Page 1 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

Chapter One

There were rules that men adapted to when they became part of a motorcycle club. Some clubs were as harmless as butterflies, just a place for men to get together and ride. Some clubs were wannabes, dabbling in illicit stuff or simply just using their bikes to fuck hot chicks. Others were the real deal. The true one-percenters. A group of men so tight and secretive that they had become somewhat glorified in the media. Only the club knew what truly went on. Everything else was just fantasy.

The Roaming Devils were true one-percenters and Ryker Dennison longed to be their leader.

At the age of fifteen, Ryker got the nickname “Cooch” when he lost his virginity to one of the Roaming Devils club whores. High on drugs and down to party, he fucked five women that night, earning him the title of “pussy whisperer”. The whores begged him to fuck them and he obliged. He didn’t give a shit how old they were or how old he was. Pussy was pussy and he liked it all.

His father had been part of the MC for his entire life and his grandfather years before that. It was in their blood. He wasn’t a good man. This was something he’d known from birth. He never dreamed of a different life, because life fucked everyone over no matter what path they chose. Then he met Ella.

Ryker lit a smoke and took a long drag off of it, watching as his kryptonite entered the Roaming Devils MC clubhouse. Club life wasn’t her scene. Her blonde hair was cut in a bob that fell around her shoulders and she wore blue scrubs that made her stand out in their eccentric crowd. While he couldn’t see her beautiful blue eyes from his current angle, he knew just how magnetizing they were. She was the only woman he’d ever met that had the power to make him fall to his fucking knees. He’d first met her in high school. They went to the same homeroom and she always loaned him a pencil because he never had one. She was too fucking good for his kind and he knew it. It didn’t stop him from wanting her, though.

He resisted her as much as he could. He banged chicks from afar, though he wondered what it would feel like to have her in his arms. He wanted to breathe in the scent of her skin and taste her sweetness. Most girls made him think of nothing but pussy, but Ella made him want more. He wanted to know her favorite color. He wanted to know what made her laugh. She had a fucking great laugh and he found himself doing whatever he could to hear it.

When he had turned eighteen, he’d become a full-patch member of the Roaming Devils and devoted most of his time to his club. Ryker didn’t want for anything as long as he did what he was supposed to do. While he was riding his bike and banging whores, Ella went to an Ivy league college and got her degree. She was a biology major or some bullshit and went on to apply to med school. She was so damn smart. Ryker knew she was out of his league, but he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to listen to her talk. The only conversations they had were the pencil incidents for nearly four years of high school. He didn’t talk to her and she didn’t make an effort to speak to him, either, until the biker rally came to town.

Ella had moved back home after graduating two years early from her fancy college. She came home to work in the emergency medicine residency program, which operated one of the free clinics in Atlanta. From what he could tell, she didn’t make shit and she put up with so much more than what she deserved. The free clinic was right in the center of Hartford Street, which was the notorious location for the biker rally. Ryker only went to sell his dope but when he saw another biker put his hands on Ella, his temper flared.

He rescued her from God only knew what that night and took her for a ride on his bike. That was the same night they had their first conversation.

Ryker took a drag off his cigarette, remembering the way she smelled like coconut. The memory gave him an instant hard-on. He wanted to bury his face in her neck and simply breathe her in. He wanted to touch her, to feel her soft skin beneath his fingers. She was so damn innocent and so fucking pure that he knew by touching her he would taint her. So he kept his hands to himself that night. They talked about everything. Ryker loved listening to her stories. He loved getting lost in her world.

They didn’t speak for five years after that night. Every woman Ryker fucked with did little for him. Pussy wasn’t pussy anymore. He started to crave Ella more than he craved the drugs. He got high to get her out of his mind, but the drugs only intensified her memory.

And that’s when he fucked up.

Ryker stared at his kryptonite while he smoked his cigarette. He didn’t know what the hell she was doing walking into the Roaming Devils’ house, but she sure as hell didn’t belong and wasn’t welcomed. A few of the club bitches greeted her with the snarky-assed attitude that only served to annoy him. They sucked cock for status and any new woman was a threat. His beautiful Ella glanced around briefly.

The area was full of men and women alike. Some were naked on a stripper pole, some fucking in the dark or snorting a row of coke off a whore’s ass. Ryker only saw Ella. It half pissed him off, but he kept his temper in check. He wanted to know what she wanted. Why she was there. She didn’t belong with his crowd and if she stayed long enough, he’d have problems he really didn’t want to deal with.

When she spotted him, she waved. Despite the circumstances, her smile lit up the fucking room. The two bitches that had stopped her glanced toward him, and Ryker found himself lifting a hand and waving her over. God, what the fuck was wrong with him? Wherever she went, trouble followed.

She came toward him and stopped when she reached his chair. So many women had stood in her place, half naked and gyrating in front of him. They worked hard to get his cock standing, then knelt before him to suck him off. Ella didn’t even have to try. Dressed in scrubs that did little to show her figure, she had him harder than a baseball bat by just stepping into the fucking room. He doubted that she’d suck him off, but it didn’t stop him from fantasizing.

And he couldn’t stop thinking about shooting his load down her throat.

“What are you doing here, Ella?”

She swallowed. “I wasn’t sure you remembered my name.”

How could he fucking forget? Ryker didn’t say anything as he stared at her, the smoke from his cig streaming up between them as it burned.

“Can we talk somewhere quieter?”

“No.”

He didn’t trust himself to be alone with her. Ryker had been down that road before. Nearly fucking her in her father’s home had not been one of his best decisions in life. Especially since the man was a cop and Ryker had been high, with a kilo of cocaine on him.

“I need your help.”

Yeah, he’d heard that one before. Every bitch needed something and when they didn’t know where or how to get it, they came to him.

“What can I possibly help you with?”

She licked her lips, obviously nervous. “I need some cocaine.”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “You came here to buy drugs?”

She blew out a breath. “Can you get me some?”

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