SPECTER’S WAKE
Author: Quinn Ryder
Series: The Devil’s Armada MC, Book 1
Release Date: June 15, 2020
And in his wake, he left behind a trail of endless, shimmering tears . . .
Specter
The man they once knew is dead, buried in a shallow grave outside of town with a bullet hole through his back. Their assassination failed, underestimating me, my thirst for life, and my love for Faith.
I never meant for my absence to destroy her, yet staying gone was the only way I could keep her protected. For the last seven years, I’ve laid low, traveling through life and riding the streets like a ghost, never being more than a shadow of what I used to be. I've kept my distance, but now that I know her life’s in danger, I think it’s time for Specter to claw his way out of the grave they buried him in and seek out his revenge.
I know infiltrating the Devil’s Armada again won’t be easy, especially since everyone thinks I’m dead, but I’ll do anything I can to protect Faith—even if it means putting myself in danger and confronting my murderer once and for all.
I never saw it coming.
As the club’s tail gunner, it was my job to watch everyone’s back. You could call me the club safety man, the one that made sure the roads were clear, steady, and free to ride. As the rear lead, I was the road captain’s right-hand guy. A shadow sweeper that kept everyone in their lane and out of harm’s way. My loyalty bled brighter than the cut on my back. I never questioned what I was told. I kept my eyes on the road and believed in the family I helped to protect. I always had everyone’s back until someone shot me in mine.
The bastard couldn’t even look me in the eye. He waited until I wasn’t looking to take me out of the equation, and when he thought he got the best of me, he buried me in a shallow grave on the outskirts of town.
I’ve tried to figure out what I did wrong. What I could’ve said to make one of my own brothers turn on me, but none of it makes any sense. I did everything right. I was dedicated to the family. I never asked questions, even when they did shit that I didn’t agree with.
If I hadn’t caught a glimpse of the familiar Devil’s Armada logo right before he started shoveling dirt over my nearly dead body; I would’ve never believed that someone from the family had a hand in my murder attempt. I wish I could’ve seen his face, but all I could see was the cut on his back and a flash of dark hair.
He may have buried Midas in that shallow grave, but it was a different man that clawed his way out of the muddied earth thirsting for revenge. Now that I’ve lost the only family I’ve ever had; all I have left to live for is her. The hardest part about that night wasn’t digging myself out of my grave or recovering from my bullet wound; it was turning my back on Faith and allowing her to think I was dead.
Returning to the family without knowing who tried to kill me would only put her in danger. I couldn’t risk her life, not when I knew somebody wanted me dead. They’d kill her to get to me, and her life meant more to me than my own life ever would. So, I left her—I left them all. I had to turn my back on the only woman who has ever truly loved me for me. She didn’t care that I was bruised and broken. She didn’t see my size and run away like I was some side show freak. Faith loved me unconditionally. It didn’t matter that I was three-hundred fifty pounds of leather and abandonment issues; she loved every pound on my body and all the scars hidden underneath.
It was that unconditional acceptance that drew me to her in the first place. Faith is the type of woman who loved everyone, and everyone loved her in return. It was easy to fall in love with someone who’s only flaw was being too kind. That’s what I loved most about her. Faith didn’t have a mean bone in her body, and I did everything in my power to protect her from the club’s extracurricular activities.
Specter
The man they once knew is dead, buried in a shallow grave outside of town with a bullet hole through his back. Their assassination failed, underestimating me, my thirst for life, and my love for Faith.
I never meant for my absence to destroy her, yet staying gone was the only way I could keep her protected. For the last seven years, I’ve laid low, traveling through life and riding the streets like a ghost, never being more than a shadow of what I used to be. I've kept my distance, but now that I know her life’s in danger, I think it’s time for Specter to claw his way out of the grave they buried him in and seek out his revenge.
I know infiltrating the Devil’s Armada again won’t be easy, especially since everyone thinks I’m dead, but I’ll do anything I can to protect Faith—even if it means putting myself in danger and confronting my murderer once and for all.
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PROLOGUE
Midas
I never saw it coming.
As the club’s tail gunner, it was my job to watch everyone’s back. You could call me the club safety man, the one that made sure the roads were clear, steady, and free to ride. As the rear lead, I was the road captain’s right-hand guy. A shadow sweeper that kept everyone in their lane and out of harm’s way. My loyalty bled brighter than the cut on my back. I never questioned what I was told. I kept my eyes on the road and believed in the family I helped to protect. I always had everyone’s back until someone shot me in mine.
The bastard couldn’t even look me in the eye. He waited until I wasn’t looking to take me out of the equation, and when he thought he got the best of me, he buried me in a shallow grave on the outskirts of town.
I’ve tried to figure out what I did wrong. What I could’ve said to make one of my own brothers turn on me, but none of it makes any sense. I did everything right. I was dedicated to the family. I never asked questions, even when they did shit that I didn’t agree with.
If I hadn’t caught a glimpse of the familiar Devil’s Armada logo right before he started shoveling dirt over my nearly dead body; I would’ve never believed that someone from the family had a hand in my murder attempt. I wish I could’ve seen his face, but all I could see was the cut on his back and a flash of dark hair.
He may have buried Midas in that shallow grave, but it was a different man that clawed his way out of the muddied earth thirsting for revenge. Now that I’ve lost the only family I’ve ever had; all I have left to live for is her. The hardest part about that night wasn’t digging myself out of my grave or recovering from my bullet wound; it was turning my back on Faith and allowing her to think I was dead.
Returning to the family without knowing who tried to kill me would only put her in danger. I couldn’t risk her life, not when I knew somebody wanted me dead. They’d kill her to get to me, and her life meant more to me than my own life ever would. So, I left her—I left them all. I had to turn my back on the only woman who has ever truly loved me for me. She didn’t care that I was bruised and broken. She didn’t see my size and run away like I was some side show freak. Faith loved me unconditionally. It didn’t matter that I was three-hundred fifty pounds of leather and abandonment issues; she loved every pound on my body and all the scars hidden underneath.
It was that unconditional acceptance that drew me to her in the first place. Faith is the type of woman who loved everyone, and everyone loved her in return. It was easy to fall in love with someone who’s only flaw was being too kind. That’s what I loved most about her. Faith didn’t have a mean bone in her body, and I did everything in my power to protect her from the club’s extracurricular activities.
I was ready to make her my Old Lady and circle that beautiful finger with my ring. That ring now sits heavy in my pocket, waiting for the day I can drop to one knee and pledge my life to her. She had no idea I was going to propose, and it kills me that they took that moment away from us. That’s why leaving her hurt me more than the betrayal of my brothers. Faith was my world, and someone worked incredibly hard to shatter that world into itty-bitty pieces. I have no idea what her life’s been like since I’ve been away, or if she’ll even forgive me for leaving her like this. But I have to try. My life just isn’t the same without her in it.
It’s been seven long years since I last saw her, and I didn’t plan on coming out of hiding this soon, but when I got a mysterious email from an unknown email address, telling me that Faith’s life was in danger, I knew it was time to come out of hiding and reclaim what’s mine.
My only questions now are, who was the mysterious mailer? How did they find me? And can I trust what they’re telling me is true?
Midas may be dead, but the man who crawled out of his grave is ready to return home and find his Faith again.
She's been in the business for five years, so this author is no stranger to written words, but she must admit that the MC world is a bit new to her. Tempted by the corruption and chaos that follows the open road, Quinn created the Armada after one burly biker refused to leave her head until she finished telling his story. Now, Specter and all of his brothers are ready to suck you in with their rough exteriors, foul mouths, and hearts full of steel and chrome.
Are you ready to dive into the world of the Devil's Armada? Come join Quinn Ryder and her men of steel and be prepared to hang on for one hell of a ride!
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