Taken by Sadistic: Rage Ryders MC (14 page)

To my Readers

I hope you enjoyed Tic and Kori’s story and it meant as much to you as it did me. Their love story is close to my heart. Kid and Riley’s love story was my first, but Tic and Kori are epic. I tried to give you a sneak peek into their future. Yes, I left some unanswered questions, ones that will eventually be answered in different stories from our Rage Ryders and their lives. I wanted to say a note to you as followers of the Rage Ryders. There are many books in mind and the Rage Ryders will split charters and add more characters. Therefore, the Rage Ryders are up in the air as to how many books will come in their series. This wouldn’t be possible without you, all of you.

Thank you,

~Liberty Parker

Dedication

There are so many important people in my life, I hope I give everyone the praise they are deserving of. First off, I have to give credit to my family. Without your support and love this would only be a pipe dream of mine. Greg, Colton, John, and Thomas. Thank you for standing beside me through this battle of reaching my dreams.

Johnna Siebert: Best PA a girl could ask for. You’re like a Genie, ask and you shall receive. I love you and thank you so much for taking me on. Your braver than I am.

Cree Nations: you have become not only one of the best friends I’ve ever had, but you are my confidant, my role model of what a strong, loving woman should be. Your support never waivers and holds strong through all of our hard times and fun times. You have become the light in my life and the joy in my heart.

Vera Quinn: You inspire me on a daily basis. True friends and supporters are laid with the foundation you have shown me. Thank you for being my rock when I feel like I’m falling. Keeping me grounded and keep me motivated when I’m ready to call quits.

Angela Campbell: To come in and offer your services of editing my book when I’m at the end and on a time crunch. You didn’t complain once, you offered your time and friendship I’m looking forward to see grow. Your hand reached out to me, and your willingness to work with me means the world to me.

My Lady Outlaws. I could sit here and name every single one of you. Maybe one day I will, but you all encourage me and hold strong against my hardest and meanest critics. The love you show me, Cree and Vera daily are what a true support team is for us. I am happy to report some of you are venturing into my world and I personally look forward to supporting you and helping you climb the mountain of your artistic ambitions.

My beta family, Erin Osborn, you not only inspire me with your beautiful soul but your hard work. You have also become one of my dearest friends and your writing in itself is inspiring for me. Cathy Kay Sailor and Crissy Sutcliff…you ladies drop everything when I need you. You two joining my team has pushed me to be the best I can be. Thank you

My new family--Cree, Bo, Ethan, Alonna and Raquell. You have breathed life back into my body and soul. I love you all so very much. Sorry Bo, I’ve become the bratty annoying sister, but you’ll get used to me. Yes, Phillip Marler this means you, also. Here’s to dreams coming true.

Jennifer Michelle all I can say is Thank you, love you and you rock!

Tracie Douglas-Rabas the last minute cover changes you did for me from your heart will never be forgotten.

Kori Toth-Gray, Danena Freeman, Monica Langley Holloway, Nicole Lloyd and Jessica Corbin. Your light always shines brightly in my heart and mind when I get the chance to catch up with you.

Last but not least—Kayce Kyle, my sissy and new upcoming Author. This is for you and me, dreams do come true. It’s your turn to fly.

To everyone else I don’t have space to thank personally. Thank you for your continued support.

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Tucker A Stone Brothers Story

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PROLOGUE

“If I can be the damn District Attorney in this county then dammit, you can be the fucking Sheriff.”

“Well, I sure as fuck didn’t ask you to be the District Attorney – now did I? And I know damn good and well, I sure as hell never said I wanted to be Sheriff.” Tucker roared back at his brother Zachariah.  “And who the fuck put you in charge, anyway?”

“I’m the oldest? I always get stuck being in charge.”

“Fuck you. You’re barely eleven months older than me.
Shit-damn-fuck
Zach, I do not want to be Sheriff.  We aren’t kids anymore, but if you remember, I was always the bad guy and you were the good guy.  What makes you think I’ve changed now?”

“Damn it, Tucker we have grown up and this is our town, these people have the right to expect the law enforcement in their town to be on the right side of the law. The right to know that their sheriff will serve and protect them.”

“Oh this is fucking great – now you’ve gone fucking righteous. Does this mean you’re gonna be politically correct, too?”

“You know better than that, or at least you should. The people of this town need honest men to pull them out of the crap they were put in by Kincaid, Morgan, and our own damn grandfather. Yes, I know about him and what he did. I’ve known for years.”

Nothing could have surprised Tucker more, well yeah some things could, but this was way up there on the list. “You never said anything.”

“Neither did you. We owe these people, Tucker. The Stone name used to mean respect and honesty. We need to restore it. None of these folks asked to have this happen to them.”

“Oh fuck, now you’re telling me I should serve and protect these very same people that turned their backs on our baby brother and the same people that ran and hid when the bullets started flying.  Because I’m here to fucking tell you I don’t give a flying rat’s ass about serving and protecting them.” He way lying and they both knew it, none of them could stand for anyone to be mistreated.

“You are one stubborn shithead.”

“Yeah, well, it runs in the family. Damn it Zach – give me one good reason I should give a fuck about being sheriff of this county.”

“Mom.” Zach watched his brothers’ entire demeanor change at the mention of their mother. Molly Stone on her deathbed had made each of them promise her they would do the honorable thing with their lives.

“Shut the fuck up, Zach. Just shut the fuck up.” Tucker said twisting his hair up into a bun, only to have it fall because he couldn’t find his band to hold it with.

“I will just as soon as you pin this badge on and raise your right hand.”

Tucker grabbed the badge and held up his right hand and was sworn in as the new Sheriff of Montana County.  Then, actually managed to pose with his brother and the Judge for pictures for the local damn newspaper.
"If you'll just stand right there and hold that handshake with the Judge. Yes, that's perfect." Tucker was moody, he didn't want the damn badge that was now pinned on his jacket - but things were looking up. A tall, lanky blonde with shoulder length wavy blonde hair in a
come-hither-and-fuck-me
red dress smiled at him and said, "Sheriff Stone would you mind letting me get a couple of photos of just you."

"
Naw
Sugar I don't mind ‘t-all." Thirty minutes later he walked out of the janitor’s closet grinning and dropping a pair of ripped red lace panties in the trash. Sure 'nuff, she had a fine ass and he'd just proved it twice.
Well, who knew? Maybe the perks of being Sheriff might make it almost okay. But hell, he didn’t want to be Sheriff – he didn’t want to be forced to enforce the very laws he’d broken over and over – and would in all likelihood be tempted to break again. His Mama had always said if trouble was within a thousand miles near him, it would be Tucker.
Damn good thing I’ve got friends in low places,
he muttered to himself as he went outside and got in his truck.

Chapter One

He felt the rumble before he heard the roar of the Harleys as they drove up his driveway. Motherfuckers knew he couldn’t ride with them. He was pissed and he already missed the freedom of climbing on the back of his
Beauty
and flying down the open road. Walking outside, he saw four of the best friends a man could have sitting on their bikes smiling their shit-eatin’
grins at him. “So, you just thought you’d come on by and jerk my chain since you know I can’t go with you. Ever’ last one of you are cold-hearted fuckers.”

“Oh, but you know you love us, Stoneman.” He said doing the duck lips thing and Tucker had to laugh as he said, “Kiss my ass, Reaper.”

“Now you know I can’t do that. You might like it too much, then where would all those bunny-girls be?” Reaper said smiling, as he threw the vest at him. “You left this at the club last night. ‘Course, if you don’t want it now you’re the Sheriff an all you can throw it back to me. Oh, and by the way Mo-Fo, what the hell are we supposed to do with that blonde you left cuffed to your bunk?”

“Damn, I forgot about her. Get one of the prospects to unlock her and give her a ride back to her car, I think she left it parked at my office.” The woman in red had shown up at his office late yesterday after he was sworn in asking for a tour of the Sheriff’s Office and he’d given her a tour alright. A close up look of the cells – cuffs an all. “Oh, and she might wanna get the rest of her clothes from the jail – the cells are unlocked.” He smiled remembering how she was bent over the bunk, bare ass in the air when Jake walked in. Tucker smiled remembering her surprise when a hand came down on her sweet butt cheek and saw him standing there watching. She’d twisted around and saw Jake smiling down on her, “Well, hello Bonnie.” Then, he’d given her seven more strikes leaving her ass almost the same shade of red as her dress laying on the floor. Jake had rubbed his hand over her ass and said, “Guess you forgot our date tonight. Oh, don’t try to get up, I’m not near done with your ass yet.”  A bottle of Jack Black and a few shots of Patron later, the three of them ended up at the NM Clubhouse and he and Jake fucked her until they both got called out for a drunk and disorderly fight at Bruisers
Bar.
It’d been years since they’d done something like that, and fuck, it felt good. Twisting his hair up in a bun and snapping a band around it. He asked, “So, ya’ll headed to meet up with the Rage boys to help Tic out with his problem?” Tucker said as he held up his vest and slipped it on. Fuck ‘em if the townsfolk didn’t like it. He pulled his badge out of his jean pocket and pinned it on, smiling thinking how ironic it looked there beside the No Mercy MC logo.

“Yep, I heard from Wasp. He says they’re just calling in some markers to make sure we’re all apprised of what Kori’s father has planned. Rumor is he has plans to take out the entire club and everyone else even remotely involved. I just wanted to stop by and tell you I’m leaving Rye and Gin-boy here just in case you need something. You know – you being all legit now and shit, you might not want to get those
purty
hands of yours dirty.”

“You just don’t know when to quit, do you? But thanks for the heads up.”

“So, you find enough fools to sign on as your deputies?”

“You keep your shit up and I’ll pin a fucking badge on you. And yeah I got an interview set up for today – I hope like hell this Cahill is as good as his references say he is. If everything checks out, he’ll be my new Chief Deputy.”

“Fuck Stone – I just can’t believe you crossed that line, hell you’ve managed to straddle it all your life, but I never thought I’d see the day you’d give up your colors for a badge. We were prospects together when we were just snot-nosed kids, we patched in together before we went in to the Marines. Fuck man, you were the Enforcer until now. Those hands of yours’ll have to stay clean now.”

Reaper was right, his brothers had no idea what his position in the No Mercy MC had been. Was still, once in, always in. He’d known that then and it was heavy on his mind now. If it weren’t for his close ties to Jubal, Breed, and Reaper, he wouldn’t have this badge on his chest no matter what his brother said. Jubal had granted him permission to go Nomad, as long as he swore to return if the call ever came.  “And you ain’t seen that day yet either, my colors are part of me and it’ll take more than a silver star on my chest to give me cause to drop ‘um. You, of all people, should know that. If the call comes, you know I’ll be there.”

“Wearing a fucking badge? Damn, I’m sorry. I know why you’re doing this, but it’s still hard for me to believe you’re the fucking Sheriff.” Reaper started his bike and rode off giving the traditional one finger wave. Tucker looked down at his hands as they drove off,
these fuckers’ll never be clean, no soap can wash away the blood, fuck, just fuck. Okay Mom – for you, I’ll try.

***

Tucker grabbed his cell when it vibrated, “Hey Jake, how’d those interviews work out for you?”  Jake Blackhawk had hired on as the new chief of police a week before Tucker took the position of Sheriff.

“Worked out fine, Sheriff. I’m now the proud Poppa-Chief of a full department. Just need to make up my mind which ones I’m going to promote.  How about you?”

“I’ve hired five men and have one more to interview this afternoon. Sam Cahill from Odessa.”

“Name don’t ring a bell for me.” Jake replied.

“Me neither, but JD Montgomery has given him a good referral.”

“Let me know how it goes. Say, are we still on for tonight?”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you out there around nine.”  He hung up, slipped his phone in his back pocket, grabbed his hat and walked out of his office. “Callie, I’m going to Good Eats Diner. From there, I’m gonna make the rounds. I’ll be back by three for that interview.”

***

Tucker and Crow were sitting at their table eating lunch. “Don’t look now, but that new little waitress is drooling over you.”

“The one with the long, blonde ponytail with the pink streak in it?” Tucker said cutting his eyes over toward the kitchen.

“I should have known you wouldn’t miss her. Get ready, here she comes now.”

“Is there anything else I can do for you, gentlemen? Some more tea or how about some of that famous Apple Pie Miss Lucy makes?” She said, never taking her eyes off Tucker.

“Oh, Sugar, I can think of a lot you can do for me. What time’s your shift end?” Her cheeks turned bright red when he reached over and laid his hand on the back of her bare thigh and then tightened his fingers, pressing into her skin. She was wearing a pair of hot pink shorts, a white tank top that showed a bare midriff, and white slip-on shoes.

“Seven,” she said, smiling at him.

“So I’ll be back then to pick you up.” He said, rubbing her leg with his thumb. She sighed and he watched as she licked her lips. He looked at her name tag, “Kate?” He moved his hand up just a little and continued rubbing his thumb across her skin.

She shook her head yes, “But, me and my friends are supposed to go out tonight”, she said with a hitch in her breath.

He pushed his hand up a little further and ran his finger under the edge of her shorts, saw the pulse quicken in her throat. “Where are you and your friends supposed to go?” He asked, as he continued to tease her skin with the stroke of his thumb.

“Bellasora. It’s a new club that opened up last year. There’s a meet and greet dance there tonight. Have you heard of the club?” Without even realizing it, she moved her foot and spread her legs apart a little more.

Tucker looked at Crow then back at her and smiled, “Yeah, I’ve heard of it, and I know it’s a member’s only club.”

“Oh I know. But you see, my friend Lori is a member.”

Tucker ran through the members in his mind, “Is your friend Loreen Blythe?”

“Yes, she is. Do you know her?”

Tucker knew her intimately. He’d had sex with her numerous times, hell, all his brothers had when they were teenagers. Damned good and hard sex. “How about I meet you at Bellasora? Have a monitor take you to the Common Area at nine thirty.” He slipped his finger inside her sex and found her sweet spot quickly. He pressed down on it and when he tweaked it she cried out. He withdrew his finger, and touched it to her mouth. “Nine-thirty, Kate. Do not be late.” He stood up, pulled out his wallet, and laid some money on the table. Then, he stepped over and pulled her up into his arms and whispered against her mouth, “Wear black and red”.  He and Crow were walking back to their hotel and Crow shook his head and said, “You know you fucking hate to dance.”

Tucker just laughed, “The only kind of dancing being done at Bellasora tonight will be when the floggers and canes kiss the skin of a sub, and you know it. Now, I’ve got to get back to work.”

***

“Sheriff, your three o’clock appointment is here.” Callie stood there grinning at her brother. He would regret later not paying attention to her.

He felt her still standing there, “Well show him in.” Tucker wanted to get this meeting with Sam Cahill over and done with, and make him the Chief Deputy Sheriff which would free him up, so he didn’t have to be in this office most of his days.  The man’s references were impeccable and the letters of recommendation he’d read led him to be convinced Cahill was the one for the job.  He briefly looked up at his sister and said, “Daylights burning Callie. Don’t just stand there and keep the man waiting.”

She’d come in to warn him but that damn tone of voice pissed her off, so she decided to let him sink or swim all on his own. They all knew Tucker hadn’t wanted to be Sheriff, but he’d done what was right and agreed to it, and he was sure letting every one of them share in his misery. “You’re sure right, Sheriff.”  She said stressing the title as she turned and walked off and returned a minute later. If Tucker had truly been paying attention he would have noticed his little sisters tone of voice and her body language, but he wasn’t, so he missed that glint in her eyes that always meant she was up to something.  “Sheriff, Sam Cahill is here.”

Tucker looked up and caught his breath. In front of him stood a very beautiful woman. He stood up immediately, adjusted his jeans, and walked around his desk, “You’re Sam Cahill?” He said with an obvious catch in his voice, then he glared at his little sister. “That’ll be all for now, Callie. Thank you.” They glared at each other for an instant then the door closed with more force than necessary and Tucker realized he should have been paying better attention to his sister.  Cahill walked over and took the hand he held out and shook it firmly. “I get that reaction quite often Sheriff, but yes I am Samantha Cahill, better known as Sam.”

“I thought,” He actually stuttered and immediately felt like a second grader trying to get the attention of the new girl in school. “Well, I actually thought Sam Cahill was a man.”

Samantha smiled at his discomfort, she’d done her homework checking out not only Tucker Stone, but his entire family as well. “I know, Sheriff. I get that a lot as well. JD deliberately didn’t tell you, said he’d had to clean up the egg off his face and this was his way of doing it. I’m not sure what he meant.”

Tucker found his voice and his professional manners, “Sit down, Cahill. Monty was getting even with me. It’s taken him three years to do it, but I’ll let him know we’re even.” He’d damned well let him know a lot more than that. Once again he knew he should have listened to his sister when she’d suggested they send off for a photo of Sam Cahill to go in the file, at least he would have been better prepared.

“Don’t suppose you’d tell me how you got one over on him?” She asked as she sat down in the chair across from him.

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear about it since you worked for him. It happened years back, we’d been working undercover for the better part of a year and the case was over. We were out at a bar celebrating. Monty can’t hold his liquor worth a damn and he was dancing and getting ready to leave with the woman of his dreams and he passed smooth out on the dancefloor and fell flat on his face. We picked him up and carried him back to the motel and put him in bed. What we didn’t realize at the time was that Baker was in the bathroom puking his guts out and when he came out, he just laid down next to Monty. Baker was butt-assed naked. Long story short, they both woke up the next morning wrapped in each other’s arms and the rest is history, as they say.”

When she stopped laughing she asked, “Didn’t anyone ever tell them the truth?”

“Yeah, sure we did. But let me tell you those two can hold a grudge.”

“Well, Sheriff Stone, is me being a woman a deal breaker? Because after his phone conversation with you, Monty told me you were prepared to hire me on the spot. And I’m sure hoping that’s a fact, because everything I own is out there in my jeep. And I’ve got my dogs and cat with me, too.”

“You’re an animal person, then?”

“Yes sir, I take in rescues.”

“You and my sister-in-law are gonna get along fine.”

“Does that mean I’m hired?”

“Yep.”  He told her a little about Cripple Creek and its history, warning her the town still had some garbage that needed to be cleaned up. “When can you start?”

“Right now.” She said standing up. “Can I be blunt with you, Sheriff?”

“If by blunt you mean honest? That’s the only way I’ll have it. I demand honesty and loyalty. I give it so I expect it.”