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  Raine’s Fall

  Blazing Outlaws MC

  Book 1

  Erin Osborne

  Copyright 2019© Erin Osborne

  All rights reserved. This book, or any portion thereof, may not be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the author except for brief quotations used in book reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  Proofreader: Kim Richards

  Raine’s Fall Blurb

  Raine Carpenter

  My world has been taken from me. For so long, it's been just my sister and me. Now, she's gone. No one will help me find her. So, I take off on my own to bring her home. It may not be the smartest decision, but I'll do what I have to. One meeting is all it takes to change my entire life once again. Satan turns my world upside down. Can I trust a man like him? Am I cut out for his lifestyle?

  Kyle 'Satan' Jones

  My life is simple and revolves around the club. I'm the President of the Blazing Outlaws MC. We walk, and live, on the wrong side of the law. The one thing we don't tolerate is violence of any kind toward women and children. After rescuing a group of women and children, I meet the woman that's going to be mine. Whether she knows it or not, I'm claiming Raine as my ol' lady.

  Character List

  Officers:

  President: Kyle ‘Satan’ Jones

  V. President: Andy ‘Capone’ Richards

  Treasurer: Colby ‘Tags’ Johnson

  Secretary: Noah ‘Torch’ Steele

  Enforcer: Jesse ‘Grinder’ Williams

  Sergeant At Arms: Danny ‘Gunner’ Jones

  Road Captain: James ‘Pyro’ Steele

  Members:

  Drago

  Taker

  Wrath

  Treyton ‘Venom’ Adams

  Prospects:

  Axel Jones

  Tony Colburne

  Kyler Nichols

  Steve Jacobs

  Shane Court

  Ol’ Ladies:

  Raine Carpenter

  House Bunnies:

  NeNe

  Rose

  Carly

  Lynn

  Silk

  Toni

  Kelly

  Businesses:

  Gun Running

  Drugs – weed

  Tattoo Parlor – Blazing Ink

  Bar – Outlaw Den

  Strip Club – Blazing Babes

  Dedication

  I would like dedicate Raine’s Fall to my PA, Melissa. You have become a part of my team, a great friend, and someone who works you butt off for your authors. The time you dedicate to us is amazing and you’re constantly trying to add to what you know so you can help everyone out even more. Thank you will never be enough to say for what you’ve done. This ones for you!

  Table of Contents

  Raine’s Fall

  Copyright 2019© Erin Osborne

  Raine’s Fall Blurb

  Character List

  Dedication

  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

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Epilogue

  Raine’s Fall Playlist

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Other Books

  Prologue

  Satan

  FROM THE TIME I was born, I’ve been in and out of the clubhouse of the Blazing Outlaws MC. My dad, Angel, was the President up until a few years ago when he was killed during a war with a rival MC. Angel is short for Angel of Death. Club life is the only way of life I know and one I’ve been groomed to be involved in.

  My earliest memories are of riding with my dad on his bike, much to my mom’s protests. She never wanted me to follow in my dad’s footsteps. There’s always a smile on my face bigger than any other boy I’ve ever seen when I’m on the bike. I got the sense of freedom from an early age and I’ve been hooked ever since.

  By the time I was five years old, my mom decided she had enough and left my dad. They never got divorced and she was never considered someone that was out bad. My dad made sure of that. No, they just went their separate ways and I got left with my dad. Mom was never cut out for being an ol’ lady to a biker. Not just any biker, but the President of a club. It takes a special kind of woman to be a President’s ol’ lady.

  Once my mom left, I was constantly at the clubhouse with my dad and uncles. The Blazing Outlaws clubhouse is a warehouse they converted into their sanctuary. As soon as you walk in the door, my dad’s office was to the right. A few pool tables take up the front left corner of the room. Between the pool tables and chapel, sits the bar with its scarred bar top and more than enough stools to fit the guys. Tables are scattered through the remaining area of the front of the clubhouse. Right next to the office sits a living area with a TV mounted to the wall and two couches with a loveseat sitting between them. We have a huge kitchen, the chapel, and a unisex bathroom at the back of the building before the door leading to the back yard. Upstairs are the member’s rooms and a laundry room.

  The only women at the clubhouse for the most part are the bunnies. They’re women here specifically to fulfill the needs of the men in the club. They clean, cook, and go from brother to brother. The endgame for them is to become an ol’ lady. It will never happen, but it’s what they want, nonetheless.

  In fact, the first time I had sex when I was fifteen was with one of the bunnies. She taught me everything I needed to know about pleasing a woman and I haven’t looked back since. Growing up around men that had sex out in the open whenever the need arose, I learned more than any other kid my age.

  There weren’t many other kids in the MC when I was growing up. The only other kid really was my cousin Gunner and his younger brother Axel. His dad, Ghost, was the Sergeant At Arms. We raised hell growing up and were in more trouble than our dads knew what to do with. Especially o
nce we learned what sex was all about.

  The only difference is both boys took their mom’s last name. Ghost was in a lot of shit in those days and they didn’t want the boys to have his last name. Nothing to tie them to the man who helped create them. So, the three of us share the last name of Jones. Not that my dad was in any better position to let his enemies know he had a kid. But, we never argued or questioned their logic.

  Our club is into gun-running and certain drugs. Mainly weed. We grow, sell, and occasionally partake in the green. There’s a bar called the Outlaw Den, Blazing Ink, and Blazing Babes our strip club. Blazing Babes is a good money maker. Especially when the girls choose to make a little on the side. It’s a controlled environment where they know they’re protected and can decide how far they’re willing to go.

  There’s a bylaw about drugs too. When my father was President, he didn’t care what the members did. They were into drugs and everything else. Hell, they used more than they distributed. When I took over, I added to the bylaws that no drug use of anything harder than weed and alcohol will be tolerated. People get greedy, sloppy, and they don’t care about the club anymore. They only worry about what they can use to get their next fix. We lost some brothers because of this.

  Now, a new generation has taken over the Blazing Outlaws. I’m currently the President with Gunner as my Sergeant At Arms. Ghost is still around, but he tends to stay at the bottom of a bottle and only comes out when something major is going on. He’s been that way ever since we lost my dad.

  The two men were inseparable when they were younger. Hell, they even shared a woman or two in their time. They met when my mom met my dad. Her brother is Ghost and the two men soon became closer than brothers. Ghost is lost without his best friend and confidant. I don’t know where I’d be if something ever happened to Gunner.

  Chapter One

  Satan

  FOR THE LAST two weeks we’ve been trying to find a bunch of women and girls that have been being kidnapped. Our intel tells us the cartel has them. We’ve been up against the Cartel before and we’ll be up against them again.

  We’ve been pouring over all the information we’ve gathered, gotten satellite images so we know what we’re walking into, and turned in more than one marker to help these individuals. I’ve been making sure every single lead we get is tracked down by one of the guys in the club and we make new friends and allies as often as possible. Our end goal is to bring them home to their families with the least amount of damage done to them.

  Unfortunately, when you’re in the hands of the cartel, that’s never the case. They’re more of the shoot first and ask questions later type. In fact, they’re the ones that took my father from us and I’ve held a grudge ever since. The only reason I haven’t taken my revenge is because I don’t have a death wish for the men of the club.

  We know there’s going to be backlash. It’s going to be bad when they realize we’ve taken their money from them as we rescue the girls. Thankfully, other than those living in the clubhouse, we don’t have to worry about too many outsiders. No one in the club has an ol’ lady right now. Our businesses will survive anything they do to them. It’s not like we haven’t rebuilt them before. The only concern I have is making sure everyone under my protection remains whole and safe.

  Right now, I’m in the zone. No one can get to me when I go to the dark place deep inside my soul. It takes a lot to pull me out of it. It’s a place I go to when club business is being handled or I hear about someone being abused. Because let’s be honest, women can abuse men too.

  One of the bunnies, NeNe, comes up to me since I’m the only guy left in the clubhouse. She wants to play and now is not the time. Not for me anyway. After we get back is another story entirely. I’ll need to blow off steam. The same with the rest of the guys.

  “Come on baby, let’s have a quickie before you leave. Just to take the edge off,” she says, batting her eyes and pouting her lips in an attempt to be sexy.

  “Not now,” I growl out.

  My tone leaves no room for argument. NeNe quickly backs off. She takes her ass off to do something else as I make sure I have everything I’ll need. My favorite Glock is tucked into the back waist of my jeans. I’ve got a knife tucked into each boot. Finally, there’s one more gun in the saddlebags on my bike.

  Making my way out of the clubhouse, I see the guys on their bikes waiting for me. Straddling the only woman in my life, I start the engine before I put my helmet and glasses on. Raising my hand in the air, my pointer finger straight out, I make a circular motion to let the guys know it’s time to ride.

  We pull out of the clubhouse with Capone, my Vice President, beside me, and the rest of the guys in formation behind us. It’s going to take us about an hour to get to the location we’re pulling over. Instead of feeling free riding the road, I feel the weight of finding these girls resting on my shoulders.

  To find out women and children were being abused, tortured, raped, and then eventually sold to another demonic person riles us up. Each and every single man among me doesn’t hesitate to jump in and volunteer to rescue them. In fact, it’s part of the club’s bylaws. So, here we go.

  Finally pulling up to our spot, we pull our bikes into a bunch of trees so no one passing by can see them. From there we have a two-mile hike to get to the warehouse where the women and girls are being kept. I’m leading one team while Capone is leading the second one. Capone and I are never on the same team.

  Gunner and I are rarely on the same team because we’re blood cousins. Torch and Pyro aren’t on the same team either. They work amazing together, but they’re blood brothers. That’s another part of our bylaws too. No blood members may be on the same team, and no members related by marriage may be on the same team either. We want to make sure there’s one member guaranteed to return home to their loved ones.

  My team consists of Torch, Tag, Grinder, Drago, and Venom. Capone has Gunner, Pyro, Taker, and Wrath with him. I’ll take the front while Capone goes to the back. We’ve all got comms in our ears so we can communicate with the other team in case of an ambush or some other disaster.

  “On my count,” I whisper into the comms when I know Capone’s team is in place. “Three, two, one.”

  Torch kicks the door in and ducks back in line. I can hear murmured curses coming from inside and I know we’re about to walk into a shit show. I round the door and see ten guys sitting around. They’re drinking and I can see the remnants of drugs and paraphernalia littering the tables and floor surrounding them.

  Off to the left of the tables the men are sitting at, cages line the remaining space. Inside the cages are multiple women and girls. The sight greeting me sickens and dread fills my stomach. We have to be careful when we take out the guys and approach the cages once everything is clear.

  “Satan, duck,” Torch yells, pushing me to the ground as a bullet flies by me.

  I hear his grunt as the bullet catches him in the shoulder. Rage fills me knowing one of my men was hit trying to protect me. Pulling my Glock from the waistband of my jeans, I start firing at any motherfucker that isn’t one of my guys. I only hope none of the girls are hit while we exchange fire.

  It’s finally down to one lone man on their side. Gunner and Venom grab the man so we can find out the information we need to go after the man at the top. That’s our end game and we’ll get to him eventually. It’s just a matter of persistence and following up on every lead.

  The rest of us carefully approach the cages holding the women and girls. We keep our voices as soft as we can while assuring them we’re here to rescue them. It takes longer than I’d like, but we eventually get them out of the cages with the help of one of the women here.

  “Call the Prospects and have them bring the vans over. Some of them are in bad shape and won’t be able to make the walk through the woods. Drago and Taker, you're with the girls,” I say, still keeping the rough edge to my voice out so as not to scare the girls.

  The men nod and we stand by the doo
r with the girls that can stand on their own. As the Prospects pull up in the van, we begin to carefully pick up the ones that are in too bad of shape to make it to the doorway on their own. It takes a while, but we finally get all the girls loaded up. Taker gets in one van while Drago gets in the other.

  I watch as Capone keeps his eyes locked onto one of the vans. Taking a chance, I open the back door and tell Taker to switch places with my Vice President. Capone gives me a look before climbing in the back and shutting the door behind him. One of these women has captured his attention and I’m not going to have him crashing his bike because of it.

  “Torch and Pyro, it’s time for you to do your thing. I don’t want a fuckin’ thing left of this buildin’ or the men we’re leavin’ in it,” I say, turning to the two men we leave in charge of blowing things up and making them catch fire.

  While Torch and Pyro are busy doing their thing, The rest of the guys and I load the two bikes up in the trailer we have behind one of the vans. We knew we’d need to transport at least one bike back because of the girls, so we came prepared. I’m glad we did with the girls we’re rescuing and now having to transport two bikes back.

  Once we make the hour-long trip back to the clubhouse, we send Drago to the hospital with the van of girls needing a doctor. He assessed them on the trip back and told me it’s not something we can avoid this time. Thankfully, most of the cops know what we do and how we step in to help when their hands are tied. There’s only one cop, Thorton, that will cause a fuss about us and he’s not on duty right now. He stepped over the line one too many times.

  Gunner follows me into the clubhouse where all the women and girls are grouped together. They’re not sure what to do or if they can truly trust us. So, I wait until all the commotion dies down and the men have a drink in hand before speaking.

  “We’re not here to hurt you or keep you locked in cages of any type. You’ll have the freedom to roam about. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask us. Now, we’re not females and we have no clue about what you’re goin’ to need or want. That’s where the bunnies come in,” I pause as the girls come in the room and spread out before us. “This is NeNe, Rose, Carly, Lynn, and Silk. They’ll help out with anythin’ you need.”