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  Ranger’s Fury

  Devil’s Riot MC Originals Book 7

  E.C. Land

  Ranger’s Fury

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  Ranger’s Fury. Copyright © 2020 by E.C. Land. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information, contact E.C. Land.

  With there being characters mentioned from Elizabeth Knox’s series, I have her permission in using these characters.

  Publisher: Knox Publishing

  Cover Design by Charli Childs, Cosmic Letterz Cover Design

  Editing by Kim Lubbers, Knox Publishing

  Formatting by E.C. Land, Knox Publishing

  Proofreading by Jackie Ziegler, Knox Publishing

  Created with Vellum

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Devil’s Riot MC

  DRMC Originals

  DRMC Southeast

  DRMC Tennessee

  Fury of the Harpy

  Prologue

  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

  Epilogue

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  Reclaimed

  Cleo’s Rage

  Connors’ Devils

  Hades Pain

  Badger’s Claim

  Coming Soon

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  Devil’s Riot MC Originals

  Carrying Blaze’s Mark

  Neo’s Strength

  Cane’s Dominance

  Venom’s Prize

  Protecting Blaze’s Mark

  For those who bear the scars of pain, whether they’re internal or visible. Don’t let the pain consume you. Not when there is someone who can relate. Scars are scars they don’t make you who you are. It’s your heart that counts nothing else.

  Acknowledgments

  My Family – As much as I want to be thankful for all of them, the four who I have to thank are the ones closest to me. My husband and our children. They keep inspiring and pushing me to keep going. My husband for sure, considering he puts up with my rambling and lets me be me no matter how much I annoy him. Even sends me music when I need encouragement. My kids, who find what I do, as they put it, cool and want to know how many words I was able to get in each day. They also like to try and help me come up with plot ideas. Some are just as wicked as my own.

  My Betas – You guys rock! Thank you all for being the first to read the stories as they come alive. It means the world to me. Especially when you all start to get mad. That’s when I know I’m doing something right. And in doing so pushing me to keep going with all the different plots that form in my head. I’m thankful to you all for being ready and willing to read and give your input.

  My Knox Publishing People – If it wasn’t for you all being helpful and encouraging when I need it, I don’t know what I’d do without you all. You’re all wonderful in your own right and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The biggest thing I’ve got to say I’m thankful for most, is the fact I’m able to be around those who understand the way my mind works. Each and every one of you have earned a special place in my life, one way or another.

  Liz – My sister from another mister, my best friend and Publisher/Boss. You’re my go to when I need it. If not for you, I don’t know if I’d ever be where I am today with my writing. Thank you for always pushing me and encouraging me.

  Diane – Without you taking everything on for me, I wouldn’t be able to focus the way I do on my writing. Thank you for everything you do. You’re not just my PA, you’re my friend and I couldn’t ask for a better friend than you.

  Kim and Jackie – I know I’m a pain in the rear; however, you both put up with me. Thank you both for taking on all of my work. I love the fact I work with you both on each of them. Also, the fact when it comes to something I miss, you help me understand how to correct it, so it doesn’t happen again.

  Devil’s Riot MC

  O – Ol’ Lady, C – Child

  Twister – Prez – Izzy – O

  Leanna Mercy– C

  Horse – VP – Kenny – O

  Jason Cole (JC) – C

  Kayla – C

  Caden – C

  Thorn – Sergeant At Arms – Lynsdey – O

  William Michael (Bud) – C

  Anna-leigh Cleo – C

  Rage – Road Captain – Cleo – O

  Reagan – C (deceased)

  Rosaline – C

  Dragon – Medic – Connors – O

  Gadget – Tech – Connors – O

  Logan – C

  Kagan – C

  Keegan – C

  Hades – Enforcer – Emerson – O

  Alec – C

  Burner – Treasurer – Ally – O

  Badger – Member – Jordan – O

  K-9 – Member

  Wolf – Member

  Sabor – Member

  Mace – Member

  Mac – Prospect (Deceased)

  DRMC Originals

  O – Ol’ Lady, C – Child

  Stoney – Prez – Rachel – O

  Horse (Scotty) – Stoney’s C

  Luca – C

  Corinne – C

  Sebastian – C

  Tracker – VP –– Victoria – O

  Jamie – C

  Blaze – Sergeant at Arms –– Raven – O

  Matthew – C

  Coyote – Road Captain – Tinsley – O

  Cody – C

  Bear – Former Road Captain –– Momma B – O

  Rage (Travis) – C

  Jane – C (deceased)

  Nerd – Tech – Cara – O

  Shadow – Enforcer – Luna – O

  Daniel – C

  Ranger – Medic – Harlow – O

  Venom – Secretary

  Whip – Chaplain

  Viper – Treasurer

  Neo – Member

  Cane – Member

  Cyprus – Prospect

  Fist – Prospect

  Aries – Prospect

  DRMC Southeast

  O – Ol’ Lady, C – Child

  Hammer – Prez

  Malice – VP

  Axe – Sergeant at Arms

  Savage – Road Captain

  Gunner – Enforcer

  Cy – Tech

  Bruiser – Treasurer

  Dagger – Medic

  Rogue – Secretary

  Brass – Chaplain

  Glock – Member

  Rugger – Member

  Blade – Member

  Colt – Member

  Carbine – Member

  DRMC Tennessee

  O – Ol’ Lady, C – Child

  Blow – Prez

  Nines – VP

  Keys – Tech

  Lucky – Sergeant at Arms

  Shiner – Enforcer

  Griz – Road Captain

  Surge – Treasurerr />
  Scorn – Chaplain

  Sniper – Member – Rain – O

  Nerd – C

  Storm – C

  Flash – Member

  Switchblade – Member

  Torch – Member

  Trigger Warning

  This content is intended for mature audiences only. It contains material that may be viewed as offensive to some readers, including graphic language, dangerous and sexual situations, murder, rape, and extreme violence.

  Proceed with caution. This book does entail several scenes that may very will be a trigger to some.

  Also, tissues are a must with other scenes.

  Not for the faint at heart.

  If you don’t like violence and cannot handle certain subjects, then this is not a book you’ll want to read.

  Playlist

  Tucker Beathard – Only

  Crucifix – Mindfield

  OverTime – Coming Home

  Granger Smith – Tailgate Town

  Struggle Jennings – Love Conquers All

  Jelly Roll – Nothing Left at All

  Brabo Gator – Weakness

  Seether ft. Amy Lee – Broken

  Godsmack – Under Your Scars

  Brianna Harness – Warrior

  Silent Theory – Watch Me Burn

  Brabo Gator ft. Ky Rodgers– Smile Again

  Struggle Jennings ft. Trap Deville – Over Nothin’

  Fury of the Harpy

  Screams of joy

  Screams of agony

  Fury swirls around us

  Fury consumes the heart

  Nothing can stand in the way

  Nothing can stop the pain

  The only joy blows away

  As the agony takes ahold

  Digging it’s heels deep within

  Squeezing the only hope there is

  Nothing can ease the pain

  The heart of the Harpy can only withstand so much

  Screams of joy are no more

  Screams of agony are all she knows

  Consumed by the fury flowing within

  She will be the Harpy who haunts the night

  Ending her agony with stains on her hands

  And fury shimmering in her eyes.

  Screams of joy gone away

  Screams of agony all around

  Fury swirls around us all

  As the Harpy finds her way

  The heart within darkens all the more

  Leaving her helpless to see the truth

  There’s only one who can save her now

  If only he can handle the fury of the Harpy within

  ~ E.C. Land

  Prologue

  Harlow

  Age 13

  “You’re a skank.”

  “More like a fat bitch.”

  “She’ll get on her knees for any guy.”

  “She probably does for those members of that club.”

  “Like I said a skank.”

  Tears fill my eyes as the girls screaming these hateful words at me kick and taunt me.

  What have I ever done to them? I’m a loner. I don’t talk to anyone for this very reason. I just want to be left alone so that I can get through the school day.

  “Hey, give me those scissors.” I begin to panic as the ringleader Laura speaks. She’s a mean witch who constantly spits at me or trips me when I’m walking past. “Thanks, now stand on fat bitch Harlow’s back.

  What?

  No.

  I would move but my body hurts, and my eyes are swollen shut.

  “This is for what your daddy did to my momma,” Laura sneers as one of her minions does as she commands and places their feet on my back.

  “My daddy?” What did he do to her momma? He died when I was five and my mommy couldn’t handle taking care of Lynch and I so she gave us to my uncle Fury and left.

  “Yeah, you stupid, retarded slut,” Laura snaps. Her voice a lot closer now. I feel someone, most likely Laura, wrap my hair in her hands. “She was in love with him and he left her.”

  Snip. Snip.

  The sound of scissors cutting resound in my head as Laura tugs on my hair while slicing through it.

  “Now nobody will want your nasty ass,” Laura spits and throws my hair in my face as her minions move back and I roll to my back.

  “Wait, I have a better idea to make sure no one wants her Laura.” This comes from Jenny, Laura’s cousin. “Hand me the scissors.”

  Oh no.

  What is she going to do?

  “Here you go, Jen,” Laura giggles.

  Doing my best to open my eyes, I see Jenny coming closer as she kneels on one leg next to me.

  My heart races in my chest as I watch her grinning maliciously at me. “You think you’re something because of who you associate with. Well guess what. You ain’t shit and I’m going to make sure nobody will want your fuckin’ ass again,” she snarls, lip curling at the side as she brings the scissors close.

  I shake my head the best I can to keep her from doing it but unfortunately, I’m unsuccessful and scream in pain when the sharpness of the scissors slices into my face.

  “Remember your place bitch or better yet go drown yourself in the bayou and let the gators eat your flesh,” Jenny states as the girls around us cackle like a bunch of hyenas.

  With one last kick to the head, they leave me laying on the ground right at the tree line leading to one of the many trails you can take from the school to neighborhoods and such.

  My last conscious thought is where is everyone?

  Standing by the dock, my arms wrapped around my midsection staring out at the murky water of the bayou.

  “Sweetheart, you doing okay?” my aunt Ela asks as she approaches me. She might be my aunt but she’s more like my mom. When her and my uncle Fury took on Lynch and I they became our parents.

  “Yeah,” I whisper, knowing she knows I’m lying. You cannot lie to my aunt. She has a gift and will always know the truth.

  “What happened to you isn’t something you overcome easily, baby,” my aunt murmurs, coming to stand next to me.

  I knew she was talking about the bruises I was sporting along with the bandage on my face. I also knew she meant my hair as well. No longer did I have long beautiful jet-black hair.

  Two days ago, Laura and Jenny with their posse of minions from hell beat me, took my hair, cut my face, leaving me bleeding in the park. It took well into the early morning hours for my uncle Fury and his brothers to find me.

  If it weren’t for Pitch Black, my cousin, who’s more of a big brother, I don’t know how long I’d have laid there. I couldn’t move due to the pain radiating throughout my entire body.

  Now I have three broken ribs, an arm in a cast, and a slice in my face that is going to leave a horrifying scar. One I’ll never be able to hide.

  “Aunt Ela,” I start but she held a hand up stopping me from going any further.

  “Harlow, sweetheart, I know. I saw it and I wish to God I could have prevented it from happening; however, nature has to take its course in this life. That being said, I want you to hear me when I say this. Those girls will not rule over who you are to become. Let what they did be a lesson and grow. Harness that hurt and pain as you learn.”

  “I don’t understand,” I whisper, in confusion.

  “I know you don’t right now, Harlow, but you will. You will understand when the time is right. Now due to circumstances, your uncle and I talked about what happened. We know you don’t want to stay here anymore. I for one do not want you leaving me, you are my baby girl just as Raven is. However, we are sending you to your other uncle in Virginia. He’ll look out for you and teach you what you want to know deep down.”

  Sucking in a breath, I realize what she means. They’re letting me go live with my uncle Lark and his family. My cousin, Trevor, is my age and is crazy freakishly cool. Last time I’d seen him he’d showed me some moves in self-defense that were awesome. But I was too weak to be able to take on six girls at one tim
e.

  “Thank you, Aunt Ela,” I whisper.

  “You’re welcome, Harlow. Just remember this, do not let the fury of the Harpy within control who you are to become in the end. Emotions are strong even when you think they’re gone. You let it consume you and the one you’re meant to be with will have a fight on his hands fighting back the fury to get to the heart of you.”

  Closing my eyes, I let my aunt’s words soak in. It’s this moment in my life that everything changes, and I decide I will never be hurt again. I will become the Harpy and release my fury on the evil that decimates this world. I didn’t care whether some man could save me or not. I did not need that in my life, besides who would want someone as hideous as myself.

  Chapter One

  Ranger

  Six Months Ago

  The first time I saw her, I knew she was meant to be mine. Didn’t know her name at first. Only that the vibrant fire blazing from her gaze drew me in. I didn’t care about the scar that marred her face, to me it made her unique.

  Second time I saw her, I realized to win her over, I had a fight on my hands. Not only was this woman reclusive, barely wanting to be around anyone unless it was demanded, she was also stubborn as they come.