Taken by Rage: Rage Ryders MC (2 page)

W
e finished what we were doing at the Shady Creepers Clubhouse and we were still unhappy with the inability to get a-hold of the girls. Why, oh why, are they always tryin to drive us crazy? Our thoughts shoulda been on taken care of this completely, but now I can't stop worryin about the girls and the clubhouse. I mean what the hell do they have a cell phone for if they aren't gonna answer the thing? Is it there to look pretty, a fashion

statement?

"Guess what? My Ol' man loves me so much he spent such and such amount on my phone. It’s the new trend and is so expensive."

Damn women! Answer your phone Riley! I look behind me to check on my brothers and it looks like they're ready to blow the house up in flames so it can take these motherfuckers to hell, so they can burn for eternity like the demons they are. Good that means we can get on the road and get home. I have this strange feelin in the pit of my stomach that just won't go away. I try to listen to my instincts when they're screamin at me like they are right now.

Ryder gives me a look that lets me know he's just as anxious as I am to get home. We've all tried calling the girls, and their phones are busy. Riley's goes straight to voice-mail which is odd for her. She keeps her phone on at all times and has never, not one time not answered one of my calls.

"Tumbler, Ryder, either one of you get a-hold of your Ol' ladies?"

"Fuck no"

"Hell no"

Were yelled out in unison. Yea, it's time to go. We have a clubhouse burning behind us, it has a good flame goin, so it isn't gonna go out, eliminating any evidence of us being here. We get on our bikes and start them. We follow our Prez and VP in our formation heading home. I look over and see Wasp and Ashton holding on to each other. I'm glad she's ok physically, mentally I can't say for sure.

We all heard what Prez and Wasp walked in on. I feel for that woman; she's had a very traumatic life. She's brave and strong and she passed those traits down to her daughters. I hope she and Wasp can finally get a break and finally have the chance they were meant to have twenty years ago.

We are almost to the clubhouse and the hairs on my arms are standing at attention. I have the heebie-jeebies’, but I can't pass the Prez in our formation so I signal Ghost letting him know I think we need to move it along at more than a casual speed. Ghost gave Prez the signal for us to pick up the pace and we went from a cruise along the highway to putting miles behind us in a matter of minutes.

Once we had those miles behind us it wasn't long before we made it to the road leading to the clubhouse and you could see it lit up from the entrance of our neighborhood. We never have that many lights on at one time. Not only was every light in the clubhouse on but so was all of the spotlights in the courtyard. The closer we got I knew my instincts had been correct, our lot was filled with cop cars and those LEO's had the scarce amount of women I could see spread out and looked to be questioning them.

The ladies look uncomfortable; they either have their arms crossed over their chest or protectively across their stomachs. Somewhere even shifting their feet from left to right and everyone one of them were shaking their heads no. Club women have had it drilled in them from day one, that they know nothing when it comes to the authorities. Our women make us proud, they have never let us down and doesn't look like they are now either. Only I notice my three main women who matter most to me are nowhere to be seen. Now that has me more than a little worried, it has me petrified.

Has someone kidnapped them again? I swear on my grandpa's grave if someone's taken Riley, I will fucking put them to ground after torturing them. Then I will get drunk and dance on their fucking unmarked graveside. Then I will take everyone who ever meant shit to them and let them join him in the pits of hell!

Once we pull up and get off our bikes I run up with the others while we try and figure out what happened. I search for my three girls, Riley, Sadie and Skylar and I can't find them anywhere. They are my family, my Ol' lady and sisters and my anger and stress is fixin to shoot out of control.

After what we just went through, I have to know where she is at all times! I run to find Tumbler to see if he's had any luck finding his Ol' lady Sadie or the other two. I see him runnin around and seems he's searchin as well.

"Tumbler, fuck I can't find Riley. Have you had any luck findin Sadie girl?"

"Fuck no Kid! I can't find Sadie, haven't seen Riley and Ryder can't find Sky either. Those damn fuckin assholes won't let us near the women to ask if they know where they are either. I'm fixing to kick their asses if they don't let me ask here soon."

"Fuck soon Tumbler, let's get Ryder and do it now! There at our motherfuckin house! I want to know where my girl is and I want to know NOW!"

We sprint around until we spot Ryder nose to nose with Detective Maddox and it doesn't look like a very friendly conversation. We walk up and hear Ryder as he says to our Detective 'friend'.

"I want you to cut the bullshit with me "
Detective
" and tell me where the fuck Sky is! I have walked this god damn club house and lot from top to bottom and I can't find her anywhere. And your fucking goon squad won't let me ask any of the ladies what the hell happened and where the fuck my fiancée' is.

If you don't want to find out the true meaning behind what an MC actually is capable of, I highly suggest you back the fuck off, and let me find out where my girl is!" Tumbler and I scream out at the same time.

"Us too!"

D
etective Maddox looked nervous as fuck, he's either gonna shit his pants or pass the fuck out. If he passes out, he best give us either the information we're after or he best give his followers permission to let us talk to the women and find out what the fuck happened here.

Ryder isn't known for patience as it is and now the good Detective is face to face with three very pissed

off men who have women missing, and will stop nothing short of murder to find out what has happened to them. And finding out how to get them back in our arms. He finally sighs and gives permission with a whistle and hand gesture to one of his men for one of the babes to come over and let us know where the women were.

"She can only tell you three where the women are, she cannot give you any further details at this time guys, I'm sorry. I will need to speak to your women as well cause none of these ladies are being very helpful, they all seem to have a case of memory loss when it comes to details and who it is exactly that attacked your clubhouse. Even as the Detective on the case there is only so much leeway I can give you guys here."

When Lips gets over to us she tells us that the girls are at the hospital, she of course has an escort over to us and can't let any other information slip out. Once we find out our girls are at the hospital, we start getting panicked and more pissed if that is even possible. We know they're all at the hospital, but we have no clue why.

Are all three of them hurt, or is it just one? Did they fall? Were they attacked? Did someone try and take them again? These are questions that kept flying through my head as I raced down the dirt road from our clubhouse, we had to go through the small town next to ours to get to the highway that leads to the hospital due to ongoing construction. Construction that I feel will never end, it's going on three years now. When we get on the ramp that leads to the highway, I open up my throttle and let my baby do

what she's meant to do, burn rubber and ride like the wind. Nothing was going to slow me down from getting my arms around my baby doll and feeling her heart beat, and feeling her breath on my neck.

It took us twenty-five minutes to make a forty-minute drive. We each pulled into the emergency parking lot and seeing only one space, our minds are synced from knowing each other so long and we made all three of the bikes fit into the one slot. We all jumped off our bikes and locked up our saddle bags, locked the girls up and sprinted across the parking lot and the three of us all tried to get through the lobby doors at the same time. It didn't work out to well for Tumbler, Ryder and I ended up rushing over him and he ended up on his ass behind us.

"Stupid motherfuckers! As soon as I know Sadie and the girls are all right I'm gonna kick your asses in this god damned parking lot!"

"Keep dreaming mother fucker! I'll let Ryder take care of this one, why you wanna fight over something so stupid is beyond me. Can't ya just get over it and let’s get in here and find out about our girls?"

Shaking his head yes at me we head through the lobby to the nurse behind the information desk, now not knowing which one was hurt, we started with one name at a time. Of course Ryder being the crabby motherfucker he is started first, but Sky's not in the system, then we asked about Sadie, she's not in the system.

FUCK!

That could only mean one thing. My Riley, my baby doll was the one here.

Once I caught my breath and calmed myself down I asked about Riley, the nurse said.

"Are you family of Riley? I can't give any information out about the patient unless your family, sir."

Oh, this is not gonna end well for this stupid bitch! NO-ONE keeps me from my Ol' lady and lives to breathe five minutes later.

"Ma'am, he's her fiancée' and I'm her sister's fiancée', we weren't home tonight and only heard one of them was in the hospital. Could you please give us some type of information?"

She looked at Tumbler as if he was scum and then nasally said.

“She was brought in from a gunshot wound. The family waiting room is through those double doors over there to the right. Her sisters are in there waiting for news from the doctor. You may go join them, once you hit the doors, wait for the buzzing sound of me unlocking the doors to allow you entrance."

Someone needs to teach that hussy some fuckin respect. Maybe I’ll have Skylar bring her claws out.

I
am being poked and prodded in the E.R. exam room by this overly anxious Doctor whose looking out number Uno...himself!  I keep telling him to stop poking so hard but he doesn't seem to give a fuck that he's poking harder than needed and sending out waves of pain to his patient. My nurse is amazingly sweet and keeps holding my hand while scowling at the Doctor herself. She has been with me since I was brought in, she's so sweet and beautiful.

Her name is Kori and she has helped me make it through this terrifying experience with none of my friends or family allowed back here in the room with me. She has long black hair that I watched her pull out of a pony tail and swing over her head to wrap up in a tight bun over her head.

Then she sanitized her hands telling me 'can’t take any chances of lose hair flying around the room while were taking care of your open wound. Wouldn't want any of my hair growing out of your shoulder now would we'. As she said with a smile and giggle which helped relax me immediately.

This mid-evil Doctor pokes his finger in the hole in the back of my shoulder and I jolt forward screaming at him.

"You sorry ass motherfucker! Did your mother not teach you about being kind and patient to those who are hurting? You do not shove your finger into an open wound on someone without at least warning them first so they can prepare you prick! I want another Doctor!
NOW!"

Kori looks at me with wide eyes and mirth hiding in their depths. I can tell she's holding back a laugh trying to break free. The Doctor stomps out of the room throwing a temper tantrum that would make a two-year old proud. Kori turns and says to me.

"Sweetie, let me go see what other Doctor's we have working today that I can get down here to stitch you up. Would you like me to see who’s in the waiting room and get someone back here for support?"

Like I said, amazing, why can't Doctor's be like the nurses on staff?

"That would be wonderful Kori and greatly appreciated. If that Doctor comes back in here, he'll be the next patient needing stitches."

Kori breaks out in a laugh that is full belly and has tears running down her face.

"Oh, Riley, you have made my day here. That is Dr. Limean and he is an asshole to not only the patients but he treats the staff like we are the dirt he has to walk on. So seeing you give him your piece of mind was a treat I am very happy I was able to witness."

Kori laughed and waved at me as she walked out the door to go find me another Doctor and hopefully someone to come back here with me and help keep me grounded so I don't attempt to commit murder and end up behind bars for the rest of my life. I would rather be in Kid's arms for the rest of my life on earth that looking at my loved ones behind a glass wall while chained up and talking to them through a telephone. At least that's how I've seen it done on T.V.

Kori came back in in what seemed like thirty minutes but was probably more like five minutes.

"Riley, good news, I'm really good friends with the plastic surgeon on call and he's agreed to come and sew up your shoulder. That means you’re going to

look fabulous when your wound heals. Only thing is he asked me not to get anyone from the waiting room. He says friends and family can sometimes get to emotional and it makes his ability to relax and have you relax during the procedure to hard. He explained with a bullet wound, to leave minimal scarring he needs you relaxed and stress free. Is that ok with you sweetie? If not, I can see if I can find someone else in the hospital?"

"No, Kori please. A plastic surgeon sounds perfect. At least that way I know it was done by one of the best. And if you’re endorsing him I know he must be really good. For some reason I trust your opinion even though we just met. I say bring him on."

"Consider him brought! Also I sent one of the

volunteers to let your friends and family in the

waiting room know that your fine and getting stitched up and then they can come back and we will give you your scripts, release instructions and let you get home so you can rest."

Thank you Kori, you've been amazing! I hope I see you around town, and welcome home."

"It's good to be home Riley, I've been gone way too long. You’re not getting rid of me yet though, we've got some stitches and discharge procedures to go through, and I get to wheel you outta here."