Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter 17 ~ Ryder

My phone buzzed in my pocket. What now? Irritated, I withdrew it and checked for caller ID. Max. I hadn’t spoken with my brother in over a year. What the f*ck did he want?

“Hey, Max. What's up, brother?”

“Ryder. I'm good. When are you going to give up that shit in LA and come to work for me in New York? I need you to help me run Grant Global. I could do with a mean motherf*cker like you to keep things straight—if you get my drift.” He chuckled softly.

Since he’d left the club, things had worked out well for the little bastard. Always the f*cking golden child, he was adopted by a rich family. The Grants had sent him to a grand school where he really applied himself and came out top of the heap. He changed his surname to theirs—shaking off his past and anything that reminded him of Marianne, and the father who never acknowledged him.

He was no longer a Knox. Or any part of Jake.


He was Maxwell Grant. A self made man.

Little did I know that Max would be one of America’s greatest philanthropists. He used part of the profits—of the millions of dollars his company made—to rescue homeless boys, and to keep them off the streets. Yet, the irony would always remain that the one boy he could never save, was his own blood.

Like I’d said, Max was always the smart one. I was proud of the little shit—that he had risen from the ashes and made something of himself. But I'd never tell him that, because then he’d never stop nagging me to leave this life behind and become someone he believed was ‘respectable’.

On some level, Max understood that the Scorpio Stinger MC was as much my adopted family as what the Grants were his. That didn't stop him from trying though. He was a tenacious a*shole. He never gave up when he wanted something—just like me. I had to laugh at that.

“I know you're busy, so just spit it out. You didn't call to just hear my voice.”

“Right. You were always the perceptive one. Too smart for the life you lead.”

“Don't start,” I warned.

“I'll get to the point. Rebecca Clarke, one of my employees, had some trouble in France. She’s in Germany now, but she’s in need of a break. She’s planning to visit her cousin in LA.”

“What the f*ck has that got to do with me?” I growled. For f*ck sake, I didn't need another bitch to babysit.

“I need to know that's she’s ok while she's in LA,” he said simply.

Max had never asked me anything like this before. This woman meant something to him.

“She got you by the dick, brother?” I chuckled, enjoying this.

His silence confirmed my suspicion. He sighed. “Yeah. It’s complicated.”

“Since when hasn’t wanting a bitch been complicated? It goes with the territory.”

“You’ve suddenly become very knowledgeable about women. Some woman busting your balls, brother?”

It was my turn to sigh. “No, nothing like that,” I lied. I didn't need extra shit on my plate right now.

“So you'll do it? Watch out for her? I'm trying to organise to be in LA at the same time she’s there, but I won't be able to be away from New York for a full two weeks.”

“Tough life being the CEO of your own company,” I teased. Yeah, little brother had done good. And now he’d fallen for a piece of p-ssy.

I ran a hand over my face.

p-ssy was the downfall of every man. No matter how smart, how rich, or how tough a man was, when he got struck by p-ssy, he was a gonner. I'd seen it time and again. Even my best friend, Cobra, had lost the mighty battle. He’d give his life for his p-ssy.

It was actually hilarious watching the big man, fearless on every level that counted, being led by the dick by one small woman. Cobra was putty in her hands. He turned into a puppy dog whenever she was around.

I smiled—I’d never put my theory to the test, but I’d put money on it that Cobra would chose his bitch over me when the chips were down.

The weird thing was, I was starting to understand how a man could feel like that.

We were all cursed. F*ck Adam—he started it all by taking a bite of that f*cking apple.

“So, Ryder. Can I count on you?” Max sounded tired. He wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t really important to him.

“Yeah, Max. I’ll do it for you. Just send me the details a day or two before she arrives.”

He blew out a long breath. “Thanks Ryder, I owe you.”

Max was f*cked. He had it bad for that Rebecca woman.

Thank f*ck I still had full control over my dick.