The Innocence of Rage (Rage MC Book 7), page 1
The Innocence of Rage.
Book seven of Rage MC
Elizabeth N. Harris
ISBN: 9798506676737
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Elizabeth N. Harris
The Innocence of Rage.
Book 7 of Rage MC.
© 2021 Elizabeth N. Harris
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The Innocence of Rage
Many years had passed since she understood what a home was. A home wasn’t filled with fear, hate and hunger. A home meant loving arms, acceptance and safety. She blossomed under the care of men who were rough and ready. She can run from her past, but the past always catches up.
He waited and bided his time; she had to be legal. Except when she was ready, and he was going to make his move, she ran. Without a goodbye or explanation, one day she was there, and the next, she was gone. Bitterness rose, and his love turned to hate. He carried on but knew he was unworthy of love. Not even she could see past his dark.
She returned broken, scarred, damaged. He swore to heal her, but enemies are relentless, and money always speaks. Can he protect what he has claimed? Can she heal enough to finally let herself trust a man? And will he return from the disaster that threatens their home?
Books by Elizabeth N. Harris
Rage MC series.
Rage of the Phoenix.
The Hunters Rage.
The Rage of Reading.
The Crafting of Rage.
Rage’s Terror.
The Protection of Rage.
Love’s Rage.
The Hope of Rage.
First Rage.
The Innocence of Rage.
The Sweetness of Rage.
Love Beyond Death series.
Oakwood Manor.
Courtenay House.
Waverley Hall.
Corelle Abbey.
Eléonore Castle.
Hellfire MC Series.
Chance’s Hell.
The Savagery of Hell.
Washingtons.
James.
Contents
Dedication
A Quick Note!
Prologue.
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six.
Chapter Seven.
Chapter Eight.
Chapter Nine.
Chapter Ten.
Epilogue.
Characters.
Dedication
To Gracie, your light will never be dimmed, and you will be remembered for your kindness and grace. You’ll be forever in our hearts.
Love
Elizabeth.
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This book was written, produced and edited in England, the United Kingdom, where some spelling, grammar and word usage will vary from US English.
A Quick Note!
After a couple of reviews and emails commenting on grammar and spelling errors, I thought I’d explain. My work is edited thoroughly, and some grammar and spelling will differ from US English. For example, color to colour or focusing instead of focussing. But I type as I imagine the characters to speak. I’ve been around several MC’s and also know a good many bikers, and believe me, they don’t watch their grammar! So you may find errors when one of the characters speak; that’s intentional! Even educated characters may drop their p’s and q’s from time to time, and we’ll let them off because we love them so much!
Drake may use don’t instead of doesn’t, it don’t make sense instead of it doesn’t make sense. Or I be angry instead of I am angry! Or Phoe may say me and you instead of the grammatically correct you and I. They also drop words, possibly one of my own personal pet peeves! You won’t do it becomes won’t do it, or it ain’t right turns into ain’t right. However, typos are not deliberate, and if you find any, I sincerely apologise!
I hope you enjoy the book because I write from the heart and genuinely love my Rage MC characters and the world I’m creating around them.
Elizabeth.
Prologue.
April 2016
Rock lifted his head from where he was working on a car as a car door slammed shut in temper, and then a second slam echoed. Curiously, Rock gazed at the scene unfolding on the forecourt.
“God damn fucking frigid bitch,” a voice hollered, not caring who was present. Unamused, Rock grabbed a rag and wiped his hands and walked out of the bay. His eyes widened as Carly stormed towards the bays. The dickhead she’d been seeing was storming after her, and Carly stopped dead and turned on her heels to confront him. Rock shook his head; he’d no idea why Carly insisted on dating these preppy jerks.
“You piece of trash,” Carly hissed, her hands going to her hips, and she leaned forward, facing the dickhead.
“Yeah, Carly, you’re a fucking tease. Showing legs, tits and ass and not fucking putting out.”
“Why the fuck would I put out?” Carly snarled back. Rock took the wall and leaned against it, and watched carefully.
“Taken you out for three weeks, and you don’t even let me get my hand in your pants,” dickhead snarled back.
“Oh, so a few meals and a cinema date means I spread my legs? Well, fuck, I need a bunch of flowers before I do that,” Carly snapped, and Rock felt amusement.
“Well, we know where you come from.”
“Oh, because I work at Made by Rage, it makes me a whore?” Carly snarled, her temper igniting. Then, outraged, she flipped her hair back and pointed a finger.
“Put out for a biker and not a decent guy.” Woah, Rock straightened. That was a direct attack against Rage and Carly.
“Decent guy? Decent guy?” Carly shrieked. “A decent guy doesn’t think that taking a girl for a meal entitles him to get in her pants!” Rock’s mouth twitched.
“Well, everyone knows easy pussy hangs around Rage.” Carly received as an answer.
“Well, you can go back and tell your little pals that you ain’t got a hook in Rage like you were bragging. Oh yeah,” Carly sneered as his body rolled back, “I heard you last night, telling your buds that you had an in to the MC. Fucking prick. Rage takes real men, not little boys.” Rock snorted, and their heads turned towards him. He looked down at himself, motorcycle boots, faded jeans, white wife-beater, and bearded. Rock then looked at dickhead, pressed jeans, cowboy boots, the fancy kind, pressed white shirt and a v-necked jumper over the top, pink at that.
Carly didn’t hesitate; she turned to dickhead and looked him up and down, and smirked. Then, deliberately, Carly turned to Rock and checked him over and shot him a look of pure, unadulterated lust that rocked him back on his heels.
“Oh yeah,” Carly breathed, “Real men, not little boys.” Rock eyed her warily. Carly was up to something, and he wondered what she planned.
“Dirty bitch,” dickhead sneered. Carly shot him a glance, and her mouth engaged.
“Wanna see what you’re missing out on, little boy.” Carly waggled her little finger at him, and the meaning was not lost on those watching. Dickhead went puce in fury. Carly strutted her shit across to Rock and slid her hands into his hair. Without a word she yanked his head down, and her mouth slammed into his.
The second his mouth touched hers, Rock didn’t hesitate. For two years, he’d watched Carly, and this was it. He was having her. His mouth took over, and the kiss heated. Hands slid to her ass and cupped it, pulling her against him. Carly’s mouth opened, and Rock slid his tongue in, duelling with hers. Carly leaned into Rock, pressing her tits against him, and she went fucking wild.
Rock hooked a hand under Carly’s leg and drew it up, pressing his cock into her. Carly, in return, wrapped her leg around his and hauled herself up Rock’s body like she was Artemis climbing Ace. Carly’s hands gripped his hair harder. Rock broke the kiss off and gazed into enormous brown eyes. They were dazed and full of lust. Carly’s mouth was swollen and soft, and he found he really fucking liked that expression on her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, with one hand on her ass, the other in her hair.
“Shit, you fucking whore,” dickhead hissed furiously. Rock lifted his head and stared straight at him. He saw Lowrider standing near, looking amused, and gently passed Carly off to him and then began striding towards dickhead, who started moving backwards fast. His ass hit his car, and he began sliding around it just as Rock reached him.
“No man calls a Rage woman whore. No man remains standin’ after he calls a Rage woman whore. Any man who is a man makes sure that when a Rage woman is called a whore, he puts that trash out and makes sure it stays out,” Rock gritted. Dickhead turned from bright red to pure white in seconds. Rock put one hand on the dickhead and pushed hard, and dickhead stumbled backwards. Rock smirked as the kid nearly pissed himself. He watched through narrow eyes as dickhead scrambled for his footing.
Rock opened the car door and shoved dickhead into it, and began counting. Dickhead didn’t hesitate, pushed the car into reverse and sped away. Rock turned around and saw Carly’s pert ass hurrying across the forecourt towards Made by Rage. Oh yeah, baby, you can run, but you can’t fuckin’ hide, he thought to himself and gave an amused Lowrider a chin lift.
“Wow, our kitten has claws,” Lowrider said, laughing.
“Carly’s got a fuckin’ mouth,” Rock grunted, his own amusement showing.
“In more ways than one brother,” Lowrider snorted and then threw his head back and roared with laughter.
“Tellin’ me.” An expression of surprise crossed Lowrider’s face when Rock let out a chuckle.
“Yeah,” Lowrider said, looking at him.
“That bitch is mine,” Rock grunted again and, laughing to himself, returned to work. Run, baby, run. You can’t run fast enough, he thought.
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“Oh my God, I kissed Rock! And Rock kissed me back, with tongue!” I exclaimed, running into Made by Rage, Designs by Lindsey. Embarrassed, I skidded to a halt and groaned as Drake’s eyebrows shot up. Apache sent me a surprised but definitely shit-eating grin. Both men had arms around their women, Drake around Phoe, and Apache around Silvie. Phoe had her hands full of Lindsey’s jewellery, and I guessed Phoe was in a buying mood, and Drake was not denying her that. Standing around was every single old lady Rage had.
“Oh my God, was Rock good?” Silvie cried out and wheezed as Apache squeezed her.
“Not sure what you want me to reply to that, kitten,” Apache drawled, replying to my first statement, and I turned red.
“That wasn’t for you,” I replied, embarrassed.
“Nope, I’m guessin’ not. Don’t wanna hear you share,” Drake said with more than a hint of humour in his voice.
“Oh wow, can Rock kiss?” I felt myself go even redder as Lindsey vaulted the barrier in pure excitement. Apache quickly let go of Silvie to stop Lindsey from falling.
“Oh, Rock can so kiss. And I bet with that beard it was hot!” Silvie yelped gleefully as Apache ducked his head.
“And I’m outta here,” Drake said, giving Phoe a distracted kiss, distracted on her side as she clearly wished to get the gossip. Drake sighed, tilted Phoe’s head and looked into her eyes. Phoe’s eyes flared, and they kissed again. Far better, Drake’s expression said.
“Comin’ with,” Apache said, hurrying out.
“Carly kissed Rock? With tongue?” Sin breathed.
“How, what happened? Tell us everything!” Penny gasped and dragged me through the barrier towards the staff seating area.
“Well, I kissed Rock!” I squealed.
“Got that,” said an amused voice, and Marsha and Artemis barrelled through the co-joined Rage Shop and Made by Rage wooden barrier. I spun on Artemis and hopped up and down.
“Shit, I kissed Rock. I mean, I walked up to him, and I dragged his head down, and I kissed him!” I said in a high-pitched voice.
“Oh my god, Carly, you started the kiss,” Phoe exclaimed.
“I’m so proud of you!” Lindsey began jumping up and down as well. “My baby has grown up.”
“Rock kiss you back? Hand action?” Ellen asked. Wow, Axel’s old lady was asking me about hand action.
“Oh yeah, Rock kissed me back. So hot! I had my hands in his hair; it’s like silk,” I whispered.
“Wow, you know, I always thought there was something between you,” Lindsey said. Silvie squealed and bounced on the spot.
“I knew it; you’ve had the hots for Rock for years,” Sin squealed, and I glared.
“It was magic!” I whispered, thinking of Rock’s mouth on mine.
“Was there fireworks?” Autumn asked, settling on the arm of one chair. I blushed again.
“There were fireworks,” Artemis nodded. “Ace is like that; intense sexiness and drool-worthy, and I just have to jump him and have hot monkey sex.”
“No, I didn’t have hot monkey sex with Rock!” I shouted. “I kissed his ass off, though.”
“Woah, wait, you were naked?” Marsha cried excitedly. No, no, they weren’t listening!
“No, no nakedness. I wouldn’t mind seeing Rock naked, though. Damn, I bet he’s something naked.” I clapped a hand over my mouth. “What’s wrong with me!”
“Um, Rock naked, yeah, I can imagine that. That tight ass, long legs, oh yeah Carly, I bet Rock’s something,” Artemis drawled.
“I wanna see Rock naked now,” Phoe said, her eyes drifting off. Damn, did Phoe just say that?
“Oh, me too. Rock has always been a yummy brother,” Marsha agreed.
“All that smouldering intensity,” Ellen drooled.
“I kissed that intensity; it was intense!” I yelped.
“Rock kissed you back,” Artemis reminded me.
“I climbed him like a tree,” I yelped again.
“Oh my God, you climbed him? Hot monkey sex,” Artemis nodded sagely.
“You’re not helping!” I cried as Artemis grinned wickedly. “Rock’s going to think I’m a harlot!”
“Honey, the guys know you’re not a harlot,” Penny said, laughing. They did? I wasn’t sure about that; I’d been dating a few preppy boys lately, anything to get my mind off Rock.
“Rock grabbed my ass and then pulled my leg up to hook around his thigh. I climbed him like a monkey. He’s so hard.” I sighed internally, my mouth just kept engaging.
“Rock was hard?” Marsha giggled.
“Oh my.” I blushed even more profoundly.
“Holy shit. How big is he?” Autumn asked, and I swear she drooled.
“Rock’s gonna think I’m a harlot!” I whispered. “I made him kiss me, and I climbed him like a monkey; I put my ass in his hands!”
“How did you put your ass in his hands? It’s such a nice ass Carly,” Silvie asked curiously. She craned her head around me to look at my ass. This was getting worse; I couldn’t get my words out and wasn’t making sense.
“Rock put his hands on me, and I wriggled my ass into them more!” I said softly.
“Bettin’ Rock liked that,” Marsha said, nodding.
“Honey, Rock likes you,” Ellen said. My head snapped up. Rock did? The man was one of the most remote brothers, so I knew little about him, except that I gravitated to him like a moth to a flame. Hold on, though…
“Yes, but Rock didn’t ask me to force kiss him on the forecourt in front of Lowrider! I forced Rock to kiss me!” I said, panicking. “Oh my God, I attacked Rock and forced him to kiss me. I forced my ass into his hands and climbed him like a monkey. It was fuckin’ great.” I clapped my hands over my mouth again, “I didn’t say that, I didn’t say that!”
“Yes, you did!” Lindsey cried gleefully. I was beginning to hate my boss.
“In front of Lowrider?” Sin asked, and I nodded.
“What did he do?” Lindsey asked.
“Which one?” Autumn smirked. Okay, I was beginning to hate Autumn too.
“No idea because I ran away when Rock pushed Richard into his car for calling me a whore.”
“Rock pushed that dick headed twat?” Penny asked.
“Richard called me a whore after I kissed Rock, and Rock then got manly and hard and pushed him into the car, yelling at Richard about Rage women. Again, it was freaking hot!”
“Rock definitely likes you.” Silvie nodded her head.
“Yeah, but that was before I forced Rock to kiss me.” I dropped my head in despair.
“Honey, he wants you. Rock’s eyes get this sexy look when he stares at you,” Ellen stressed.
“Rock wouldn’t have let you mount him if he didn’t,” Phoe said.
“Oh shit, I did, I mounted him like riding a horse!”
“Horse sex doesn’t have the same feel as monkey sex does,” Sin mused. I choked.
“Bet Rock’s hung like a horse,” Phoe grinned.
“Oh, he’s big.” I nodded.
“Hung like a horse big?” Artemis asked slyly.
