Chains

By Harley McRide

Tegan Maquire was better known as Chains in his MC Club Blood Eagles that he was the president of. For years he had put the club first, and they had done well. Now it was time to get a little bit for himself. His daughter in San Diego with her men and the Ops Warriors, and his wife killed by another biker club he was by himself except for the guys. And they weren’t much company.
In steps, Carole Kincaid, who was a spook for the government, suddenly showed up at his doorstep, asking for a place to lay low. He was certainly not going to turn a beautiful woman away. At least Carole knew what his club did.
Thrust in the middle of a dangerous situation, the Blood Eagles will protect their own, and that included Carole, weather she wanted protection or not. As the situation explodes, so does Chains and Carole's feelings for each other.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jana Leigh
• Release date: Mar 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463832301

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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Chains

Book One

Blood Eagle’s

by Harley McRide

© Copyright April 2018 JK

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Table of Contents

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

Other Books

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Prologue

Chains

The night my wife Lindy was taken from me, I thought I would never again find anyone that would measure up to her. My daughter Rebel still remembered every second of the attack, since she had been right at her mother's side till the end. The fucking Black Hearts had been the ones to do it, all because of the power I held in Louisiana. They wanted a cut of our area, but I refused. I had been young at the time of the attack, a head full of hate and grief; I put everything to the side, I am ashamed to say, even my daughter. We had set off to find the bastards who had attacked the compound but had been unable to find them. So, I spent days going over what happened, meshing everyone's points of view together to get a picture of my wife's last day.

My club had been on a ride; all the guys on their bikes, while the women were getting the cookout ready for when we returned. We had been across the canal when we heard the faint gunshots. I ordered everyone back to the compound, just in case something was going on. The whole time, I tried to convince myself the shots had not come from our compound. Unfortunately, I had been wrong.

When we saw the gate broken down as we arrived, all my men gunned their engines to get to the main house quickly. When I arrived, I saw my daughter crying and holding her mom, Lindy, as she was bleeding from several gunshot wounds. I remember running to them and screaming, NO!

Grabbing both of them and looking at my wife, who was trying to smile and talk, I saw her saying goodbye with her eyes. I refused to accept it. The pain from grief goes right to your soul and settles there. It was like I was in a nightmare, and the universe refused to let me wake up. I held my sobbing daughter and my wife's hands as she slipped away.

It had been the worst moment of my life, besides the funeral, which ranked up there. I felt helpless to console my daughter as my rage was consuming me. Finally, after a week, I took off to find those who killed my wife. My VP at the time had been Ace; he had come with me. We rode for days, looking for those bastards. We knew from the other woman at the main house. The Black Hearts had been the ones who attacked. They recognized their cuts.

Muther fuckers were seriously hard to track because they had been doing this shit for a long time. Word had it, they had attacked over six compounds and always killed the President's old lady. It didn’t make sense, but they were crazy assholes. After a few weeks, I had finally decided to return home and wait until their stupid asses surfaced. They wouldn’t be gone for long.

My daughter had gotten it in her head when she was twenty-one, she was going to avenge her mother's death, and she, with the help of the Ops Warriors, Lady Riders, Furies, and Satan Sisters, had been able to do just that, that had been a month ago. Diving back to Louisiana had been bittersweet, my daughter had remained with my men, and she was happy. That is all I ever wanted. But I was once again alone, even though for the first time in years, I found a woman who sparked my interest. When we met, sparks had exploded, and all of the clubs were witnesses.

Now, as I led the club back to New Orleans, the only place I have ever lived, I was feeling restless. Who wouldn’t after all the time we spent in San Diego, where there was always excitement? My compound was situated along the canal with large brick walls surrounding it. It was larger than most, because it had been an old plantation, so the grounds were huge, and all of the outbuildings had been run down but replaced quickly.

We were driving through the desert right now, and damned if I didn’t appreciate New Orleans more. Sure, it was hot, but not this fucking hot. I motioned to pull over, and as the group of bikes move at once to pull into a bar that apparently had the best chicken wings in the state, I rolled my eyes and pulled into the first parking spot. The others pulled in beside me. The one next to me was Zeus, my VP for the last ten years. He had started out as one of the young bucks but moved up quickly since he had a commanding presence that made everyone follow him. I liked that, because seeing the future, he would be the one to take over eventually, and I had to know I was turning it over to the best man.

Snake walked over to me and sighed. Boss, this drive seriously sucks.

Snake was about the same age as Zeus; the two usually hung together when they were out. Zeus was subtly training the kid to be his VP. I agreed with that decision mostly because the man could shoot a pimple of a man's ass from a hundred feet. He was our best sniper in case anyone decided to attack the compound. I learned my lesson once and lost Lindy, never again.

Shitty drive, yes, but necessary. Come on, let's go get some grub and a gallon of water; we only have about a hundred miles to the next stop.

Snake groaned and began walking, Only a hundred miles. Should be nice a toasty by then.

I laughed and followed. This had been a hell of a ride. In the last three months, I found out my daughter was in trouble in California was bad enough. Finding out she was going through surgery had almost ripped my heart out. She was all I had left and damned if I was going to lose her, too. Then there was the matter of the Black Hearts that the Ops Warriors were dealing with. And since my daughter had looked so long for the Black Hearts, I was more than willing to help. In other words, we had been gone from our compound for a long while, and all the men were anxious to get home.

Then we could get back to business, not that we were hurting for money, hell no. We had enough, and while we were gone, several new houses had been built for a few of the new guys. We were growing, and that was what Chains wanted. The Ops and Furies had shown him the benefits of having a significant number of members, as it protected everyone. We already had a reasonable size, but we needed a few more.

I couldn’t help but feel like someone was missing from my club now, someone I seriously wanted to be there riding on the back of my bike. I just didn’t have the time to do it correctly, to woo her. So, I left and didn’t look back. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe not, but it was what it was and nothing I could do would change that. We were on different courses right now. Maybe someday our paths would intersect again, then I could finally move on with my life, with someone I knew my wife would approve of.

Chapter One

Chains

I could see the compound from the road and seriously almost groaned aloud. I had biker’s ass from riding more than 8 hours every day for the last four days. We were all exhausted, and all I wanted was my bed. It was calling to me from here.

I heard the guys whistling and yelling behind me and smiled. Yeah, we needed a little break from all the shit that had been swirling around us. A week should do before we got back down to business. Let the guys go to the Quarter and blow off steam. I would fish in the canal for a week and enjoy the peace. Things were going to be moving quickly after that; we will have more products and more customers thanks to the Furies and Ops Warriors.

I lead the club down the road to our compound, and as we got closer, I saw someone sitting outside the gate in a chair under a large, purple, frilly umbrella that was hiding their face. Not a good thing to come back to. It was probably a chick one of the guys knocked up. I knew it was a woman since she also had a small table with a drink sitting on it. And from the torn jeans fitting nicely over shapely legs, I knew I was right. Why the fuck was she sitting out there? I was gonna kick someone's ass.

As I pulled closer, I saw the woman was also wearing high heels. Fuck, there was