Rain Falls (7 page)

General Rick Tang put down the phone and leaned back. Shit, what has Storm gotten herself into now? He grabbed his case and walked out the door calling to his secretary to clear his calendar, he was going out of town on an emergency.

Creed and the others didn’t know it yet, but they were about the get the help of an extremely pissed off father. He had been watching that fucker for a long time and had just been waiting for him to slip up. The phone call he just intercepted was all he needed in order to make it happen, but only after he extracted a bit of personal revenge himself. No one fucked with his daughters.

It wasn’t two hours later that he had his flight itinerary, bags packed, and ready to go. With backup at the ready and the airborne unit on twenty-four hour stand-by, there was no way in hell this motherfucker was going to get away. If he lived long enough to look him in the eye, the General had every intention in showing him what real suffering was and make him relive each demon act he’d committed tenfold.

Rain walked into the bar and spotted Shady and the girls waiting over in the corner. She walked over and sat on a stool, ready for the blow up she knew was coming. Abi handed her a shot, and waited. “We are a family. If one has a problem, we all have a problem. Trust is something that binds us together in blood. To have your place with the Lady Riders, you had better never forget that again. We clear?” All of the girls stared at her, waiting for an answer. Of course she’d trust them. This…atrocity that she’d withheld from them yet they’d given her a second chance, spoke for the Ladies.

“Crystal.”

“Good. Now we drink to it,” Shady grinned, holding her glass up. The others followed, and without hesitation, Rain raised hers. The girls chugged down the amber liquid and set their glasses down waiting for Shady to continue. Their Church had shown what little faith they’d had in the Ladies. There was no way in fuck they were going to gain any kind of control, or dictate who came and who went.

“The boy scouts need to learn real fast that we say what we do, when we do it, and how we do it. There won’t be any folding, no matter what,” Shady said.

“Agreed,” the girls chorused.

“Now, we need to come up with a plan on how to take that son-of-a-bitch out and everyone around him. Start gathering all the info you can on Zane, Nike needs another hacker, who here is good at that? We need what contacts he has, who’s working with him, that kind of shit.”

“I can hack and erase, I also know how to spoof, which will leave a footprint of whoever I want, even the account holder,” Bree said.

“Good. Let’s see what kind of interesting ways we can leave a message for any wanna-be-Zane replacements that may arise. It was bodies on pikes last time… Maybe fucking balls in a jar? When we are done, this shit will stop for good. Maybe not everywhere, but for here it will,” Abi grinned, chugging her beer.

“Sounds good. I can give you all the names of the people I overheard him say or talk about. He’d mentioned before that there were numerous houses getting and holding girls. This time, we make sure there aren’t any left alive and no one steps up to fill their position.” Rain felt more rage against him for what he did with every passing day. It haunted her that she had been capable of turning a blind eye to that. Human trade, which was only the small section of the evil they committed against the girls, was sickening.

“The guys are gonna be a problem,” Freedom laughed.

Shady nodded her head and looked at the women around the table. “They are, and this is gonna be an uphill battle, they will try to go around us at every turn, but we just need to stick together, and we can do this. I get what they are concerned about, and all of us know there is nothing guaranteed in life.”

“Yep, but I couldn’t live with myself if I sat back and did nothing,” Rose said and the others agreed.

“No one takes chances on their own, if something goes down, we are there. Now, we gather information, but we also need to brush up on self-defense, and weapons,” Abi added.

“Right, we have a range. I also bet we can find a trainer or two who will help us,” Rose smiled.

“Make him hot and buff just enough to piss off the guys and I am in,” Harmony said. They finished planning and then finally sat back and relaxed.

Heaven finished her drink and waved at the bartender for another round. Their talk eased into an all-out party. “So what’s the deal with you and Knight?” Heaven asked Rain.

“Nothing. He’s an asshole,” she huffed.
Ugh
. Just the thought of his name raked across her nerves.

“Mmhumm. I’m telling you, girl, them guys stood up for you against their own. Ain’t no way in hell they’d do that unless they were staking their claim,” Nike said over the jukebox playing in the corner.

“Fuck no. I don’t know why he did, but it wasn’t that.” She knew how he felt about her because he couldn’t be around her without spouting some sort of bullshit out of his hole.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Bree said behind the lip of her glass.

“Oh, I’m positive. That fucker can just stay the hell away from me. The less I have to deal with him the better.” Rain slammed back a shot. She sat her glass down and held on to the edge of the bar with one hand to keep from getting off balanced on her stool.

“Too bad,” Knight’s voice boomed from behind her. Her head flipped around and she saw both Knight’s and Charro’s arms locked over their chests, their eyes focused on her.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Taking you home,” Charro said, walking toward her.

“What? No. Home? Who the fuck do you think you are?” His bossy smirk set the whisky in her veins on fire and she was bowed up and ready.

“That hot little temper ain’t gonna do shit for you right now, Rain. Your ass is ours. The more you fight it, the redder that ass is gonna be.” Knight walked up to her on Charro’s other side, boxing her between them.

“Back off,” she warned. That, for some insane reason, made the Neanderthal fuckwads chuckle.

“Or what?” Charro taunted.

“Or I’ll fuckin’ make you back off,” she said, her voice low. Charro grinned again, sending her temper through the roof.

With Knight closing in from behind her, all Charro had to do was step up. When Rain tried to step backwards, she ran into Knight. Charro’s lips crashed down on hers, his hand winding in her hair to keep her tight against his lips. When he’d kissed her hard enough she quit trying to push away, Knight flipped her around and took his place. Once he’d pulled away, she was swaying and out of it. “Come on,” Knight said, grabbing her hand. Charro grabbed her purse, and nodded at Shady. This was
them
making their claim on her so everyone would know that she was theirs and theirs only.

They led her out of the bar and into the truck, getting her seated in the front seat between them. When her attitude came back, there was nowhere for her to go. “What the hell was that all about?” she tossed sass at them.

“Two,” Charro said from behind the wheel.

“Two?” she parroted.

“Swats to that ass with my belt,” he threatened with eyes still on the road.

“What? That’s fuckin’ ridiculous.” She jerked her shoulders back, readying to fight. They were fucking insane if they thought they were going to order her around and then spank her like a child. She’d beat the living shit out of them.

“Five. Keep running that mouth,” Knight warned.

“I’m gonna bloody your fuckin’ mouth if you don’t stop.” Yeah, alcohol probably wasn’t the best additive in this little anger management issue.

“Ten,” Charro said, upping the count, which upped her attitude.

“Fucking ridiculous.” By the time they stopped at Slinging Ink, Charro and Knight had agreed on fifteen. If they thought for a second that would ever happen, they were more stupid than they looked. Not that they didn’t look sexy as hell despite her urges to slit both their throats. It didn’t matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t ignore that.

Knight grabbed her arms and pulled her over with her head in his lap and Charro twisted her body until her ass stuck up in the air, facing him. “Warned you,” he growled, low and husky. He reached under her and unfastened her jeans while pinning her down. Charro slid them over her hips to stop just above her knees and before she could focus on what the hell they were doing, Charro’s hand came down on her ass in a sharp sting.

“Fuck!” she yelled. The sting had her jumping, but Knight held her down tight. By the third whack, the heat seeped to her clit and sent a spasm through her pussy. The hotter it got, the closer she got. Her yells became moans, making both guys grunt in satisfaction. She felt a trickle of cream slide down her leg and Charro’s finger slipped between her slick folds.

“She’s fucking dripping, man. Such a tight little cunt.” He prodded her opening, not giving her what she needed. When he pushed on her clit and made circles, she felt it building up. She was going to come all over his hand and then he fucking stopped. Her pants were righted and she was helped into the room before her brain caught up with what had just happened. Her bed wasn’t five feet away. She wanted nothing more than to strip off her clothes, fall on her back, spread her legs, and beg for them to fuck her over and over but that wasn’t gonna happen. They’d tried to show they had the power. Well, that power was going to be shoved up their ass.

Charro stalked toward her, his eyes locked to hers in a way she couldn’t look away. She knew what he was doing but wasn’t about to fall prey no matter how fucking hot he looked. Oh no. That badass attitude and so sexy bare chest… Those abs… The way his tattoos appeared to be etched in his skin… Those dark, intense eyes… Fuck! Rain shook her head and took a couple steps backwards, determined to get the hell out of there. He thought he was all that, and even though he was, the bastard needed to learn he couldn’t just demand shit and expect her to jump and run. She jumped for no man, and didn’t run. Ever. If she was running, you had better follow because that meant something was chasing her that she couldn’t take on. There wasn’t much she couldn’t handle, so whatever it was would be zombie type shit. A small smile tilted the sides of his mouth and she felt that little bit of annoyance seep through the lust filled fog he’d created and embraced it. Anger was good. She stepped back a couple more feet and once she thought she had enough ground between them, turned on her heel to stomp off. Instead of making it to the ‘off’ part, she stomped right in to a solid steel chest. Two python arms wrapped around her, and before she’d caught her breath after having it knocked half out of her, another set of hands landed on her hips, their fingers digging in her flesh through her jeans. Fuck. It didn’t matter how pissed off she was, there was no resisting encased in this bad boy sandwich and she didn’t want to. Charro grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head backwards, slamming his mouth against hers. He swallowed her screams when Knight shoved his hand down her pants and went straight for her clit, skipping the soft touches and going straight to intense circles that had her pussy gushing from the abrupt connection.

“Fuck yeah,” Knight grumbled. “Show me those tits.” Charro slid his hands up her sides and yanked her t-shirt up over her head, leaving it around her wrists. His free hand tickled up her back, using little effort to work the fastener on her bra, freeing her huge breasts with a bounce. He cupped one, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until she gasped. His mouth lowered to her ear.

“We’re gonna fuck you until you beg, Rain. Fuck you until you can’t think of anything but our cocks deep in that little body of yours. Then, when we’re done, we’re gonna fuck you again.” Charro gave her other nipple the same treatment, pulling and pinching it until she arched her back against his hand.

“I don’t remember giving either of you permission,” she hissed, tugging against her restraints. She managed to get one arm lose before he laughed and used her shirt to tie her wrists together in tight knots. Knots, that unless she had a knife, she’d never get out of.

“Don’t remember asking.” Knight shoved two fingers knuckle deep in her soaking little cunt and watched her fold. Oh, she may be full of hate and discontent, but her dripping pussy said she wanted it and wanted it bad. He worked her over good while Charro swallowed her poor half ass attempts at protest that turned quickly to moans. When he felt her pussy start to clench and pulse around his fingers, he pulled out. She arched her hips toward him, chasing the release she craved.

“Mmm. That’s better. You’re gonna come on my cock, Rain. Then, you’re gonna keep coming until we get done with you.” Knight sucked her juices off his fingers and stood, nodding for Charro to take her to the bed. He grinned and released her just long enough to toss her over his shoulder and carry her to the bed in the corner. She landed and bounced, her hands still bound, jeans on, and boots bunching up the covers. Charro saw her struggling and grinned.

“Here, baby.” He reached over and took her boots off, tossing them behind him. He used the palm of his hand to push her flat against the mattress and worked her jeans, ignoring her disgruntled murmuring. Once he had them off and tossed in the floor, that’s when he noticed she didn’t have panties on, and the hungry side got hungrier. He looked over at Knight and grinned. “Look at that. We were in such a rush in the truck, I hadn’t paid attention.”