Enzo, the Enforcer: Death Riders

By Ethan Radcliff

Never love a woman named Gypsy.

She'll crush your soul. Enzo LaRusso gave his heart to her and lost everything.

His years in Attica, known as the enforcer, took their toll, and when he was finally out, he swore to find Gypsy and make her pay.

Closure was important.

But sometimes, a journey takes you to an unexpected door. Would a roadside mishap hijack Enzo's anger and vow of revenge?

*****18 and over please****

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bitten Press LLC
• Release date: Apr 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223267157

Ethan Radcliff

BIO: My name is Ethan Radcliff and I've been writing since I was a kid. I love creating and tried my hand at art, not bad, but not good enough. A guy's gotta eat. Through high school, I wrote erotic stories, kept them in a notebook and let a few girlfriends read them. I played football, baseball and ice hockey, but my brain never stopped thinking of sex. I guess most guys think about it all the time. I decided to put my thoughts into prose. I had been on face book for a while and never did anything interesting until I started to see all the writers. What really caught my attention were the poets, especially some of the ones posting erotic prose.  I was intrigued, men who were writing erotic romance, I knew it was time to get out the old notebook and throw on some poetry. I was surprised at the response. I’ve often been asked what inspires my writing. Sometimes it’s a photograph, a sunset or an attractive woman. The jiggle of a full ass or heavy breasts will set my mind in motion. Sometimes, out of nowhere, an idea will come to mind. I record and write down my thoughts constantly. I want to thank Bitten Press and the two lovely ladies who run it for encouraging me to go for it and I did. I also need to thank a very patient and lovely friend Kendall Blackburn Barnett who is my PA and putting up with my antics. I want to thank all the wonderful people who read what I write. And the lovely ladies who help get the word out there about my writing. As you know, I’m an elusive fellow, smiles, perhaps that’s part of my charm. Who knows what the future holds? My first short story is The Taming of Molly Jenkins. It’s hot. Is it based on personal experience? Don't we all pull from real life? The next short story is The Wait, Brit’s undoing...that I hope you'll enjoy. Since those early works, many more have evolved including a paranormal series, Desires of Blood, DOM, The Collaring of Molly Jenkins and my first novel A Man of Honor.  Two thousand and sixteen brings more full-length novels and I will always venture into new erotic genres. Thank you for listening and to all those who are enjoying my poetry, thank you. Ethan Radcliff

Book preview

Prelude

Attica

Enzo La Russo was the head of a gang of bikers in Attica. He ran it like a motorcycle club with a code of honor with no bullshit, and the men had to respect one another. What they did on a personal level, as long as no force was involved, did not concern him. It was a prison and one of the most notorious in the country.

They were still men and needed to be treated as such and not like animals.

Enzo was a Death Riders motorcycle club member, and the chapter he belonged to was based on Long Island, New York. He’d go home. He wanted to go home, where he felt the most comfortable. 

After spending five years in Attica, Enzo would be out soon, and his time served with no parole. He was determined to live the rest of his life on the straight and narrow.

A few years earlier, he’d been released on parole and met Gypsy. He believed she was the love of his life.

He was wrong.

Never fall in love with a woman named Gypsy.

He made two vows as he left Attica. Never go back to prison and forget Gypsy. He did some fucking stupid shit in his life, but he considered Gypsy the worst. Enzo had gotten away with murder, literally.

Every man in prison has a story to tell. Gypsy was Enzo’s.

Chapter One

Out on good behavior 2021

His behavior in prison wasn’t exemplary, so Enzo La Russo never expected to be out on parole and was surprised as he walked out of the gates of Attica. He and another Death Rider named Doc left the notorious prison together, except Enzo still had another two years of parole to live out. Enzo was surprised when they accepted his request to move his parole to Nevada. There he could help Doc look for his son.

Now in Nevada, Doc found his kid, and Enzo was anxious to return to New York. There he had some unfinished business and a chapter of Death Riders with friends that he missed.

Enzo was invited to dinner at Doc’s place. Wynonna, Doc, and Priscilla’s neighbor was also invited. Unfortunately, Enzo had accidentally met her; he’d hit her car the other day.

That evening he never expected to kiss Wynonna. But when she pouted and tilted her head, he decided to bury the hatchet. He was surprised when she made the first move.

I guess we were both at fault. Sorry, I was such a bitch. It was only a fender bender, and I didn’t mean to call you a caveman.

Enzo smiled and shrugged. Your car is being repaired, and they hired me back. The owner is an asshole and always goes off half-cocked. I’m sorry too. Let’s shake on it, Enzo said and extended his hand for her to shake.

She shook his hand, and on an impulse, he pulled her into his arms and took her lips. What he never expected was the deep kiss he was now enjoying. It was the kind of kiss that led to more, one that engorged his damn dick.

As quickly as the kiss happened, it ended and left them speechless.

Enzo cursed. Ah, fuck, Wynonna, I guess I owe you another apology.

She was dazed. Um, yes, I guess you do. Wynonna sat down on the couch. Enzo looked down. Is it okay if I sit down next to you?

You are kidding, right, she whispered. You just fucked me with your tongue. I’d say sure, why not.

He sat down next to her. I’m not going to beat around the bush. I like you. I’ll confess, even in that schoolmarm outfit you wore the other day when we had that fender bender. I thought you were damn hot.

Wynonna giggled. Oh my God, schoolmarm? Is that what went through your mind?

No, what really went through my head, was, I’d like to fuck this bitch.

She raised her eyebrow and smirked. You’re crude.

Yes, I am. And I’m an ex-con, babe, dangerous, and out on parole. I’m fucking kinky, and you couldn’t possibly keep me happy in bed.

He saw that his vulgar language didn’t make her cringe. Now that was a start.

You want to shock me, don’t you?

No, Wynonna, for the life of me, no, however, I do want to fuck you, and again, even that surprises me.

Wynonna gave him a wide-eyed look, then smiled. It surprises me, too, because I have the same thought.

Priscilla and Doc returned, and now Wynonna and Enzo sat quietly beside one another. Priscilla grinned at the two of them. It seems you two might have hit it off?

Wynonna smiled. That’s a real possibility.

Dinner is ready. Let’s eat, Doc announced.

The four sat down, and the chicken parmigiana aroma made them smile.

Baby, this smells delicious, Doc said, eyeing Enzo.

Priscilla served up each plate with a hearty slice and scoop of pasta. She then tapped her nails on the plate. "We saw you kiss her, Enzo. Why the silence now? If you want to fuck each other, then what’s the problem?

Doc nearly choked on his mouthful of food. Priscilla, he hissed. Baby, no more beer or wine for you when we have company.

I’m perfectly cognizant, Doc. These two are acting like teenagers. She stopped, took a forkful of chicken, and gave them both a huge smile. Sorry, I forget what it was like when I first met Doc or when he kissed me. My toes literally curled.

Enzo laughed. Priscilla, you do have a way of breaking the silence. Enzo took Wynonna’s hand. She’s right, babe. I think there was some toe-curling.

Wynonna laughed. I will agree there. She then asked Priscilla about Adam, Doc’s son. Where is Adam? Kids love Italian food.

Priscilla took a bite of her chicken and then answered. He was sound asleep when I went to check on him. The last few days were too emotional for him and had exhausted the kid. But he is back with his father, and it’s where he belongs.

Doc added, But he said he was home. That made me feel good.

Wynonna was a middle school teacher, and Adam would be attending her school. I read his records. He’s a smart kid. He’ll do exceptionally well in our middle school and with you two. He’s a lucky kid because your love is catching. I mean, it’s genuine. You get what I mean. Now she was blushing.

Enzo covered Wynonna’s hand with his. It is catching, he said, looking at Doc.

The evening went by as Doc and Priscilla talked about their motorcycle journey across the country. Priscilla praised Doc. My man had the entire trip mapped out, motels and all. I loved every minute of the trip.

Wynonna said. "I’d love to do that just once in my life.