Broken Wings

By Harley McRide

Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences 18+. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. Ménage – MFM.
In book three of the Lady Riders: Nike’s first day manning the abused women’s hotline shows her just how quick life can turn bad. The experience leaves her no other choice than to face her life before she joined the Ops Warriors and the Lady Riders. A life she desperately tried to put behind her.
Before Z’s accident, his personal issues kept him from moving forward. Laid up, he realizes he might not be able to overcome certain things, but he can keep them at bay with the right woman and a help from a part of his past that he thought he didn’t need.
Dante is sent by his employer as protection for their daughter. What he finds when he arrives is the woman who held a piece of him and a family member that time and circumstances had taken from him.
Nike, Z, and Dante learn family, friends, and a little understanding goes a long way when everyone involved has a past, that if faced, could have a future to heal any broken wings they sustained.
Join the Lady Riders as they prove once again that doesn’t always necessarily have to be by blood.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jana Leigh
• Release date: Oct 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310259784

Harley McRide

I was on the back of a bike as soon as I was big enough to hold on. My love of the lifestyle, combined with my experience and imagination drove me to writing.Now that my two kids are grown and off to college, My husband and I enjoy the great outdoors with our three great Danes: Bowser, Killer, and Maddie.I grew up in Illinois, moving from place to place with my single mother until I was twelve. I now call the little town of Arkadelphia, Arkansas home. With it’s small town charm and population just over 10,000, it is the perfect place to hit the open road. When I need to get away, the hot springs are my go to unwind spot located less than thirty minutes from my cabin in the woods

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Broken Wings

Lady Riders

Book Three

by Harley McRide

© Copyright October 2015 Harley McRide

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Dedication

Things in our lives change daily, but with a strong foundation, nothing exists that can’t be overcome. So many life experiences are out of our control, which leaves us with doubts of our purpose for being here. Sometimes what we forget is everything happens for a reason. Even when life leaves you broken, it gives you someone or something to help you mend—you just have to be able to recognize the gift given—no matter what form it comes in.

Family, friends, and circumstances are all parts of what makes us who we are. I for one am thankful for each person and experience I have had over the years because it has brought me to this point in my life to being an author.

So thank you, family, friends, and most of all—my readers. Wouldn’t be here without each and every one of you.

xoxo Harley

Table of Contents

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Epilogue

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Prologue

Nike looked around the office; everything was coming together. After being gone for a week a lot had been done. It was her first day on the job, and she was excited. Hopefully, Treat, and her men were going to come in today, she hadn’t had a chance to talk to her last night since they had arrived so late. She grinned to herself—yeah, the woman was getting her tat today. That should be fun to watch; they were doing it here in the med room. Treat loved tats, but her men didn’t know she was a total pussy when it came to the needle. Cried every damn time. Kink usually wanted to tranq her; it was always entertaining when Treat got a tat. Hell, Shay and the others wanted her to video it and send it to them for fun.

Bob and Nike were staying put for now in Cali, Shady asked them to help cover the new setup, and truthfully, they didn’t care, it was a vacation for them. They were dealing with Trixie; so far, the bitch had given them no information. They had run her prints, but nothing popped. Now they were digging, and with Data helping, they should have some information soon. At least they hoped they did.

Nike hadn’t even dealt with the fact that during the clusterfuck with Trixie, her father’s men had shown up and shot Lane. She had told Freebyrd, and he agreed to deal with it when she got back, he wanted an explanation of what the fuck was going on. They knew who her father was, well, they knew what he was, not who, she had never given names except to Creed, he was the only one who knew. Now she was gonna have to deal with her family, and damn it; her father was going to freak. He already knew she belonged to the club; he accepted it, kinda. He never understood why she chose to belong to the Warriors, even when she tried to explain to him they were like family. She would deal with that later; Free already told her to come by the house tonight to talk.

Nike was on phone duty today. Bic and Treat had broken the work up into different areas, so everyone would have a chance to get to know each section, which was in the note on the desk at least.

Nike began to wander through the house; there was the office, where Boony worked, which Bob was currently covering. She paused and talked to her friend for a second but moved on when Boony walked in covered in only a towel around his waist. That was entertainment at its finest. Then there was the clinic, which Boo was commanding, although, they each needed to be trained in basic first aid. The phones were the hotlines they set up; it was how women could get in touch with them, the numbers had been printed on cards and slipped into appropriate women’s hands by different people they now had contact with. Including several workers in Social Services, which knew that sometimes the law wasn’t on the victim’s side. Then there were the interview rooms, where they would talk to the women individually to determine if they could help and what exactly the women were asking for. Finally, the houses, whoever was tasked to that made sure everything was stocked.

She was putting the desk in order when the first call came in, and it was one Nike wasn’t prepared for.

Hello, she said in the receiver.

My mommy’s not moving, a tiny little voice said.

Shit, it was a child? What is your name?

My mommy’s not moving, she was crying so hard, she said to push one on the phone and tell them to come here. So, can you come? the girl said.

Honey, what is your name? Nike whispered, stood, walked to the hallway, and snapped her fingers to Boony who was playing on the computer. When he looked up, she mouthed to him, "Trace." He nodded, and Bob stood, came to her side, and listened.

Honey, where is your mommy? Nike said.

In bed, the girl sighed. Are you coming?

Yeah, baby, we are coming, Nike replied.

Okay, the girl said.

Boony held up a piece of paper, and Nike said to the girl, My friend is gonna talk to you while I come to you, okay? His name is Boony.

Okay, the girl said.

Boony looked panicked, but he took the phone and talked softly to the little girl.

Grab Match, we gotta roll, Nike said, and Bob nodded.

Shit, it was a kid, she shouldn’t have to deal with this shit, Nike thought as she ran to her bike.

As she mounted, Treat, War, Stone, and a limo pulled up to the curb. She didn’t have time to explain, so she just waved at them to follow her. Damn, they were going to need all the help they could get with a kid and a mother who was in an unknown condition.

Her eyes hit the two-people getting out from the limo, and she froze, what the fuck?

Mom…Dad…what the fuck are you doing here? Nike yelled.

Treat had a weird look on her face when she turned to look from Nike to her mother and father.

Shit, never mind, wait inside in the office. I will be back and then we can sort this out. We gotta get moving, a child called the hotline, Nike yelled, and she gunned the engine and took off.

She should have looked to see who was following her, but she didn’t care, she only knew she needed to move and move fast. The child was with a mother who was evidently unconscious; anything could happen.

Bob roared to her side on her bike as they neared the exit of the compound. The gates opened, and she nodded to the Prospect who was standing there.

Chapter One

Z was lying in bed bored out of his fucking mind when he saw Data running by the door. He called out to his brother loudly, damn it, something was going on now. He was staying at the fucking medical house for a week; it was the only way Boo would allow him to actually be discharged, the little butthead. He grinned, she was like a little sister to him, well all of them, and they listened to her, so she took advantage.

Nike was back, he knew it, and he was waiting for her to show up here. He knew she would come, because there was something between them, had been since they first met. However, with all the bullshit going around, Z and Nike hadn’t had time to connect, which was going to end now.

Data, Z yelled, and he heard his boots stop and then return to the doorway. What the fuck is going on?

Shit, I don’t know. Nike took a call, and everyone is moving out. Boony is in the Lady Riders office panicking ‘cause he had to talk to a kid, and he messaged me. I am going to help him out.

Do not fuckin’ leave me here, man, let me come, Z grumbled, he needed something to do, and over the years he had worked with Data on several things. He and the brother got along and had even shared a few of the hangers-on together in the past. He was a good guy, but he would never have thought about anything long term like some of the others had done.

Z struggled to get up on the crutches to go and do something useful today. Hmmm, Nike, maybe she was already in next door, maybe with him immobile he would volunteer to be a guard at the office for the Lady Riders. Their Prez had already asked for volunteers, so this may work out perfectly. Two birds one stone, no more fucking around.

Come on, gimp, Data laughed as he brought back the damn wheelchair the hospital had insisted he get, mostly because when the car hit him, it broke his leg in two places, which completely sucked but they were clean breaks and add on the thirty-five stitches, they said the crutches could do more harm than good. Whatever, it just meant he was a fucking invalid for a while, at least until the stitches were taken out. But he could get creative with Nike, he had thought about