick, do you want the help or not?”

“You can’t do it; it doesn’t matter what I want. Just leave me here on the floor.” I fell back down on the floor trying to figure out how I was going to get the fuck off the floor without having to call the boys.

I could sense Cherry walking around to the other side of the bed but I didn’t open my eyes to watch what she was doing. I just wanted her to go away.

“What the fuck?” I moved my hand away from the bed that was slowly moving down next to me.

When the fuck did I