Welcome to Hell

By Harley McRide

Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences 18+. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. Ménage – MFM.
In book seven of the Ops Warriors: Shark and Blade have been friends forever. Every time a pair of the Ops men finds their woman, the two grow hopeful. Of course, theirs would be more like a regular old lady. So when they find her, she is everything but... She is hell on wheels—literally.
Rebel is on a mission, she is going to find the one responsible for her mother’s death, no matter what. Instead, she finds the Lady Riders and the Ops Warriors, a group of people who accept her fully. She has a home with them if she wants. But once she deals with the man who killed her mother, will everyone look at her the same way. Especially the two men who have captured her attention she regardless of her efforts to avoid them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jana Leigh
• Release date: Apr 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370053636

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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Welcome to Hell

Ops Warriors MC

Book Seven

by Harley McRide

© Copyright April 2017 Harley McRide

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Dedication

Ops Warriors was the first series I ever wrote, the characters in them are all so important to me. I am very protective of this series, and while there are some things in them that everyone may not like, I truly let my characters tell their own story. When I write, especially these books, I don’t need to think about anything, it’s not hard, or stressful. That being said, I understand as well how attached you have all become. Shady, Harmony, and Freedom are my original Lady Riders, through all the books they have entertained and shown what a real female is made of. These characters have become like my own family, and this book they have attempted to take over a little since they are trying to protect their men. Please have patience while you may not all like what is in these books, you will hopefully understand why it is happening.

Since I started this journey of writing, I have met some of the most amazing women. They have supported me through a lot, especially my recent illness. In January, due to a doctor prescribing me too much Prednisone, I developed Diabetes 2. I was very sick, my blood sugar dangerously high, I lost my sight for a while. It was hard for me since I love to write to suddenly not be able to. But every day I had someone messaging me, asking how I was, or just to make me laugh. I am pretty sure I would have gone crazy if not for this group of women! Michelle and Caroline, you know I love you guys. And the ladies from the Harley, Carson, Wren, and Rayne Group on Facebook! You are forever my friends, and I cherish your support!

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

Epilogue

Books by Harley McRide

About the Author

Prologue

There were two things that Rebel ‘Taz’ Maquire knew, one was that she didn’t give two shits about what people thought of her, and two, if anyone voiced their opinion she would shove it up their ass. She learned long ago that it didn’t matter what the fuck happened in life, it was up to you to make it better or be a pussy and curl in a corner and die. Rebel would never give up, ever. Which was why it led her to where she was currently going, the Ops Warriors business—Bitches 2. Rebel had heard a lot about the women who used to work at the original strip club, Bitches, hell, they were legends in San Diego right now. Shady, Freedom, Treat, Rain, all of them were now Lady Riders, which meant one thing to Rebel, she was going to belong again.

Rebel had grown up in an MC Club. Her father, Tegan ‘Chains’ Maquire, the President of the Blood Eagle MC in New Orleans, LA. Her mother, Lindy ‘Snoopy’ Maquire, had been the perfect old lady. Growing up, she had it all, and would still have it all if the Black Hearts MC wouldn’t have destroyed it. She had been the Princess of Blood Eagle and damned if she hadn’t grown into her name. She knew the ins and outs of the MC world since she had witnessed the good and the bad. Her parents’ club had walked the line between legal and illegal. They made their money various different ways, but mostly they made it by gambling, and no not a casino. They were for lack of a better word bookmakers and dealt only with illegal betting. It paid the bills and was still paying the bills for the club, but her father, though still in charge, was doing it alone, her mother was dead. That was why Rebel was in San Diego, she was going to get her revenge, and the Ops were the only way to do it.

It happened when she was sixteen. Rebel was a good name for her because she did like to run wild, but her mom, well...her mom kept her in line. But on the night that her father and his brothers were out on collections, the Black Hearts thought they could come into their compound and take what was theirs, and her mom didn’t let it fucking happen. She lost her life defending the club money, old ladies, and the club children, all who had been left behind at a Cajun boil. The bastards had attacked women and children.

Rebel grimaced as she ran a hand across her stomach. It was her only hesitation when she applied to Bitches 2, would her scars automatically exclude her? Thankfully the answer had been no, especially since her costume covered it, mostly. What it didn’t cover, her tats did. She had gotten them to cover the reminders of that day. Her plan was going to work, it had to because Rebel wasn’t going home until she could tell her dad she had killed the motherfucker she witnessed kill her mother. He was a dead man, she just needed to find the fucker.

Pulling open the door to the strip club she had been hired at just last month, she sighed. The other women who were hired with her had gone for a drink with Rebel the night they announced their choices. It seemed like a good thing to do and Rebel had been glad, not only had she learned about the Lady Riders, but she had also made some new friends she hadn’t had in a long time. Silk, Paris, Tequila, and Blue were all there for various reasons, but mostly, because they all wanted to belong to the Lady Riders, and this was the way to do it. Their leader, Shady, spent a lot of time in the club. It was made clear none of the dancers were ever to be a club whore, ever, if they did, they were fired. No one who worked for the Ops Warriors was sluts. Those women the guys picked up and kept around until they were tired of them.

It was the reason Rebel respected the Bitches, even though they were strippers, or as Kink liked to call them, hoochie dancers. The respect given to them mostly because of how they got there. The interview process wasn’t a normal one when applying to be a dancer at Bitches 2. Sure they wanted to see you dance, which they all could. But they also asked questions and were given drug tests, VD tests, and background checks. Rebel and the rest of the girls were told flat out, they didn’t fuck anyone from the club unless they were sober and they talked to Shady about it first. Everyone was going to be on the same page. Rebel didn’t have a problem with that. She wasn’t here to fuck one of the guys. She was here to make sure when the Ops went up against the Black Hearts, she was right fucking there to help. Plus, she wanted to make a new home for herself. Her father had his club, she wanted her own. The Blood Eagle MC held too many bad memories. But two men, Shark and Blade, were making it hard on her. She knew they were interested in her, and she was interested in them, but it was never going to happen. She had something she needed to do, and honestly, it meant a fuck of a lot more than a lay.

Rebel wasn’t surprised by the relationships the Warriors had with their women, being in the biking life, nothing really shocked her, hell, there had been more than one ménage in her father’s club. So that wasn’t a turn-off. It was because they were bikers, and because of that, she knew they would have a hard time with the type of woman she was. Rebel made no excuses or apologies for being a mean bitch, and she would never be a shrinking flower like some old ladies. She noticed the Lady Riders were a lot like her, but she was still watching. She had seen them with the Warriors and knew the guys respected them. What she didn’t know was if it was all just surface, if the guys really allowed them to do things a real club would do, and until she had that question answered, nothing was going to happen.

Hey, girl, Maxi said when she walked in the door. She liked Maxi, hell, she liked all the Warriors.

Max, Rebel said and hit the bar he was standing behind cleaning glasses. Bike’s out front, can you watch it for me? I only need to pick up my check, and I am outta here for two days.

Maxi snorted and said, Yeah, girl, I got it.

She was wearing her normal attire, a pair of tight jeans with holes in them, a black Bitches 2 tank that showed off not only her tats, but also her tits, which to her were her best attributes, and her HD steel-toed boots she wore when she rode her bike, which was every day, even in the rain. That was one thing she loved more than life itself—her bike. She named her Pussy Cat when she first got her because she purred. An HD 1200 Custom Sportster with a black tank and sky blue custom design on it. She was her baby, and Rebel did not fuck around with her bike.

Rebel was going to drive up the coast, several of the Black Hearts were seen just up the road in Los Angeles buying some parts, so she was going to check it out. Her father’s VP, Sonar, called her last night. If something were going down, she was going to be ready, but also, it was a prime way to get her foot in the