Ride To The Edge (Lucifer's Saints MC) (Rough Riders MC Series Book 4) (2 page)

This novel is dedicated to all the people in my life that always knew one day I could shine and do something I’m truly proud of. I love every book I have written, some more than others but the
Rough Riders MC Series
has always been my baby and now, I can finally do this series justice again.

For the readers and fans who were waiting for Hardy and Talia’s story, I just hope it was worth it. <3

“Dark Times” – The Weeknd feat. Ed Sheeran

“Never Be Like You” – Flume feat. Kai

“This Is What You Came For” – Calvin Harris feat. Rihanna

“Touch” – Nick Jonas

“Send My Love (To Your New Lover)” – Adele

“Say It” – Flume feat. Tove Lo

“Cold Water” – Major Lazer feat. Justin Bieber & MØ

“Often” – The Weeknd

“Every Second” – From Ashes To New

“Happy Song” – Bring Me The Horizon

“Throw Me Away” – Korn

“Mad Sounds” – Arctic Monkeys

“Some Kind Of Drug” – G-Eazy feat. Marc E. Bassy

“Don’t Make Me Choose” – Nick Jonas

“Drifting” – G-Eazy feat. Chris Brown & Tory Lanez

“What You Need” – Bring Me The Horizon

“Comfortable” – Nick Jonas

“Get Used To It” – Justin Bieber

“Good Thing” – Sage The Gemini feat. Nick Jonas

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I
’ll be the first to admit it to any motherfucker walkin’ or talkin’—I don’t fucking wait on birds.

Then again, I sometimes forget that chicks aren’t birds here in the States. It’s a hard habit to break and if I was gonna insult a filly or a fella, I’d call her or him exactly what I think and that’s a fucking cunt. The guys—Ronan especially, that little piss ant—my nephew who also happens to be my second-in command as Vice President for the Saints Vegas chapter still gives me shit but I couldn’t give a fuck.

That was before I met the love of my life though.

I always knew I’d never fall in love. Not with any cunt who came into my life because they were so fucking plentiful, and when you’ve had pussy of all colors riding your dick after so many years in this life, it just becomes monotonous. I was more worried about seein’ the next day with the kind of world I have embraced as my own than I ever was about having some bitch next to me.

I still get chills when I watch that scene in
Scarface
and that sexy bitch played by Michelle Pfeiffer tells a fucking coked out Tony Montana that what good are kids, a wife and a fuckin’ family if he’s not gonna be around long enough to see ‘em grow up.

And she had a strong point too.

A life of crime isn’t really cut out for happy fucking families or a happy ending where the guy gets the girl, and all is well because he’s some douchebag that has the world at his feet.

Every brother who’s a member of a Saints’ charter
is
my family—period.

If my old lady couldn’t accept that then this wasn’t the life for her. This isn’t the life for reality television drama and temper tantrums—the bitch would just be happy I made it home at the end of a long day while I risked my ass to keep her, and everyone I love and care about safe.

If I wanted family, I should have chosen to be a regular fuckin’ mug with a nine-to-five job, a house in the ‘burbs, a sensible car and a decent looking bitch I could have come home to every night. She’d make me dinner, have the kids washed and their homework done. Then afterwards, we’d fuck when I felt like it, roll over to opposite sides of the bed, and go to sleep only to repeat the whole motherfuckin’ situation the next day.

But growin’ up in a place like Belfast, having my first taste of power with the IRA, and then bein’ givin’ my own club by my oldest brother. That kinda power warps anyone, and it had me—hook, line, and sinker from day one.

I loved going to all the hottest clubs in London, knowing everyone knew who I was and wouldn’t dare cross a bad ass fucker like me. They knew my connections and they would shit their pants if I looked at ‘em wrong.

Moving to America didn’t change much after the London charter was put to an end. I still had power but now I was in a new place, a new country and like most fuckin’ geezers out there, I thought American pussy would be more exciting.

It wasn’t.

Well, except for one woman.

Holy fuck did she put the screws in me.

After awhile, I realized it wasn’t only just her pussy talkin’ but everything about her excited me and had me on a fucking loop. The bitch was independent, she was hot, she was wealthy, famous, and she fuckin’ used me like I was the cunt of the decade and she was the one with the massive dick that had women moaning from London to Tokyo.

Yeah, when a man hooks up with a prize bitch like that, it was hard to let go. In her case, she never gave me much of a choice either.

Not only did she have a kid but she was dumbass nephew’s piece on the side.

A woman like this who could fuckin’ put my balls in a shredder and tear me up inside, I knew she was doin’ somethin’ to my heart ‘cause shit didn’t feel right. I actually looked forward to spendin’ time with her and when she fuckin’ rung me, I was over the fuckin’ moon. I mean this bitch had my head fuckin’ spinnin’ like a goddamn record player.

But Talia wasn’t mine.

I had to knock her up just so I could keep her so that should tell you what kind of person I am. Fuck no, I don’t play fair and there was no way that pussy nephew of mine was keepin’ something I wanted from me.

So I took her.

I take every fuckin’ thing I want.

I just wish someone would have told me that the consequences of my actions would cause a whole chain of events that even if I could, I wouldn’t fuckin’ undo.

I
watched my girl as she worked her magic on stage. As the lead singer and savior of a once fledgling rock group that was now on the up and up, she could make diamonds out of cubic zirconia.

Talia had that charisma, that presence and Winter’s Regret was that much better havin’ her around. Not only did she have the voice of an angel fused with the magic of Lucifer and Aphrodite, she had that “it” factor. Who else could end a rock concert full of hard rockin’ fans with an acoustic version of “Crazy In Love” from
Fifty Shades
? Hell, Beyoncé would have been proud.

I watched from the sidelines in the back with all the other technical people. It wasn’t like they were gonna ask me to leave. I know I’m intimidating standing over six feet, four inches and weighing a solid two hundred and thirty of pure muscle. Yeah, my shoulder had gotten fucked up from a gun fight but no one knew that and it only hurt when it rained or if it was knocked out of its socket, which didn’t happen very often with the kind of people I dealt with.

Ronan was young—younger than I would have liked to have as my VP but growin’ up in the life, being the son of the mother charter’s President, he wasn’t stupid. He had a strong old lady who stood by his side, and lately our only mission was to knock out some of our competition.

It was a tough job but someone had to do it and it freed up more time with my old lady who was freakin’ five months pregnant and refused to stop working until Winter’s Regret went on their spring hiatus. That was more than a month away, and I wasn’t all that happy about how shit was working out but what could I do? I’d fallen for a woman who wouldn’t be beholden to any man after two severely fucked up and dysfunctional relationships where she was always left with the short end of the stick.

And what did I do? Like a pussy, I stayed.

I refused to lose her, and at first it was only because I wanted to win.

Defeating Kaelan—aka Jaden from Scarlet Fever—was just plain fun. Yeah, he was my nephew but he was a little cunt who couldn’t stay with the club. Apparently he was too sensitive and needed to express his musical talents instead. I didn’t respect him, didn’t like him and couldn’t believe Talia—the same woman I knew—would have ever spread her legs for this prick. Let alone allow herself to clean up his shit, piss and vomit while he detoxed while they were on tour a few years back.

But now, I just wanted her in my life. She’d become so much more than just a prize but it was hard as hell when she decided to cater to that bastard, and give him her precious time. He didn’t deserve time with her or his son, the selfish little cunt. She should have barred him out of her life, and when we got married, I was gonna make sure his ass didn’t come around. I wasn’t scared of her wrath, even if that meant givin’ him the beat down of his life. I’d make sure he was pissin’ blood for a month if he ever tried to test me. Family or no family, that little shit meant fuck all to me and I had a feeling Talia knew it but she wouldn’t dare address it.

“Enjoying the show?” A feminine voice inquired.

I didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. She was my direct supervisor, and unfortunately, although I wanted to see my baby walk off stage, it wasn’t gonna happen now.

“What’s up, Eve?” I flexed my arms, working the pain out of my bad shoulder though I had yet to face her.

“Everything is set. Just wanted to make sure with my niece in such a precarious condition, you didn’t plan to back out?”

My jaw set and I turned around to face her with hard eyes. Not that it meant a damn thing to her. Eve may have been mesmerizing and how could she not be when she was related to the love of my life? Their mothers were sisters. She had an ageless face with that gorgeous olive complexion, a body that wouldn’t quit and her dark bob with its caramel highlights only made her hazel-green eyes light up in the circus show of flashing lights.

As usual, she was dressed impeccably in a fashionable pants suit that hugged every one of her curves and a pair of high heels that obviously indicated a government SUV wasn’t too far away. They certainly weren’t made for walking long distance.

“Look, I told you I was meetin’ with Brad. It’s been set up already. As much as he doesn’t want to be a fuckin’ snitch, he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life at SuperMax either. I’m takin’ Ronan and some of the fellas from Birch Tree will also be at the meeting. I’d like to say that Dizzy was coming but he’s preoccupied at the moment.” I smirked knowingly that any sort of dig about my brother would affect her more than she would ever let on.

Eve’s jaw clenched before she asked, “How is he? I know he’s not taking any better care of himself—the man seems to have a death wish.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I would two if I had to deal with both you and Bronaugh. Death has to be better.”

She glared at me with cold eyes that were icier than an Eskimo’s cock. “I’ve never been the issue, Hardy. You’re too young to understand a situation that goes so beyond your comprehension, you wouldn’t even know where to start so if I were you, I’d stop with all the jokes.”

“Sorry, babe. I didn’t realize you were so sensitive—”

“
Sensitivity
has nothing to do with it!” she exclaimed though her voice was hushed. “Keep pushing me, and I’ll have you transferred to Boston. The Saints charter out there seems to be having issues with leadership. You want me to play dirty to keep up with you, oh believe me, I can. I don’t want to deprive Talia of another man but if you’re just going to be another of what she’s had so far then she’s better off without you in the long run.”

“Eve, I—”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses,
Dexter
. Your whole fucking family has acted like what Dizzy and I had was a joke but you have to remember that we were both playing a dangerous game at the time and we both gave everything up for the sake of our families—our
children
. You want to have a go at me, and try to blame me for everything that’s wrong between him and Bronaugh but we both know I had
nothing
to do with that.