The Beginning—A Duet: Ryder & Two Worlds Colliding (9 page)

“That’s the second time you’ve slapped me. But that’s OK. I’m used to horsepower between my legs. I like my women strong and full of kick. So be ready, darling, for the ride of your life. I guarantee it will be nothing short of spectacular.”

She drew in a sharp breath. “I’m guessing your dick must be really small. Cause if you need to give me such a sales pitch, your package is obviously lacking.”

I threw back my head and roared with laughter. “Oh baby, you have no idea what’s waiting for you. The ride of a lifetime. And a hundred percent money back guarantee if you aren’t satisfied. Only, my guess is you
will
be begging for seconds.”

“You don’t listen well do you? I said
never
. As in N.E.V.E.R.” She snarled, her eyes on fire.

It wasn’t funny anymore. She was serious. Fuck.

I grabbed hold of her shoulders. Her eyes snapped to mine. They were burning holes through me. Her body trembled beneath my grip. My insides were churning.

“You’ll never want another cock once you’ve had mine. And you’ll beg me to fuck you. Long and slow. Hard and fast. Against the wall. In your bed. Anywhere and everywhere. You won’t ever get enough. Your body will respond to me when I just enter the room, quivering for me, your juices flowing the second you know I am near. And I will know you are wet for me before I even touch you.”

She shook her head, her body shaking with rage. I loved getting this much fire out of her—and I wasn’t even fucking her yet.

She looked like a wildcat, hissing at me. “Screw you, Ryder Knox. I’ve got news for you. So listen up. I’m going to marry my
kinda
boyfriend. He’s perfect for me. You and I will never happen. Find some other woman to degrade with your bullshit. It won’t be
me
.”

Her fists hammered my chest and she gave an almighty shrug that loosened my grip on her shoulders. My arms dropped to my sides. Stunned, all I could do was stare at her as she stormed off.

No woman had ever said no to me. Usually they lined up to suck my dick.

Jade reached the door, stopped and turned back, glaring daggers at me. “Oh. And Ryder? I won’t be doing another inspection. Uncle Eric will arrange for someone else to do it.”

I sneered. “Suit yourself. There’s plenty of other pussy out there.”

The door shook as she left.
Fuck her.

Why the hell was I feeling sick to the stomach?

M
y phone buzzed in my pocket. What now? Irritated, I withdrew it and checked for caller id. Max. I hadn’t spoken with my brother in over a year. What the fuck did he want
now
?

“Hey, Max. What's up, brother?”

“Ryder. I'm good. When are you going to give up that shit in LA and come to work for me in New York? I need you to help me run Grant Global. I could do with a mean motherfucker like you to keep things straight—if you get my drift.” He chuckled softly.

Since he’d left the club, things had worked out well for the little bastard. Always the fucking golden child, he was adopted by a rich family. The Grants had sent him to a grand school where he really applied himself and came out top of the heap. He changed his surname to theirs—shaking off his past and anything that reminded him of Marianne, and the father who never acknowledged him.

He was no longer a Knox. Or any part of Jake.

He was Maxwell Grant. A self made man.

Little did I know then that Max would be one of America’s greatest philanthropists. He used part of the profits—of the millions of dollars his company made—to rescue homeless boys, and to keep them off the streets. Yet, the irony would always remain that the one boy he could never save, was his own blood.

Like I’d said, Max was always the smart one. I was proud of the little shit—that he had risen from the ashes and made something of himself. But I'd never tell him that, because then he’d never stop nagging me to leave this life behind and become someone he believed was ‘respectable’.

On some level, Max understood that the Scorpio Stinger MC was as much my adopted family as what the Grants were his. That didn't stop him from trying though. He was a tenacious asshole. He never gave up when he wanted something—just like me. I had to laugh at that.

“I know you're busy, so just spit it out. You didn't call to just hear my voice.”

“Right. You were always the perceptive one. Too smart for the life you lead.”

“Don't start,” I warned.

“I'll get to the point. Rebecca Clarke, one of my employees, had some trouble in France. She’s in Germany now, but she’s in need of a break. She’s planning to visit her cousin in LA.”

“What the fuck has that got to do with me?” I growled. For fuck sake, I didn't need another bitch to babysit.

“I need to know that's she’s ok while she's in LA,” he said simply.

Max had never asked me anything like this before. This woman meant something to him.

“She got you by the dick, brother?” I chuckled, enjoying this.

His silence confirmed my suspicion. He sighed. “Yeah. It’s complicated.”

“Since when hasn’t wanting a bitch been complicated? It goes with the territory.”

“You’ve suddenly become very knowledgeable about women. Some woman busting your balls, brother?”

It was my turn to sigh. “No, nothing like that,” I lied. I didn't need extra shit on my plate right now.

“So you'll do it? Watch out for her? I'm trying to organize to be in LA at the same time she’s there, but I won't be able to be away from New York for a full two weeks.”

“Tough life being the CEO of your own company,” I teased. Yeah, little brother had done good. And now he’d fallen for a piece of pussy.

I ran a hand over my face.

Pussy was the downfall of every man. No matter how smart, how rich, or how tough a man was, when he got struck by pussy, he was a gonner. I'd seen it time and again. Even my best friend, Cobra, had lost the mighty battle. He’d give his life for his pussy.

It was actually hilarious watching the big man, fearless on every level that counted, being led by the dick by one small woman. Cobra was putty in her hands. He turned into a puppy dog whenever she was around.

I smiled—I’d never put my theory to the test, but I’d put money on it that Cobra would chose his bitch over me when the chips were down.

The weird thing was, I was starting to understand how a man could feel like that.

We were all cursed. Fuck Adam—he started it all by taking a bite of that fucking apple.

“So, Ryder. Can I count on you?” Max sounded tired. He wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t really important to him.

“Yeah, Max. I’ll do it for you. Just send me the details a day or two before she arrives.”

He blew out a long breath. “Thanks Ryder, I owe you.”

Max was fucked. He had it bad for that Rebecca woman.

Thank fuck I still had full control over my dick.

O
ver the years Max and I had led very different lives—and I was happy that Max had made something great of his life. He was right, I was smarter than the average biker, but I was content with the life I’d chosen. At the Scorpio Stinger MC,
I was somebody
—my smarts had helped us survive against rival clubs and random gangs, time and again. We’d outwitted a few hostile takeovers with my strategies over the years.

My team needed me as much as I needed them. We looked out for one another in the man-eats-man jungle others called life. Yeah, the guys teased me about being a philosopher and a strategist—I took it all in my stride.

Why waste a good brain?

Yet Max and I had chosen to use our smarts in different ways. We would never see eye to eye on it, but we’d respect one another’s decisions. Live and let live.

Just before Max decided to leave the compound, the day of his fourteenth birthday, he came to my room and sat on the bed. I could tell by his face that it weighed heavily on him to leave me behind. But he’d decided to take his chances in the outside world, to give himself up to the authorities as a minor. It took a lot of guts to do what he did, I admired him for going after a better life than what Marianne had left us to live.

“What's up, brother?” I asked, looking up from the magazine I was reading. No, it wasn’t porn. I'd had enough of the real thing that I didn't need to read that shit—I had pussy on call nearly twenty-four-seven. I was young, strong and horny. Even girls older than what I was threw themselves at me. I took what I wanted, when I wanted. Sometimes three of them at once, proving that I was indeed a stud that could satisfy eager pussy.

I was reading a music magazine. Music had been in my blood since I was in the womb, so I allowed myself this one small pleasure that was only for me—to keep up with what was happening in the music industry, and follow my favorite bands.

Max’s face was serious. “Ryder, I've thought a lot about our childhood. How you saved my life—”

I knew where he was going with this conversation.
Fucking Tiny
.

Guilt wracked Max that I'd had to go to the detention center and nearly lost my life in the process—all because I'd killed Tiny— out of self defense and to save my brother’s life.

What Max still didn't understand, was that I'd do it again, in a heartbeat. I hated Tiny. There was no connection between us. If he had indeed fathered me, I didn't feel it in my gut. I hated the fucker for what he’d done to Marianne, to Max—and to me. I actually wished he'd died a slower and more painful death for all the agony and suffering he’d caused my family. Yes, I hated Tiny with every breath in my body.

“It’s history, Max. Let it go.”

I'd never told him the gory details of the day in the bathroom, but I didn't doubt for a second that he knew the whole truth. The other boys would’ve filled him in.

“Well, before I go, I want us to do something together.”

My eyebrows rose. What did he have in mind? He wasn’t one for threesomes, although I’d invited him to join in several times.

Max chuckled, breaking his serious tone. “I know what you’re thinking. No, it’s not about pussy. It’s about us—being brothers.”

He had my full attention now. I put the magazine down and waited.

“You know how we have been through hell since Marianne left?”

Unable to speak, I swallowed hard and nodded, blinking faster than normal.

“Well, I've figured we’ve risen from the ashes. Like the phoenix.”

Where was Max going with this?

“Hammer helped me to do an internet search. There’s this mythical bird, called a Firebird, that just like the phoenix, has overcome great hardship to rise above it all.”

I sucked in a breath. That sounded just like us. I nodded, indicating that I understood what he meant.

“Hammer also found a guy that can do a tattoo of a Firebird for us—right over our hearts.”

“Max.
Fuck
.”

“I want us to have identical tattoos, Ryder. So that we can always be reminded of one another. Every day when we look in a mirror, no matter where we are, we can remember where we came from—and how we overcame the fucked up childhood we were thrown into.”

I blinked a few times more. My throat was tight and I struggled to breathe.

I nodded. “Fuck yeah. Let’s do it.”

Max grinned. “It’s all set up, brother. The guy’s waiting. No time like the present.”

I had to give it to Max—he was tenacious. A fighter. My brother.

I loved the prick.

I
had to get Mia to the hospital. She wasn’t well, in fact she was getting worse by the day. She’d contracted a fever and was so depressed that she slept all day, hardly getting out of bed to have a shower. Fuck, taking care of her and two kids wore me down. I couldn’t do this shit much longer before going stir crazy. So eventually I decided to take Mia to the hospital—there was no other way.

She’d convinced me to call Jade to come help out and to look after the kids while we were gone. I’d never told Mia what’d happened between Jade and I. Five weeks had passed since that day I’d lost my mind and said crazy shit to Jade. I had a feeling it wouldn’t go down well with Mia.

In a moment of insanity, I gave in and agreed to ring Jade. At first she was surprised as fuck to hear my voice. When she’d commented that first day about loving kids and helping us out in a crisis, I don’t think she thought in million years she’d actually be taken up on her offer. And after what happened between us, I was surprised she didn’t hang up on me.

Since it was a seriously bad idea to drag the kids out to the hospital, I’d agreed. So here I was, standing with baby Isabella on my hip, waiting for Jade to show up. Part of me didn’t think she would. Just like most other people, she’d find a reason to back out. Plus, she’d never forgive me for the things I’d said to her. I was counting on it.

I expected her to call with some fucking lame excuse any minute. Mia sat by the door, ready and eager to leave for the hospital the second Jade arrived. Somehow Mia trusted Jade to be true to her word. Some bullshit about women’s intuition that was never wrong. Yeah, so give me the correct lottery numbers and I’ll believe that shit.

The doorbell rang. I was taken by surprise when I realized I’d been listening for her heels on the pavement. If it was indeed her, she’d snuck up on us. Jesus, I was losing my grip—it could be any motherfucker at the door.

I’m here to protect Mia and the kids
.

Adrenaline spiked my bloodstream and I placed a hand on my gun.

Just feeling the cold metal against my skin slowed my breathing a notch. I was back in control. Yeah.

I peered through the peephole. It was her—the snarky bitch with the larger-than-life attitude. I suppressed a smile as I opened the door.

Standing there with a teddy bear in one hand and a toy truck in the other, I narrowed my eyes, taking her in. There was something about her that was different. And way more appealing. Her hair, which was usually tied into a business like bun, hung softly around her face, framing her big eyes and wide smile. She wore washed out jeans that hugged her womanly hips and a tight T-shirt that revealed the soft skin of her belly when she lifted her arms to cuddle the baby. The T-shirt had a big red heart on it with NYC below it and accentuated her magnificent rack.