Taco: Death Riders, #9

By Ethan Radcliff

My name is Angelo Torez, better known as Taco. Cute right? That's because I enjoy a good taco, but that's where it all stops.

I have a bad habit. I like to fight; I always win and occasionally permanently damage those who offer me a challenge.

I have a weakness, and it is women, and it is always a woman who needs rescuing. Maybe it is an excuse for not controlling who and what I am: a dangerous man.

I've served time. My bad temper got me behind bars. It might get me there again, but I assure you the only reason that might happen is when anyone threatens a member of my club, Death Riders.

However, life has a way of screwing you over, and now I'm a widower. I vowed never to love again, and then along came Tessa Bracco, a beauty and a mobster's daughter. I wanted her, needed her, and she felt the same.

I turned to my brothers for help in freeing her from the grip of the Mafia. Meeting Tessa turned my life upside down.

Yeah.

Ride till the Death.

With me, that could mean literally.

Book 9 of the Death Riders, series. Adult Content

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bitten Press LLC
• Release date: Jun 18, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227887696

Ethan Radcliff

BIO: My name is Ethan Radcliff and I've been writing since I was a kid. I love creating and tried my hand at art, not bad, but not good enough. A guy's gotta eat. Through high school, I wrote erotic stories, kept them in a notebook and let a few girlfriends read them. I played football, baseball and ice hockey, but my brain never stopped thinking of sex. I guess most guys think about it all the time. I decided to put my thoughts into prose. I had been on face book for a while and never did anything interesting until I started to see all the writers. What really caught my attention were the poets, especially some of the ones posting erotic prose.  I was intrigued, men who were writing erotic romance, I knew it was time to get out the old notebook and throw on some poetry. I was surprised at the response. I’ve often been asked what inspires my writing. Sometimes it’s a photograph, a sunset or an attractive woman. The jiggle of a full ass or heavy breasts will set my mind in motion. Sometimes, out of nowhere, an idea will come to mind. I record and write down my thoughts constantly. I want to thank Bitten Press and the two lovely ladies who run it for encouraging me to go for it and I did. I also need to thank a very patient and lovely friend Kendall Blackburn Barnett who is my PA and putting up with my antics. I want to thank all the wonderful people who read what I write. And the lovely ladies who help get the word out there about my writing. As you know, I’m an elusive fellow, smiles, perhaps that’s part of my charm. Who knows what the future holds? My first short story is The Taming of Molly Jenkins. It’s hot. Is it based on personal experience? Don't we all pull from real life? The next short story is The Wait, Brit’s undoing...that I hope you'll enjoy. Since those early works, many more have evolved including a paranormal series, Desires of Blood, DOM, The Collaring of Molly Jenkins and my first novel A Man of Honor.  Two thousand and sixteen brings more full-length novels and I will always venture into new erotic genres. Thank you for listening and to all those who are enjoying my poetry, thank you. Ethan Radcliff

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Taco

Book 9

Death Riders MC

Bitten Press, LLC

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Taco

Book 9

Death Riders MC

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Mother Club

Death Riders

Chapter Presidents

East Coast, Eduardo Ricco, SPANIARD

Vice President Angelo Torez, TACO

Midwest, Tommy Drews, DIGGER

West Coast, Chaz

Sergeant-at-Arms

West Coast, Buddy Reagan, IRISH

Midwest, Mike Bowers, DOG

East Coast, Tony Caro, AXLE

Enforcers

East Coast, Todd, and Taco

Midwest, Doug

West Coast, Brian

Logo,  Ride to the Death

Trademark page

Harley-Davidson, Inc., H-D, or Harley, is an American motorcycle manufacturer founded in 1903 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Death Riders Series

#1 Please

#2 Bad

#3 Chaz

#4 Riding Home

#5 Diablo

#6 Doc

#7 Enzo

#8 Priest

Other books by Ethan Radcliff

A Darker DOM

A Man of Honor

Gentlemen’s Agreement

A Game of Threes

Pink Persuasion

Dark Pleasures

Interview with a Wolf

A Fractured Man

Her Cyborg

Desires of Blood series:

2 Novellas

Blood and Desires of Blood, the beginning

Vampire

Warlock

Jackal

Shapeshifter

Simone

Charade

Cross

Dante

Lucian

Erotic Poetry

A Sometime Poet

Licks and Kisses

Down and Dirty Prose

Standing Room Only

Blurb:

My name is Angelo Torez, better known as Taco. Cute right? That’s because I enjoy a good taco, but that’s where it all stops.

I have a bad habit. I like to fight; I always win and occasionally permanently damage those who offer me a challenge.

I have a weakness, and it is women, and it is always a woman who needs rescuing. Maybe it is an excuse for not controlling who and what I am: a dangerous man.

I’ve served time. My bad temper got me behind bars. It might get me there again, but I assure you the only reason that might happen is when anyone threatens a member of my club, Death Riders.

However, life has a way of screwing you over, and now I’m a widower. I vowed never to love again, and then along came Tessa Bracco, a beauty and a mobster’s daughter. I wanted her, needed her, and she felt the same.

I turned to my brothers for help in freeing her from the grip of the Mafia. Meeting Tessa turned my life upside down.

Yeah.

Ride till the Death.

With me, that could mean literally.

Prelude

2017

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I knew I was playing with fire when I agreed to help my sister Angela move her things out of her apartment and away from Hector Rodriquez. She was tired of Hector beating her, and I had a hard-on for the abusive bastard. I was sick of seeing my sister cry, her countless beatings, and that she never had any money. After he broke her arm, I was the one who took her to the hospital, and it was time to end the bastard’s reign of terror.

Our mother begged me to stay away from Hector and constantly took in my battered and mentally exhausted sister. I was sure he would eventually kill her, and I wasn’t waiting for that to happen.

The morning before I finally sealed the mother fuckers coffin, my mother begged me not to get involved. Angel, she cried. Please, don’t go after Hector. Angela is finally out of his life. What good will it do if you fight with him?

Mama, fight? I’m going to kill him. I’ve had enough. This is bullshit. You know she will go back to him, and this time he may kill her. I can’t let that happen. It’s either him or me.

There was no stopping me.

I found him drinking beer on the front stoop of their apartment complex. Hey, bro, was it you who took that bitch to the ER? he asked. "Thanks, I didn’t mean to do such damage, but she pushes me to my limit. You know these bitches sometimes need a good beating.

Yup, I answered.

She’s one fucking pain in the ass. Refusing to cook me some eggs. I didn’t mean to break her arm, but sometimes I don’t know my own strength, he said dryly, chugging down the rest of his beer.

I stood before him, grabbed the empty beer bottle out of his hand, and smashed it over his head. Asshole. Maybe you need a taste of your own medicine.

Hector tumbled down the steps, and when his body hit the ground, I saw blood dripping from the open wound in his head. It ran down his face and over his lips.

Hector was stunned. You fucking prick, he yelled. I’m going to kill you.

Just try, I hissed. He was big, taller than an average Latino, and over two hundred and fifty pounds. Until now, my sister had always stood between Hector and me, but now I’d had enough. I had the advantage at over six feet and two hundred and twenty-five pounds of muscle.

Hector lunged for me, and I dodged his overweight bulk. He yelled at me again, You think you are one smart motherfucker. I’m going to break both your arms. He went for me again and managed to clip the side of my jaw. I didn’t go