Naked Dirty Love (26 page)

Bookie, Quinn, and Cricket barbequed sausages, hamburgers, and hot dogs while Cell and Paddy served up drinks to everyone at an outside bar.

Kink and Hardy spoke in hushed tones with beer bottles in their hands while Chantal and Marian watched the kids and spoke animatedly to each other.

Ronan and Naomi sat across from Dizzy and Bronaugh. The conversation looked serious though every now and then, they all smiled or laughed. Brendan and Sean chatted with each other while several club whores walked around keeping prospects and the single men in the club company.

I watched everyone around me before staring at the man I loved with all my heart.

“Is everything gonna be okay?” Trey questioned after we embraced and kissed one another.

“Yeah, I think so. I’ve made my peace with the past and I’m ready to move forward.”

“With me, I hope.”

“Always with you. I love you so much, I’d do anything for you.”

Trey leaned in to me until our foreheads touched gently. “I’m glad to hear that because there’s some stuff I gotta tell you. Shit you need to know about the club if we’re gonna make a go at this. You’re gonna be my wife, my old lady—we won’t have any secrets between the two of us. You got it?”

“I’ve always known that, honey,” I whispered to him.

“Good ’cause it’s not just you and me against the world anymore. We got the club to watch our backs. Knowin’ you went through all this shit with me and yet, you’re still here—I plan on keepin’ you.”

“There’s no issue there because you’re never gettin’ rid of me.”

Trey laughed out loud. “That’s good to know. We’re gonna be facin’ more shit in the future. Our lives are gonna be in flux. Shit’s about to get real deep and I need you to be with me.”

I laughed and kissed his lips yet again. “There’s no where else I’d rather be than by your side, honey.”

That was the honest to goodness truth.

Men had come and gone from my life but Trey was the one.

I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

The club, the life, and this man—we would all ride and die together.

Love kept us going, while brotherhood was our sword and shield.

Nothing felt as good as knowing I finally had a family again, and no matter what happened we would stand by each other.

There were outside forces determined to tear us down but through it all, we would band together and become stronger. This was my life and I was determined to live it to the fullest with the Saints as my club, and Trey by my side.

The End

The Rough Riders Series
continues with

Dangerous Alliance

(Ronan & Naomi ’s story)

Coming Autumn of 2014

Forever Ride

Book Two of the
Hellions Ride Series

By Chelsea Camaron

Blurb

Events happen in life that can awaken our truest and deepest desires. They also show us our greatest fears. Sometimes we are forced to face those fears, other times we build walls that can't be broken to protect ourselves.

A profound connection these two once shared. A strong friendship once formed was shattered. Fate has stepped in and shaken both their worlds.

The danger, the wild, the chaos, and the lifestyle of the Hellions world has become far too much for Savannah 'Sass' Perchton. Swearing off bikers and attempting a 'normal' life, she has settled. She's committed to Nick, her country club, pretty boy. She's found a way to be content.

Things aren't always what they seem. Wrap an empty box in pretty paper and a bow, it may look amazing, but it's still a hollow shell.

He's a Hellions playboy. A different chick in his bed, off on a different ride, and always something new. He's Frank 'Tank' Oleander, Haywood's Hellions Road Chief. Throttle down and life is good.

The fast pace of the Hellions life catches up to him. At a crossroads, he's forced to face some life changing thoughts or succumb to the darkness of death. Teetering on the brink of giving in, her voice is all he's holding onto. The coma he can't pull himself out of, her voice is what he holds onto.

She's sworn off bikers. He’s facing the Reaper. Can he pull through? Can she ever see past the lifestyle to the heart of the man behind the cut? Will they find their Forever Ride?

Excerpt from
Forever Ride

~Tank~

Darkness. Shadows. Blackness. Gloom. Sadness. I’m engulfed in obscurity, vagueness, and murkiness. Oblivion. I’m not completely gone, but I’m not here either. Lost. Tumbling. Absent.

The soft voice comes through. Gentle, kind, loving, and sad all break through. The light in the dark, the sounds of her, the feel of her, knowing she’s here it pulls me through the shades of black. The citrus smell of her invades my senses. I’m fighting to open my eyes. I want to see her. No, I need to see her. The depths of those emerald green eyes that once danced in my presence, I crave that connection. Fighting with everything in me to see her, but yet nothing is working.

She’s touching me. I can feel her squeeze my hand. She’s rubbing my arm. It’s a relaxed brush, a tickle almost.
Come on Tank, move your hand
, I think to myself. Damn it, I can’t do anything. Fuck, I need her to know, I’m right here with her.

“I have to go to work. Roundman and my dad will be by later to see you. I’ll come back tomorrow,”
 
I hear her say with somber undertones.

She’s carrying a heavy burden. A weight I want to lift away. I feel her sorrow. Why?
 
What’s bothering her?
 
Is it my situation?
 
Why can’t I wake up and tell her, it’s going to be okay?
 
Her hands move off my arm and hand, I feel her push off the bed and lean over me. She brushes her hand through my hair and touches her lips ever so softly to my forehead.

“Bye, Tank, until tomorrow. Come back to us,”
 
she whispers barely audible.

The darkness threatens to consume me again as I hold tight to her words. Roundman and her dad, they’ll be coming. The Hellions motorcycle club, my brothers, my Prez and VP will be here. Moments from the past come flooding back to me.

From the day I became in debt to Roundman, he owned my afternoons and weekends with the Hellions working. The gradual progression of my responsibilities over time as I earn my place and the respect of the brothers around me. At first, I was shop clean-up for the garage. As business picks up for the guys, my tasks become more important. In a year’s time, they have me running parts and errands after they could see I was reliable. Eventually, I find myself turning wrenches alongside the Roundman and Danza.

My mom doesn’t like me spending so much time with the club. She tries to intervene, but Uncle Kenny steps in and reminds her, the Hellions are more than providing for her and my sisters now. Since the day Roundman said he would take care of them, he has. Our rent is paid in full for the year. Our electric, gas, and water bills continue to show regular payments leaving credits left over into the coming months. Groceries are consistently show up in our pantry and refrigerator while we are out. Uncle Kenny tells her not to question it. Just learn to accept the hand being extended.

Uncle Kenny being a patched member promised to look out for me and not let me get in over my head. If my mom only knew what got me in this situation to begin with. Bull, as my uncle was named by the Hellions, doesn’t tell my mom my secret. But he makes sure I bust my ass to repay my marker, my debt owed to Roundman. He also won’t let me get off track with my own life, even for the club or the shop.

“Franky, tell Roundman what you told your momma boy,”
 
Bull commands while a shit eating grin spreads across his face.

I should’ve known he wouldn’t let it go. My uncle is named Bull appropriately. Not only is he a big man, as in stocky, but he’s stubborn and won’t back down. He’s staring me down much like a bull would a matador in a fight. There’s a challenge in his tone, one that says he’s going to win. He’s the one waving the red cape at me rather than the other way around. Taunting, testing, and teasing, all with a knowing smile.

Gathering my resolve and reasoning, I begin to share with Roundman and Danza my thoughts. “Business is good. I’m learning more every day. I’m more productive and gain more life skills here in the shop than I do at school. Mom and I were talking the other day. If I drop out of school I could work more here or get a job with Rocky down at his garage,”
 
I state confident in my reasoning.

Danza pipes up before Roundman can. “Have you lost your damn mind kid?”

Maybe I have. At seventeen, I’m ready to break free. The stuff in those history books won’t help me face the hard knocks of life. I know basic math. I can read and write. What more do I really need?
 
I don’t see the importance behind a high school diploma. It’s just a piece of paper.

“Danza, I want to work on cars. There ain’t nothing in that school gonna teach me about that,”
 
I reply making eye contact with the biker.

“You’re gonna finish school. I get that you think it’s bullshit, but you finish what you start. You finish school, get your certification, you can work here as a full time mechanic. If you drop out of school, we’re done with you,”
 
Danza states clearly not joking.

“Done with me?
 
Really, Danza, I bust my ass and have from day fuckin’ one. Has the last year not shown I finish what I start?”
 
I reply as the anger in me boils into a rage.

I move to make a step toward Danza when suddenly Roundman is in my face, standing over me. He’s around six feet tall to my current height of five feet eight inches. He’s full of muscle from the years of hard work. Looking down at me, he glares.

“I believe it was your mistakes that brought you to our doorstep. We don’t owe you shit boy! You don’t want to go to school, fine, don’t. However, there is no place left for you here. You start something you finish it. One day a woman will come along, you’ll fall in love, have kids, and shit’s gonna get boring, you gonna walk out on your family?
 
At seventeen, you think you have all the answers. You don’t know shit! Go to school, learn what they teach you, and take your time growing up. You got the rest of your life to work your ass off and be a man. Do what teenagers do, go to school, date some girls, come to the shop and work, go home, and stay outta trouble. You get through school, Franky, and I’ll send you to get certified. After that, I’ll make sure you have a good job. You drop outta high school though I got not one second to waste with you.”
 
With that, Roundman turns and walks away from me.

Danza is shaking his head at me. “Dumb fuck. We’re gonna make a man outta you son. Not a piece of shit man either, but a good man. Stop thinking you know everything and look at what’s in front of you. I get it, your old man, he did some shit that rained down on you and your mom. We’ve straightened that out for you. Franky, you got a chance here to be somebody and do something with your life. The Hellions will look out for you as long as you look out for yourself. Dedicate finishing school to that thought.”

With that memory, the fatigue consumes me. I fight to stay with my thoughts. My graduation, the Hellions were all in attendance with my mother and sisters. Roundman true to his word paid for my mechanics certification. He set me up with a good job at the garage. The cards life had dealt me were starting to feel like a playable hand. It’s not kings and aces yet, but it’s a start.

Her touch is long since gone. My hand is now empty and cold. Her voice is more like the fading sound of a faraway angel. The hold she has is slipping with each passing second as I succumb once again to the darkness and the sleep.

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