The Devil's Ride

Legally Mine

Rachel’s POV

When night fell, Scar carried me to his bedroom without bothering to shut the door behind us and tossed me onto the bed. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the lamps and the city lights bleeding in through the windows, shadows stretching across the walls. He watched me with open hunger as I slipped out of my wedding dress, the lace pooling at my feet, while I watched him shrug out of his tux. My eyes stayed on his forearms as he worked the buttons loose, slow and deliberate, until his chest and abs were revealed inch by inch. He unbuckled his belt, lowered his zipper, and pulled out his big *c**k, and my mouth went dry at the sight.

“I can’t believe I’m married,” he said. “Legally married. You’re mine now, Spitfire, and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had.”

“If I’m yours, Scar,” I said, “why don’t you come here and show me what I am?”

My heart jumped when he pounced, hovering over me as he dragged the tip of his c**k down my stomach, making me squirm from the teasing contact. He braced himself on his elbows so he did not crush me and rubbed my c**t with his c**k, sending a sharp wave of heat through my body.

A soft curse slipped from my lips as my head spun. He kissed and sucked at my neck, and goosebumps raced over my skin as my body reacted to him, my chest tightening with every breath. His hands dragged up my sides and back down again, his short nails raising heat in their wake, and a breathy moan escaped me before I could stop it.

He rubbed his hardness against my wet p***y, making me jolt as the piercing toyed with my c**t, slow and deliberate.

“Yes, Scar,” I said. “God, yes.”

“Does that feel good, Rachel?” he asked. “Do you like it when I rub your c**t with my c**k?”

“f**k yes,” I said. “I need you, Scar. Please.”

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Tell me what you need. Tell me.”

“You,” I said. “I want you. I need you to f**k me.”

“Christ,” he said. “You’re such a good girl today.”

He kissed me deeply, stealing my breath as his length slid inside me, filling me completely. He moved slowly at first, watching my face like he was memorizing every reaction, and my eyes rolled back as pleasure washed over me. I wrapped my arms around him and dragged my nails down his back, and that was all it took for him to move harder, deeper. He rolled his hips in a slow, brutal rhythm, pushing until I felt him low in my belly.

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, Scar.”

“Ask for it,” he said.

“f**k me harder.”

I tried to pull him down to kiss me, but he stayed where he was, focused and relentless, sliding out just enough to rub my c**t again with the tip of his c**k before slamming back into me. My body tightened, heat spilling over as everything snapped at once.

“That’s it,” he said. “f*****g come for me, Mrs. Tumbler.”

Hearing his last name on me sent me over the edge. I came hard, my body clenching around him as he groaned and followed, his release filling me completely. My legs shook as the pleasure crested again, our mouths locking like nothing else existed.

“God,” I said breathlessly. “I f*****g hate you, Scar.”

“I f*****g hate you too,” he said. “So much.”

We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, the weight of everything settling in. I had never slept in this bed before, and uncertainty crept in as I sat up, ready to go back to my room. He caught me immediately, pulling me back down and pinning me beneath him.

“Where the f**k do you think you’re going, Mrs. Tumbler?” he asked.

“I was going to bed,” I said. “It’s late, Scar.”

He rolled me over and grabbed my face, forcing me to look straight at him, his eyes dark and intense.

“Say it,” he said. “Say you belong to me.”

“I’m yours.”

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The sound of his bike roaring to life pulled me out of sleep the next morning, panic jolting through me as I rushed out of the room barefoot, my heart pounding as I ran through the house and into the garage. I waved my arms, calling out just in time for him to see me before he sped off. He slowed, backed the bike up slightly, and shut the engine off, the sudden quiet ringing in my ears. He crooked his fingers at me, beckoning me closer, and I walked to him like I was under a spell, stopping when I stood right beside him.

“What’s the matter, my little Spitfire?” he asked. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I mean, I think so. Where are you going?”

He reached out, hooked his fingers through my belt loop, and tugged me closer until my body was pressed against his back. His other hand settled on my ass, cupping and squeezing my cheek slowly, possessively, like he could not help himself.

“I have a few things to take care of at the club,” he said. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Ace is staying with you, though, so you’re not all by yourself.”

I looked up at my now husband and smiled, my body reacting to the way his hand kneaded me, his touch familiar and grounding. He raised his eyebrows and wiggled them at me with a crooked smirk.

“What’s that look on your face for?” he asked. “Do you want to stay here?”

I bit my lip and fluttered my lashes, silently hoping he would tell me to climb on behind him. Instead, he tugged me closer and wrapped an arm around me, holding me tight. My hands rested on his thigh just as Ace walked out into the garage.

“s**t,” Ace said. “I thought you already left.”

“You say?” Scar replied.

“Don’t I deserve to know where my husband is going?” I asked.

“I get what you’re saying,” Scar said, “but this is something I have to do regardless. I didn’t want to wake you up, wifey. Be a good girl for me and get your ass back inside the house with Ace. I’ll be back later, and the three of us will have fun.”

“Fun, you say?” Ace said.

“Do you even know how the hell to have fun, Scar?” I asked.

“Of course I do, you Spitfire,” Scar said. “You’ll have to see for yourself tonight. Grab her, Ace.”

“Wait, what?” I said.

Ace’s strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me away from Scar’s bike and holding me firmly against his chest.

“Let me go, Ace,” I said.

“No, Spitfire,” Ace said. “Why don’t you f*****g relax and watch your man take off?”

I stopped fighting and turned my focus back to Scar, watching as he pulled his helmet on, the engine roaring to life again. In the blink of an eye, he sped off, leaving the echo of his bike and the uneasy thrum of anticipation behind.

Scar’s POV

I squeezed the throttle and leaned forward, pushing my bike’s speedometer well past the limit as another migraine slammed into my skull, sharp and blinding, sending pressure spiraling behind my eyes. The wind tore past me, roaring in my ears, but it did nothing to drown out the pounding in my head. I had a doctor’s appointment coming up, and I already knew how it would go. They would corner me with scans and numbers and try to talk me into treatments I had no intention of taking.

Ace always asked me why I refused, why I wouldn’t even consider it, and my answer never changed. I just didn’t want to go through that. If my time was up, then my time was up. Right now, I could still ride my bike, still feel the road beneath me, still live the way I wanted, and that was all that mattered to me.

The city blurred around me as I passed familiar streets, but instead of turning toward the Iron Vipers Club, I stayed straight, my jaw tightening as one name burned through my thoughts. Morgan. Every pulse of pain in my head only sharpened my focus. Her lies, her games, everything she had set in motion, it all came crashing down to this moment.

I twisted the throttle harder, teeth clenched, vision speckled with dots as the migraine clawed deeper, and I welcomed the pain because it kept me grounded, kept me angry. I had only one thing on my mind, and it drowned out everything else.

I was going to f**k Morgan up. Her ass was mine.

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I parked my bike outside Body’s apartment building just as my phone buzzed in my pocket. I already knew it was Rachel. She worried too much, especially now, and I couldn’t ignore her even if I tried. I pulled my phone out and leaned back against the seat of my bike, the engine ticking softly as it cooled beneath me.

Her message stared back at me.

“I just wanted to tell you to be safe since you took off before I could say anything, and I can’t wait until you come home.”

My jaw tightened, something warm and irritating settling in my chest. I shook my head and typed back without thinking too hard about it.

“You’re turning into a f*****g sap, Spitfire. Knock it the f**k out. I’m safe. Thanks for checking in. Be nice to Ace.”

The reply bubble popped up almost immediately.

“Ugh, whatever.”

A smirk tugged at my mouth as I typed again, slower this time, deliberate.

“Be a good girl for him. I mean it, or I’ll tear that ass up when I get home.”

I slid my phone back into my pocket and pulled my helmet off, resting it against my thigh as I leaned harder against the bike. The air smelled like oil and hot pavement, and my head throbbed faintly beneath the surface, but I welcomed it. It kept me sharp.

My eyes lifted to the apartment building in front of me, windows dark and silent, and my expression hardened.

I couldn’t wait to hear what kind of f*****g excuse they were going to come up with.

I got to Body’s door and pounded on it, standing in the hallway with my hand wrapped tight around the grip of my gun. As much as I wanted to kill him, to kill both of them, I needed answers first. Still, I kept the gun out where it was visible so there was no confusion about how serious I was.

The door opened, and Body stood there with a beer in his hand, surprise flashing across his face when he saw me.

“Scar, what the f**k are you doing here?”

I stepped closer, my gaze locked on him, knowing damn well he understood exactly why I was there.

“I came to have a little chat with you, Bo. Is anyone else here, or are you alone?”

He scoffed and stepped aside, turning his back as he walked in.

“Alone. Now take your f*****g shoes off.”

I knew why he said it. Same trick I used at my place. If things went sideways, I wouldn’t be able to run.

“Nah, I’m not gonna do that.”

I followed him inside, scanning the small, ratty apartment as he moved toward the couch. He sat down. I stayed standing.

“Where’s Morgan?”

His jaw tightened, his grip on the beer firming.

“So you’d know, huh?”

“Yeah, I know. How long have you been f*****g her, Bo? Your son’s woman? Did Paul know?”

He dragged a hand down his face.

“Not long, Scar. And no. Paul didn’t know about it.”

The room felt heavier, thicker.

“Why did she f*****g kill him?”

“She said it was self-defense, Scar. You’re the f*****g one helping her. Don’t you already know what happened?”

I could hear the lie in his voice. Feel it.

“Fucker, don’t make me shoot you.”

I pressed the gun to his temple, my teeth grinding together as I spoke.

“You and I both know it wasn’t self-defense. Don’t act clueless. You know something. f*****g tell me, Bo.”

“f**k you, Scar.”

“How can you be f*****g the woman who killed your son, huh? What’s your f*****g angle?”

“Get the f**k out of my apartment, Scar.”

“I’m going, Bo. But I better see you at the f*****g club for the meeting. Or else, don’t come the f**k back.”

He sneered, venom dripping from his voice.

“You don’t deserve that f*****g club, Scar. Your father didn’t deserve it either.”

I didn’t hesitate. I swung the butt of my gun across his forehead, the crack echoing through the apartment as he dropped to the floor unconscious.

I turned and left without looking back.

I flew down the road, the wind whipping against my face as my mind churned over the feud between my father and Body from all those years ago. They fought over my mother, and the memory made my jaw tighten. Body used to be the VP of the gang, but when I took over, I removed him and put Ace in his place. The whole situation was a clusterfuck, and it was already giving me a pounding headache. I needed a drink, something to take the edge off, and I needed to see what Morgan had gotten herself into, but for now, I was heading home to my Spitfire, and I couldn’t wait to get my d**k wet.