Series: Ravage MC #5
on 27 September, 2016
Genres: Romantic Suspense
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The Ravage MC is a family. Always has been, always will be. But life took them all on a different path, a path where they suffered loss, betrayal, and heartache.
Now it all comes down to this moment: a day of reckoning. After all, now they know the cause of all the turmoil their lives have become. And only one thing is on their minds: vengeance.
As with everything else, revenge comes at a price. And sometimes, the cost is far greater than one can bear.
Can they live with their choices and the consequences?
Or will the entire club feel more pain and loss?
** Please note, this is the final, full-length novel in the Ravage Motorcycle Club series. It is told from several different points of view, including but not limited to Buzz, Bella, Breaker, Pops, and Ma. Of course, in true Ryan Michele fashion, there are twists, turns, suspense, and action to keep you on your toes and the pages flying. Add in a feisty romance with alpha male hotness, including a m/f/m ménage scene, and like all the Ravage novels, it is intended for mature audiences only. **
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“I smile at my phone, seeing Buzz’s name flash on the screen. It’s been a couple of weeks since I have heard from him. I talked to Breaker, though, who said Buzz is doing club business—whatever the hell that means. I simply roll with the punches. I knew Buzz would call me when he had time. Over the last few months, he always does, and I am always excited to see my phone light up with his name.
Giddiness and tingles spread throughout my stomach as I slide the bar over to accept the call. “Hey, sexy,” I answer in what I hope is a sultry voice.
“Get your shit and get to the clubhouse now,” he orders.
Even though I should think about his words, a thrill races up my spine from the authority in his tone. I have gotten to know a lot about him, and loved every damn bit of it. His dominance is something that I have been missing with every other man I’ve been with. He makes me crave it, desire it.
Most of all, I feel this pull to him, not in a sexual manner; that is a given.
“No, my heart is involved because of the man he is: his strength, his commitment to the people around him, his care for his brother. I fear the moment when this will end, when we are no more. My heart aches at that thought.
“Bella?” is snapped into the line, and I pull myself together, focusing on his words.
“Get your shit and get to the clubhouse,” he repeats.
This time, the words click.
“Why? What’s going on?” Nervous energy surrounds me at the urgency in his voice. Sure, he has told me to be somewhere naked before, but never has he ordered me to the clubhouse with this type of urgency, maybe even fear, and that scares me.
“Bella, fucking listen. Get your shit and get to the clubhouse. Now.”
My eyes dart around my apartment, thinking of what I need to take. “Buzz, tell me something,” I say as I dart to my room, open the closet, and pull out some bags. I toss them onto the bed and unzip them.
“Shit’s going down, Bella. I need you here to keep you safe.”
I still momentarily as my chest tightens. “Am I in danger?”
“Could be. I’ll explain once you get here.”
“Is Breaker with you?”
“He lets out an exasperated sigh. “Yes, he’s upstairs. Bella, get your shit and get on the fucking road.” Losing patience is another thing that is not like Buzz at all. He’s the most patient man I know.
“Okay. I’ll throw some things together and be there.” I rush to my drawers, not really looking at what I’m tossing into my bag, just scooping up several pairs of shorts and jeans, shoving them in. I wad up some underwear and bras, tossing them in before I go to the closet and begin to pull things off the racks. No folding here, just stuffing.
“Be safe,” he tells me then disconnects.
Hastily, I finish in the closet then raid my bathroom and grab all my school books. Buzz’s tone has me on edge. There was almost a fear there that I haven’t heard from him before. That right there has me propelling to get my stuff and get to him.
While I’m curious to know what’s going on, I trust Buzz, and I trust his club. They protected Casey and me before; I know they will do it again.”