Ridge bleeding aces mc i.., p.1
Ridge: Bleeding Aces MC Iowa, page 1
Ridge
Bleeding Aces MC Iowa
erin trejo
Ridge
Bleeding Aces MC Iowa
erin trejo
Copyright © 2024 by erin trejo
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
1
Ridge
He glares at me from across the room, and the thought of snapping his goddamn neck flashes through my mind for the tenth time today. I should do it and end his miserable life for what he did to me.
“You gonna look at him like that all day?” Cage asks, pulling my attention back to him.
“I might,” I reply, looking back and giving the fucker the death glare. I hate the little motherfucker, and I should end this here and now.
“It’s over, yeah? What’s the point of starin’ him down?” he asks. I turn back to Cage and grab my beer, bringing it to my lips before taking a long pull.
“The point is he fucked my girl,” I state.
“That wasn’t all on him,” he reminds me right back.
“I know, but what kind of little fuck does that to a brother? One he needs in order to get patched in at that,” I tell him. Cage chuckles and shakes his head before running a hand through his hair.
“I get it, brother. I do. You’re pissed and have every right to be. He shouldn’t have touched your girl, but at the same time, she was spreadin’ her legs for him.” I don’t need the fucking reminder.
I thought I’d finally found something good in Marcy, someone I could spend my life with, but that was a fucking lie. She didn’t want me or the forever I wanted. She turned around and fucked the prospect behind my goddamn back. It failed on her part, though. He told everyone, and I mean everyone in the goddamn club. Now, they look at me as weak because I haven’t retaliated against him yet. Yet. That’s the keyword here. I have time to handle him as I see fit, and I will.
Marcy was a sweet girl I met at the bar one night. I should have known not to take her home and straight into my bed, but I did it anyway. And now look at the fucking mess I’m in. Look at what my world has come down to.
“I don’t need the goddamn reminder, Cage.”
“I think you do. You’re takin’ this all out on him when Marcy is to blame, too. She wasn’t innocent. She had a hand in it,” he says, pissing me off. Does he think I don’t know that? I know all too fucking well what she did.
“Doesn’t change the fact I want to snap his goddamn neck,” I inform him. Tarek chuckles as he glances over at Rig, the little son of a bitch I have my eye on. There’s tension in the air, and we can all feel it. There’s no denying I’m going to beat his ass; the only question is when? I think a sneak attack would work perfectly. Wait till the little bastard is least expecting it, and then I’ll pounce like a goddamn cat after a mouse. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
“You’re gonna blow a fuckin’ vein if you get any more pissed,” Tarek tells me.
“Tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t be pissed?” I ask him before looking around at the other guys. No one has anything to say. Exactly like I thought. I have every right to be pissed. He knew she was with me, and now the smug little fuck sits over there smiling with the other guys like he did no wrong.
“I got nothin’,” Knight says, making me chuckle.
“Exactly.”
“You ever gonna let this go?”
“After I beat his ass,” I tell them.
“Then do it. What the fuck are you waitin’ for?” Cage growls low in his throat. I know he doesn’t like the games I’m playing, but I don’t rightly give a fuck.
“Nope. I’m waitin’ for the perfect time, and then I’m gonna hand him his ass,” I inform the table. The guys laugh, but I don’t think it’s that funny. They wouldn’t be happy if it were one of their old ladies who did this shit, so why the fuck do they think I need to be okay with it?
“You’re fuckin’ crazy, Ridge.”
“No shit.”
“Can we talk business, or are we gonna sit and talk shit about Rig all night?” Cage finally asks. I adjust myself in the seat and shift so I’m facing the table and not that little shit.
“Business it is. What’s up, Prez?” I ask. He nearly rolls his eyes at me, but I just smirk at him.
“I got a call. Not our normal call, but it’s work. High-class movie star. She needs security while she’s home for the holidays,” he explains. The guys grunt, not wanting to be a part of that shit, but I perk up. A movie star? I can get down with that. How much trouble could she be?
“How many are needed?” Tarek asks.
“They only asked for one. You’d be with her the entire time, so you need to make sure you can handle that,” he adds.
“I got this,” I tell him. He turns to look at me and smirks.
“Oh, you do? Tryin’ to run from the little shit?” he teases.
“Fuck that. I still got somethin’ for him,” I tell him, making the guys laugh once more.
“You really want it?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’ll take it. Ain’t got shit else to do, and you assholes got your old ladies to deal with. I don’t have shit to do over the holidays anyway,” I tell him. He nods his head and holds out his hand to me. I shake it, knowing it’s a thank you. They want to spend the holidays with their women, and I don’t have one to spend it with anymore. It’s a win-win for everyone.
“Who is the chick anyway?” Knight asks.
“Olson Montgomery.”
“Who the hell is that?” I ask as they all turn to look at me.
“You don’t watch movies or what?” I shake my head. I don’t watch much TV, if I’m being honest.
“Hottest woman out there right now from what the media is sayin’,” Tarek adds. I shrug.
“Sounds perfect. I can trail her ass around and make sure no one fucks with her while she’s in town.”
2
Olson
“This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” I snap at Mitch, my manager.
“No, it isn’t. It’s a safety precaution, Olson.”
“No, it’s stupid. I’ll be with family.”
“And that means what? That someone couldn’t try to harm you just because you’re with family?” I sigh. I’m glad Mitch is worried about me and my safety, but I think having a bodyguard while on break is a little much. No one in my hometown is going to bother me. Why would they?
“I just think it’s a little overkill, don’t you?” I ask. I don’t want security around all the time. I don’t need it. And it’s the damn holidays! Who wants a stranger hanging around while you’re trying to enjoy the holidays?
“No. Not after the threat you received, I don’t.” I sigh once more as I lean back in my chair and nod my head. I’m famous. I’m not immune to threats these days. There’s always some kind of threat out there, but you have to decide if it’s worth the drama or ignore them, which is what we normally do anyway.
“Fine, Mitch. If it’ll make you feel better, I will use your security,” I tell him. What’s the point in arguing with him? I’m not going to win; I never do.
“Thank you. Was that so hard?” he asks as I stand and walk to him. He stands and pulls me into a hug.
“It wasn’t so hard,” I mumble under my breath. Mitch laughs and pulls back to look at me.
“I just don’t want anything to happen to you. It would kill me, and you know it,” he tells me. I know he cares about me like a sister, and I love him for that.
“Make sure my security guy is hot,” I warn him with a laugh.
“I don’t know what you consider hot,” he says, making me smile.
“Tall, muscular, tattoos,” I retort. He rolls his eyes and laughs.
“The bad boy type?”
“Who doesn’t want a bad
“Me! I don’t want a bad boy, and neither should you. There are enough scandals in Hollywood as there is. We don’t need to add to it,” he tells me. I can tell he’s serious, and there’s no way in hell I would ever get with my security, so I think we’re safe. For the most part, none of them are even close to my age. They’re all older and greying men who don’t come close to what I’m looking for in a guy.
“Noted. No, screwing the bodyguard,” I tell him as he smiles.
“You are going to give him hell, aren’t you?”
“Why would I do that?” I fake innocence.
“I know you, Olson. I’ve known you for years now, and I know when you get that look in your eye, you’re going to do something I’m not going to like,” he says.
“Oh, come on! I’m not that bad,” I argue.
“Aren’t you? What about the pranks on the set? What about the time you went skydiving when you weren’t supposed to?”
“Those weren’t that bad. It was sky diving,” I remind him.
“Which could have killed you! And might I add, you told no one you were going.”
“So, I’ll tell you first if I plan on doing something stupid,” I smirk at him.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Olson.”
“I wouldn’t say that. I don’t go that far,” I tell him.
“We’ll see. You want to meet the security guy now?”
“Sure. Bring him in.” Mitch stands from his seat and walks over to the door and pulls it open. I see him motion for someone to come in before I see the man. He was not what I was expecting. At. All.
This man is tall, with broad shoulders. He has sunglasses hiding his eyes, but I don’t miss the tattoos snaking up his neck or the ones on his hands, either. He’s not dressed like my normal security is, either. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone dressed like him aside from TV shows.
“This is Ridge. Ridge, this is Olson,” Mitch introduces us as the man reaches out. I awkwardly take it in mine as I let my eyes wander over him. He smirks as he pulls his hand away from me.
“Is this a joke?” I ask, looking at Mitch for confirmation.
“What do you mean?”
“He’s not in a suit and tie,” I tell him.
“I’ve been assured these guys are the best at what they do. He doesn’t need a suit and tie,” Mitch adds.
“You’re in an MC?” I ask him.
“Yeah. Bleeding Aces.”
“I thought that shit was only on TV,” I blurt, sounding a little shocked.
“Not at all. I’m the real deal,” he says, eyeing me through his glasses; I can feel his eyes on me.
“So, you kill people?”
“Olson!” Mitch scolds.
“What? I’m asking questions,” I say in my defense.
“Not the right kinds,” he adds.
“I kill if I need to. That good enough for you?” Ridge asks me. I nod, a little enamored with the man. I’ve never been up close and personal with anyone from a real MC before. I’ve been around actors who pretended to be, but never a real one.
“Can I touch the cut?” I ask, my hand already reaching out. The man shifts on his feet before nodding his head. I run my fingers along the leather, but I don’t miss how hard the man is underneath it, either. My eyes immediately shoot to his, but I can’t see them through the dark glasses. Although I know he’s following my every move.
“What’s it feel like?” he asks, his tone deep and raspy.
“Softer than I thought it would be,” I tell him. He nods as I let my hand fall away from him.
“Okay. Now that we’ve taken care of that. Ridge is going to be with you at all times. I hope you made arrangements for where he’ll be sleeping,” Mitch chimes in.
“He can sleep in my room.”
“What? Olson!”
“I have a pull-out couch. Calm down, Mitch.”
“You’re going to be the death of me. I can feel it.”
“Then what a way to go?”
“Behave, Olson. I mean it.”
3
Ridge
She’s hot. And I don’t mean that just because she’s on TV, either. The girl is hot as hell. It’s going to be fun keeping an eye on her. She’s mouthy, and I like a good mouth on a girl.
“You have been to jail?” she asks as we walk through the building and out the side door.
“Yeah. Few times,” I tell her.
“What for?”
“None of your business,” I tell her this time. I’m not going to discuss my shit with her. Not that I care that I’ve been to jail, I don’t. I just don’t plan on speaking about it with her.
“That’s a little shitty, don’t you think?”
“What is?”
“Not telling me why you’ve been to jail. I think I deserve to know, seeing how you’re going to be in my space and my house.”
“Assault and gun charges. Happy now?” I ask, looking over at her.
“Who did you assault?” she asks.
“Does it matter?”
“I guess not. Assault is assault.”
“Then let’s get to it,” I tell her as she stops at an SUV. I pull the door open, and she climbs in, and I watch her ass the whole time. Yeah, I’m a pervert like that. I move to the front passenger seat as the driver starts up the car.
“This is George; he’s my driver,” she tells me.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Ridge,” I say, being all polite and shit. He nods but doesn’t speak as we pull away from the building. I keep my eyes open, but from what I’m told, there isn’t a real threat against her. They just want to make sure she’s safe. I don’t need to be on high alert, and that’s something I like about this job. I can relax a little.
The ride takes about thirty minutes before we pull up at a house I was expecting. It’s huge and looks like something a little princess would live in. I nearly groan at the thought of having to be here in her perfect little world.
We climb out, and I grab my bag from the trunk before following Olson to the front door.
“I’ll be having family over for the holidays, so there will be more people around,” she tells me as she unlocks the door and opens it.
“How many people?” God, I don’t like people.
“About twenty. Just close family,” she says as I nod my head. Great, I can hardly wait.
“All the rooms will be filled, so I wasn’t joking about you staying in my room,” she adds.
“A couch someplace is fine by me,” I tell her.
“Yeah, a couch in my room. Aren’t you supposed to be protecting me?” she asks.
“Yeah, and I can do that from any couch in the house, Princess.”
“You can’t be serious?”
“You want me in your room that badly? Fine. I’ll stay in your room.” She nods her head, and I follow her up the stairs, although my mind starts working overtime. Is there something she isn’t telling me? Is there a reason she wants me in her room? There has to be some sort of threat Mitch doesn’t know about; otherwise, she wouldn’t care where I slept.
Ignoring it for now, I follow her into what I assume to be her bedroom. The room is large, with a big bed on one side of the room and a couch, just like she said, against one wall.
“It pulls out, and it’s actually comfortable,” she tells me as she nods toward the couch.
“It’ll be fine,” I assure her. I walk over and drop my bag onto the couch as she glances around.
“Did you only bring one bag?”
“That’s all I need,” I tell her.
“You’ll be here for months,” she reminds me.
“I’ll be fine, Princess.” She nods again before dropping onto her bed. “You don’t come home a lot?” I ask.
“Not enough. I miss this bed,” she groans as she rolls over and buries her face into the blanket. I smirk.
“Sounds like you could use a little more time at home.”
“I could, but work calls and I have to go. Some days, it’s exhausting.”
“I bet so.”
“What about you? Do you live at home or in the clubhouse? Is that even a thing?” she giggles as she looks up at me. Big blue eyes stare me down, and I find myself lost in them.
