Taken by Sadistic: Rage Ryders MC by Liberty Parker

to rest in the plot designated for all Rage Ryders. The Ol’ ladies would be buried on top of their men. I’m not sure how ethical or legal it is, but the guys have had this all paid up and planned with the gravesite directors. I know I am proud and would be honored to lay on top of Tic, I can guard him in the afterlife the way he guards me in this life. The more I think about death and how unexpected it is, the guiltier I feel for running and hiding from him for the last four years. I should’ve trusted him to watch over Lila and me.
     
           I notice Ryder nearly trip as he is lost in his own head that holding Skylar up almost becomes too much for him. Suddenly, he grabs her and pulls her into his arms and whispers in her ear for only her to hear. She nods and looks up at him and I watch the love shining in his eyes as he wipes tears from her eyes. I know this isn’t the right time, but I can’t help but admire the love these two have for each other. I must have stopped to watch because Tic pulls my hand urging me along beside him.
     
    “Sorry babe, just wanted to make sure Skylar is alright before we move on. I worried there for a minute she was going to collapse.”
     
         The way he looks at me has me stopped in my tracks. He is showing me the love he has for me and my worries for his family.
     
    “I love you, Angel, I have no idea how I’d make it through this without you. You and Lil’ Bit are the only reason I haven’t gone after the son of a bitch myself.”
     
           Looking in his eyes I can see he’s telling me the truth. Telling me we are his world, before all others. It’s a look I will cherish until the day I take my last breath. We all move along and take positions around King’s casket. Every one of us women stand next to our men. We are all cocooned in their arms as they hold on to us, needing us to keep them standing, keep them sane, and keep them from going on each and every single one of their own suicide mission in retaliation for their President being taken from them. Before they were ready to say goodbye.
             As soon as the pastor says his last religious farewell’s it’s time for us women to say goodbye individually so the guys can give King his brotherhood farewell.  Each one of us makes it through, even Skylar, without collapsing or losing it, other than the tears each of us leaks from our eyes as we give our private farewell.  We stand back giving the guys room to surround their President. We hold hands and bow our heads as his blessing to walk and ride in the afterlife is given by each and every one of his brothers and all of the other clubs King’s made an impact on.
     
     
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Chapter 21
     

~ Tic
     
     
               I keep an eye on the women as they say their own goodbyes, preparing for my brothers and myself to gather around King’s casket to give him his final send-off. I can’t help but have my eyes on my Angel and Skylar. Each in their own ways having a difficult time with today. Kid is holding up surprisingly well. Not sure if he’s accepted his father’s death, or if he’s holding strong in front of his brothers. Either way, I’m fuckin’ proud of my brother.
     
             It’s time and all I can think of is, why him, why now? Jed says a final prayer over his casket and steps back givin’ us room to give our Prez, our leader, our father and one of the only men I’ve ever known.
     
    In unison, as if we’ve been practicin’ we all send King to his final restin’ place. We say our biker prayer as if it’s scripture. As if we’ve known this and said it a million times. Truth is, we learn it just as we learn our bylaws.
     
    Biker above who rides with the Angels, guide us as we mount our ride.
    Guide us along our way with the halo your wear and keep us safe from harm today.
    Let your wings carry us through the wind and surround us as we are coursing through our journey. You are the sun