Ryder (Phoenix MC #1)

Ten

I wished I could have seen his reaction. Getting his number from my accomplice had been smart though. It had given me a unique opportunity to build a rapport with him, to get to know him better, to share our beautiful moments with him. He hadn’t replied yet, and I really wished that he would. I wished that he’d open a dialogue with me, so we could talk about how incredible our night together had been, and about how desperately I wanted to be with him again.

My eyes were burning with tiredness, because I’d been awake since the previous evening, feeling so wired from being with him. I wanted more. I wanted it like I wanted to, just for once, sleep like a normal person. I only ever slept a few hours here and there, and no more. I didn’t have to work. I had money. I literally had nothing to do, but find a new conquest as often as I wanted, so I could get my pleasure. My way. The safe way . The only way where I had ultimate control, where they submitted fully to me, where I ensured it was good for me, even if they didn’t remember later.

It wasn’t normal for me to be obsessed with one of my lovers, not after our one night. It wasn’t necessary to ever see them again after all. They existed purely to scratch an itch, and nothing more.

I glanced at my phone again with frustration. Why didn’t he reply? Why didn’t he want to know me? To know more? Why didn’t he want to see me again? The urge to steal a car, and drive past the clubhouse again was so intense. I needed to see him again, because suddenly the videos weren’t enough. I needed more. I needed him.

I went to the window, staring down at the doorway to our love-nest. We couldn’t use it again, but maybe this time I could get into his clubhouse, and into his room. No, that’s crazy. It wasn’t that he’d recognise me, but it wouldn’t be that easy, right? Even if the prospects on guard felt like I looked trustworthy, they were probably already in the shit for letting me in last night, and letting me go again. They’d be more careful about letting me in, if they even would again.

I caught my reflection in the glass; short dark hair, and that scar, the one that marred my face, and ensured that no man would ever want me again. No. He’d definitely never recognise me, and the video showed me with my red wig on anyway.

I’d learned early on that when you have flowing locks of hair, they always, always remember the hair, and often miss other details. It was a form of misdirection. They probably don’t even see the scar, because all they see is masses of hair, tits, hips, ass… it’s why they’d never, ever catch me .

Ryder

B y the time someone had snatched the vodka from me, I’d drunk enough of it that the room was gently spinning, and when they dumped me on my bed, on my stomach, I fell asleep almost immediately.

My dreams were strange, my sleep restless, and erratic. I woke often, and when I did, I knew I’d seen her. And me. Now I was seeing me being ridden by this flame haired monster woman, who took and took, and sucked me dry of my very soul.

When I lurched over the side of my bed, and threw up everywhere, I heard someone cursing.

I clearly wasn’t alone, and I wearily lifted my head, feeling like it had bricks on top of it.

“Who the fuck … is here?”

“Ice.”

I groaned, my head woozy, and full of the bizarre images from my dreams.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Well, I’ll tell you what I’m not doing. I’m not cleaning that shit up, man. You’re on your own.”

I moved around on my bed, until I could finally see him on my sofa. He had a laptop on the table, which was the right way up again, and he was messing with something on the screen.

“Does everyone know?”

He glanced away from his screen at me for a moment.

“Know what? I was asked to track the sender of some text messages, and that’s what I’m doing.”

“I appreciate your discretion, but you saw it, didn’t you?” I pushed myself up from my position of dangling half off the bed, and groaned when my stomach gurgled at me. I could smell vomit, and it wasn’t helping me not want to do it again.

“Brother, I’m just doing what they told me to do. I stayed here, because they were concerned you might… you know… blow chunks everywhere, and I figured I could stop you before you choked on it.”

“That’s so comforting.”

He shrugged. “I was keeping my eyes on a few things, so I was gonna be up anyway.”

I ran my hands through my hair, which was sticking up all over the damn place, and glanced around for my phone, finally remembering that they took it, and Ice or my fucking President or VP had it.

“I need to get a fucking clock. I’m lost without my phone.”

“It’s almost six in the morning,” Ice muttered, waving my phone at me.

“She didn’t send anything else?” I asked, suddenly wanting, and yet not wanting, to know, all at the same time.

“Nothing more came through. I’ve cloned it, so I can track any further messages in real time.”

I got up from the bed, heading for my bathroom, stepping carefully around the mess I’d made.

“So I get no privacy at all now?”

“Well, I’m not gonna watch you take a piss, so there’s that.”

Prick .

I used the bathroom, taking ages to brush my teeth, because post-vomit mouth is not pleasant. When I came back out, there was a prospect grimacing as he cleaned up the vomit on the floor.

“Sorry, brother,” I muttered, as I carefully edged past, my bare feet missing the splash zone, but only just. I didn’t even know when I’d taken off my boots. I remembered drinking vodka, and… oh yeah, they dumped me on my bed. I must have crashed out straight away.

Jesus. I’m that guy now . Drunk and sleeping when I should be working. I went to the kitchen, and filled the kettle.

“Coffee?” I glanced at Ice, and he nodded. So caffeine was allowed, but no alcohol. Wouldn’t want to accidentally dilute all the fucking drugs in his system.

“Prospect?” He glanced up from his cleaning, and I couldn’t remember his fucking name. It wasn’t Jacko or Tommy. It was the newest guy. He shook his head, looking like he wanted to throw up too.

I brought coffee with me, to sit opposite Ice. I didn’t want to see his screen, because I didn’t want to see if the video was up on there.

“Shipment is coming in later this morning, and I’ve got a team covering it,” he muttered, knowing that I’d normally be involved when we had drug shipments coming in. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t use the stuff, but I’d help issue it to those who did. What they chose to put in their bodies wasn’t my business, after all.

“Reacher has me benched right now.”

He nodded. “I know, but I also know you like to be kept informed. So, uh… in terms of updates…” He glanced across at the prospect mopping my floor.

“You almost done over there?”

He glanced up, white-blond hair hanging in his eyes.

“Uh… yeah. Let me just get rid of the bedding, and I’m done.”

I grimaced. “Jesus, sorry.”

He shrugged, leaving the room with the mop and bucket, and returning to strip the bed, taking everything away with him.

“So fucking glad I’m not a prospect anymore,” Ice muttered, getting up to close the door, before he settled back in front of his screen.

“Okay, so the phone that messaged you is local. I’m not going to bore you with details as to how I know that, but the short version is that it’s been pinging off several towers all night, telling me the user is in a specific part of town. Now, before you go leaping into action, first off, you’re still on lockdown, and also, we’re still talking about a large area, so you’d be going in blind anyway.”

“So it’s useless information, is what you’re saying?” I sipped my coffee, wishing I’d used less toothpaste, so it didn’t taste so fucking minty.

“ Charming . I work my ass off all night, and all you pricks do is dismiss it.” Yeah, I’m definitely the prick this time.

“Sorry. So how can we use this information?”

He smirked. “I’m tracking that phone, so when it pings to show movement, we’ll get an idea of that person’s movements, and it might give us something more. In addition to that, I was able to hack some camera footage.” I winced, imagining more footage of my… assault.

“This was from a camera owned by a business at the entrance to that alleyway. The camera only catches part of the alleyway, but I was able to backtrack through their uploaded footage, and caught the car that drove through there twice, during the night in question. The number plate was for a stolen car. It also doesn’t match the one that dropped you off. She’s good.”

Great. I had to be kidnapped and raped by a clever bitch.

“We have footage of the car coming here?”

He shot me a withering look, clicking the mouse as he worked, while he talked.

“Of course, dipshit, but the prospects, even though they let the bitch in without question, like fucking morons, they also took down the number plate, in case we needed it. It was another stolen car though. The person who dropped you off was blonde, but the, uh… person in the video was a redhead, so we have to assume she’s using disguises to throw us off.”

“No shit.”

“Do you have to go to classes to learn to be such a wise-ass? Just wondering. Because while you were catching some quality Zzz, I’ve been up all fucking night working on this for you.” He was a cranky bastard in the mornings.

“Sorry. I’ve not been myself since this happened. Gee, maybe I need a shrink.”

“You need something. Now, the only other thing I have so far, is this…” He turned the laptop around, and showed me a still photo. It was really poor quality, clearly taken from CCTV, but it definitely showed me leaving that shithole of a bar with some blonde chick on my arm. Her face wasn’t all that clear, her clothing was slutty, and she was smiling. That was as much as I could get from it.

“You gonna run around town showing that to people? Because there’s a guy out there who’s not gonna wanna see my face right now.”

Ice smirked. “Yeah… so I heard.”

“You heard about the guy we chased down an alley?”

He nodded. “I hear you gave the guy a bit of a beating.” Oh. Yeah, that part’s fine, so I shrugged it off.

“Homophobe. Deserved a kicking.”

Ice shrugged. “Not really interested in him. I’m more interested in this bitch.”

I sipped my coffee for a few minutes, letting him work in relative silence, apart from the occasional gurgle from my poor stomach.

“So anything else we can try?”

Ice lifted his eyes once more, and I really wished he wasn’t looking at me when he said, “got someone helping look into where one might get GHB from… and Viagra.”

My stomach clenched at the mention of those drugs, and the fact that he clearly knew everything. Shit .

“Not just off the street then? On a corner?”

He focused on his screen again. “Possibly. That’s why I have someone looking into it. Known dealers, that kind of shit. Of course, if it were any of the things we supply, I’d already have that answer.”

Fair point. We supplied ecstasy and cocaine. Party drugs only. The good shit. We received it from our supplier, and we divided it among our network of street dealers, and anyone who fucked us, didn’t get a chance to do it twice. The last one miraculously overdosed on a real cocktail of that shit.

“I feel like I need to be doing something,” I said finally, because I felt about as useful as a fucking prospect. I glanced at my clean floor. Less useful even .

“Maybe try not repainting the place with vomit for a day or so. I know the prospects would appreciate that.”

Ice is nothing if not a major pain in my ass, but he’s smart, and resourceful. And on my side.

“Brother, all I can do is try.”

He smirked again. “Eat something, and I’ll have whatever you’re making.” He’s also a dick.

It wasn’t until a whole fucking day later that anything new happened. She sent three more messages, and another video clip. This one showed her going down on me. On my poor defenceless cock, which glistened with probably her spit, or her fucking pussy juices. Again, I looked to be mostly out of it, but my damn cock was playing ball. She’d given me Viagra, so it was hard, and able to be used by her. That fucking whore.

Reacher grudgingly handed me the phone. He was in my room with me again, with Stitch, Torch, and Ice, because apparently we’re a fucking boy band now.

“Message her back.”

I took the phone, hesitating as I stared at it. What the fuck would I say to the bitch?

“Someone tell me what to say, or I’m gonna call her a cunt, and tell her I’m gonna kill her.”

Torch snatched the phone back, tapping out a message, then he passed it back, message already sent.

Me : Why don’t we meet up for a replay…

What the fuck! I glared at him.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

He shrugged carelessly, even though there was a lot riding on this. If we could draw her out, we could deal with this and move on, and I was all for fucking moving on.

“Wanna draw her out, don’t we?”

Nobody else seemed shocked by his response to her. Long minutes passed with nothing, and then the phone buzzed in my hand, and all eyes focused on me.

I swiped the screen.

Unknown : I knew you enjoyed it.

I stared at the screen, my breathing a little faster as I absorbed the fact that my ‘rapist’ was communicating with me in real time.

Unknown : You liked the videos, didn’t you? I have more.

Torch was leaning over my shoulder, reading them out.

“Careful, brother. That’s a warning,” Ice said suddenly, grabbing his laptop and tapping away at things.

“She’s still bouncing off the same towers. Fuck’s sake! We need more.”

I tapped the screen and lifted the phone to my ear, my heart thudding heavily in my chest. It was ringing. And ringing. It kept ringing until eventually it cut out.

“Fuck.” I lowered it again, catching all eyes on me again. “What? Like it wasn’t worth a try?”

Unknown : Not yet, baby. I’ll talk to you when we’re face to face again.

“This cunt. She’s fucking with my head again.” I handed the phone off to Torch, while he tapped away at the screen.

Me : Ever heard of phone sex? It’s fun.

I shot him a withering stare, as he read out what he was sending, and what he, or I, received in return.

Unknown : I prefer flesh against flesh, sorry.

Geez. Under normal circumstances, she’d be exactly my fucking type, except for her need to fucking have me unconscious and yielding to her.

“Stop messaging her,” Ice said suddenly, and we all stared at him.

“Why?” He was still staring avidly at his screen.

“She’s switched it off.”

“So what does it matter if we keep messaging?”

Ice scratched at his head, his blue grey hair a mess already.

“Because it just occurred to me that maybe she’s keeping an open connection for a reason.”

“Well, she already knows where I live,” I pointed out.

He nodded. “But, I mean… while you’re actively messaging from here, it’s clear you’re home. What if what she did was the first part of an attack against the whole club? What if she’s… Jesus … I don’t know. I just feel like this is a bad idea. We’re giving something away, but I just don’t know what.”

“Maybe lay off the fucking drugs for a while, so your brain works,” Reacher growled at him, and Ice widened his eyes.

“You fuckers wanted me awake, and doing this shit for you. How the hell do you think I’m even managing that, if not for the fucking pills? I haven’t slept in nearly three days. I’m surprised I’m even upright.”

Stitch muttered something to Reacher, and he nodded, standing up.

“Let’s call it a night. Ice, get some fucking sleep. Get a prospect watching whatever you still have running. Ryder, you’re still locked down, but Ice is right. Stop interacting with her. In fact, Stitch, get someone to run one of the burners up here. Transfer what you need, and keep this phone off.”

Torch handed me the phone, and headed for the door.

“Since nobody’s giving me any orders, I’m going to find someone with holes. Need to get my dick wet, so don’t bother looking for me for a few hours.”

He left the room, and I groaned. “Maybe I should-”

“Rest. You’re still waiting on test results, so no fucking anyone. No getting head either. You know the risks.”

Jesus. I watched as my room emptied, and then I was alone again. Alone with the reality of my situation. They didn’t know what this was like. They had no fucking idea. Even if I was allowed out, allowed to fuck someone, I had no idea if my dick would even work because the bastard had gone on strike. How frustrating that I couldn’t even remember my last fuck.

I locked my door after Stitch dropped off the burner, and I did what I was told. I transferred my numbers and shit, and I switched my own one off, and tossed it in my bedside drawer.

Then I grabbed my laptop, and with a sense of determination, I clicked one of the regularly used links in my favourites. I flicked through and selected a movie, and set it running, headphones on, so nobody could hear.

And halfway through the rampant porn session I was watching, I had to consider the real possibility that I just couldn’t get it up anymore. Was it the Viagra? Had it fucked something up inside me, or was it the GHB? Maybe it was the experience itself? I’d unzipped my jeans, and stroked my cock for ages, watching some filthy gangbang movie, while I was trying to will some life into it, but it just stayed flaccid. Dormant. Dead.

Great, the bitch killed my fucking cock.