One Ride (The Hellions Ride) (13 page)

Rage boils inside me.  Seeing my boys in place, I step up to Pablo.

“She’s worth Every.  Fucking.  Thing.  She’s no puta.  She’s fucking mine.  Your mother became a puta the day she fucking conceived you.  The only way you or any other fucker will get to Doll is the day I’m no longer fucking breathing.”

He reaches for his side, pulling out a knife as I lunge forward.  My guys quickly take out his crew.   Grabbing his wrist, I yank on the hand holding the eight inch knife.  Pulling his arm around behind him, I move so I’m behind him. Unable to easily grab his knife, I take the blade in my hand.  The blade penetrates my skin as he moves against me. Using his position against him, I dislocate his right shoulder where I have his arm pulled behind his back.  Taking the knife from him, I use my arm to get him in a chokehold.  Getting a tighter grip, he’s now gasping for breath.  My hand is dripping with blood and throbbing, but I press on.  Forcing him forward into the men’s bathroom, I nod at my boys to handle the others and call in for clean-up, this one’s gonna be a mess.  Once inside, I loosen my grip enough to get some information from Pablo. 

“Why were you sent for Doll?”

“Damn you’re a dumb fuck, Crews.  You know she’s leverage against Roundman.”  Pablo is laughing again.  His arrogance is pissing me off.  “Delatorre is going to make Roundman negotiate business dealings.  No worries, though, he’ll take care of your precious Doll.”

“Do you want to fuckin’ die?  You’re headed to the ground mother fucker, Delatorre too.”  I grind out between my gritted teeth.

“It’s clear, you’ll die for the cabrona, but the question is would you kill for her?”

“We’ll soon find out.  You gonna talk?”

“Don’t know shit, Crews.  Delatorre is a one man show, unlike you and your brothers who know too much.  Oh that cunt’s gonna be sweet.  Delatorre’s gonna have that bitch on her knees calling him Daddy.”  Pablo says, no longer fighting against me.

“Then you better hope Delatorre will avenge your death.  Not one of you mother fuckers will get to her as long as I’m around.  See you in Hell, mother fucker.”

And with that, I take the blade of his knife and slit his throat, ear to ear.  Dropping him to the ground, as he falls to his knees, grabbing his throat, the gurgling of the blood as he’s choking on it is the only noise around me.   I wash my hands, cleaning out the cut in my palm from earlier and wrap it in a paper towel.   Walking past Pablo as he bleeds out on the bathroom floor, I drop the knife beside his unconscious body.  My boys will have this cleaned up, evidence destroyed and witnesses paid off in a matter of hours.  Hellions don’t take threats lightly and have no problems eliminating the issues.  This isn’t the first time and won’t be the last time.

Message sent, Delatorre.  You sent the wrong mother fuckin’ goons.  I’ll kill ‘em all before they take her.  Don’t fuck with what’s mine, and Doll is fucking mine.

Something’s Changed

For once, I do as I’m told and stay put.  It isn’t easy either.  Leaning against the bathroom door, I can hear everything going on between Tripp and Pablo.  There’s a confidence in Pablo’s voice.  He’s cold, calculated.  They want me.  I need to go out there before they kill Tripp. Just let them take me.  I’m leverage to make my dad cut deals on business.  This wouldn’t be good for the Hellions as a whole.  Delatorre would never be satisfied.  If we’re outnumbered, they will get me anyway.  I could possibly save Tripp by walking out and giving myself over.  It’s me they want and need.  The club would suffer being at the hands of Delatorre’s dirty business though.  My dad won’t be able to let me go, so he would do whatever they asked of him in hopes of saving me.  This shit is deeper than the Amy Mitchell crap.

Tripp said,
“I’m worth everything.”
  Those words bring forth such strong emotions in me.  My dad has always told me you never settle.  Always wait for the man that values you as his everything.  I hear a shuffle before it goes eerily quiet.  I’m unable to stop myself from crying.  The seconds turn to minutes and it all feels like hours.

The knock on the door comes, and to my relief, Sass speaks.  “Doll, open up, it’s me.”

Unlocking the door, I open it a crack to see my best friend.   I practically climb on to her as I pull her to me for a hug.  I’m sobbing uncontrollably as Rex is guiding us away from the restrooms, and taking Tripp’s gun from my shaking hand.  Standing by the bikes, I’m anxiously waiting for Tripp.  Where did he go?  Why wasn’t he the one to get me out of the bathroom?  Is he hurt?  Does he need me?

Tripp comes around the corner of the building.  His hair is half out of its ponytail.  Obviously he’s been in an altercation of some sort.  Something in his demeanor has change; he’s serious as usual, but there is a hard feeling coming across his features.  He nods at Rex before wrapping his strong arms around me.

Looking down at me, his eyes roaming to make sure I’m really here, or I’m okay, I’m not sure which.  I reach my hand up and rub my thumb across his cheek.  He lets go of my waist to wipe my tears away, saying nothing.

“I’m okay.  You kept me safe.”  I say, trying to convince him.

My words must have given him whatever reassurance he was seeking, as his lips come crashing down on mine.  No one kisses like Tripp.  He consumes me once again.  My knees give out under me.  The only thing holding me up is Tripp’s grip around my waist.  He’s kissing me deep into my soul, into the place that tells me, I’m everything to him and he’s everything to me. Each sweep of his tongue with mine is another of cupid’s arrows landing in the center of my heart.  Intense emotions swirl between us, he’s giving as much as I’m taking and getting equally in return.  In this moment, this intricate, emotional dance of our tongues, something changes, there’s a shift between us.  I’ve never believed in fate until this very moment.  Fate brought me to this man, and I don’t think I can ever let him go. 

He slows the kiss and pulls away gently, pulling me into him.  He holds me close, and for few minutes we remain in this silent embrace.

“We gotta go, Doll.”  Tripp says, as he pulls his hands from my body to fix his ponytail.

“You’re hurt.”  I say noticing his hand.  “There’s blood on your shirt, Tripp.  Do you need to go to the hospital?  Where are Delatorre’s men?”

Cupping my chin to look up at him, “I’m fine, and don’t worry with the rest of the shit.  Get on the bike so we can go to a hotel, shower, and rest.  It’s been a long fucking day.”

Clearly in no mood to talk, I decide to listen.  He’s right.  It’s been a helluva day.

She’s okay.  Doll is fine and here with me.  They don’t know where we are headed.  St. Louis was never an intended stop, therefore, we have no choice but to get a hotel.  After everything today, I want a shower and a beer.  They intercepted us three hours ago.  Chances are we’re safe for tonight.  No one else followed us I feel like I can breathe for the evening.

Shit’s gone downhill on transports before.  I’ve done things I’m not proud of.  When it comes down to someone’s gonna die, him or me, best believe it won’t be me.  Does Doll realize this?  She’s been so sheltered.  Does she understand some of the things Roundman, myself, and some of my brothers have done to give her the peace to sleep at night?  If Doll found out what kind of man I really am, she wouldn’t be kissing me with all the goodness she has inside of her.

Looking around the drab hotel room, my gut twists.  Each moment spent with Doll, she chips away at the walls I built around me.  I need to know she’s safe.  I need to see her smile.  I need to know she’s sheltered from all the danger.  I need to know she’s carefree and happy.  Never before has someone else’s happiness mattered to me, not even my own.  Happiness is an illusion, a simple trick bringing on a high.  When it’s over, and it always ends, you’re left with a desire for more.  Like a magician making a trick look simple, happiness leads you to believe things are easy when they aren’t.  For Doll, I want life to be easy, and I will do anything I can to let her have a carefree happiness. 

Our room is simple; two queen beds, a TV on top of a dresser and a bathroom.  Rex and Sass are in the room next door.  The girls aren’t safe until Delatorre is taken down, so we can’t leave them in a room together.  Immediately, I head to the shower.  My clothing being put aside to be burned, I climb in letting the water wash away the filth of today’s events.  Knowing what I did, whether it’s for good reasons or not, I’m unable to speak to Doll. 

Lost in my musings, I’m startled when I hear the bathroom door open.  My gun is on the counter by the shower, I pull back the curtain to reach for it.  Looking up, I stop in my tracks, unable to breathe at the beauty before me. 

Doll is standing there, naked.  Her long blonde hair is cascading down over her full breasts.  The pinks of her pointed nipples calling out to my lips, begging for attention.  She walks forward, stepping into the shower.  Her chest is rising and falling in deep breaths, as she trembles slightly.

“Doll,” I say, not knowing what she’s planning here. 

My eyes roam south to the juncture of her hips.  She has a small, neatly, trimmed blonde line of hair leading to her place of heavenly sweetness.  I lick my lips in anticipation of all I want to do to this woman. 

Moving closer to me, she reaches up with one finger against my lips.  She whispers to me, unsure of herself.

“No talking, Tripp.  It’s been a long day.  You need to let go of everything that happened today.  Let me be your everything, let me be your escape.  Get lost in this moment with me.”

Leaning down, I kiss her lightly.  In response, she pushes her chest against me.  Taking her bottom lip into my mouth, I nip, then suck gently.  Her hands are running through the water coming down off my shoulders onto my chest.  Licking her lips with my tongue, I slowly tease my way into her mouth.  Wrapping my hands around her, I pull her tightly to me.  Moving her hair, I trail kisses down her neck.  I suck briefly on the spot behind her ear before tugging her earlobe with my teeth.  Kissing my way down to her breasts, I suck hard on her nipple.  Her moan in response increases the blood flow to my already hard cock. 

Dropping down, I lift her leg over my shoulder.  Licking her folds, I place my hands on her ass, holding her firmly against my face.  She’s rocking against me.  Her hands are now tangled in my hair, keeping it out of my face.  Kneading her ass with one hand, I move my other to separate the lips of her pussy.  Sweeping my tongue across her clit, I take in her unique taste.  Craving more, knowing I’ll never get enough, I devour her pussy.  Flicking my tongue inside her then sucking on her clit, I can feel her body building up.  I rub my finger in circles over her clit.  Licking circles over the edge of her entrance, I tease before moving to gently nip the inside of her thigh.  She rocks forward, her body begging for more.  I insert a finger in her core.  Instantly her body grips it, as I slowly move in and out, while licking her clit.  Increasing my pace, I add a second finger, while I continue to allow my tongue to dance around her folds.  Her body quivers over me as she moans.  Knowing she’s close, I suck on her clit hard, sending her over the edge.  Removing my fingers, I rub softly on her folds as she’s going through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Taking her leg off my shoulder, I steady her as she comes down.  Kissing my way back up, I knead her breasts, careful not to overdo it on her now sensitive nipples.  Pushing her into the shower wall, I kiss her. With her arms around my neck, she wraps her legs around me.  My cock is at her entrance as she rocks against me.

“Let go, Tripp. Get lost in me.”  She whispers between kisses as she bites my neck. 

Without a second thought, I thrust inside her.  My piercing grazes her clit as I enter her, causing her to shake in my arms.  She’s so fucking tight. I still, momentarily, allowing her body the chance to adjust to my size.  The water is coming down over us as she looks in my eyes.  There’s an unconditional acceptance in the blue depths staring at me.  I’m lost in her right now.  She owns my soul completely.  I begin to move in and out of her.  My piercing rubs the inner wall of her core as I slowly bring myself all the way to the edge of being out of her and then glide back in.  She trembles around me at each thrust.  She’s rocking against me, moaning as she builds up.  I pick up speed as she milks me, seeking her release.  Dropping my head, I suck hard on her nipple as I slam hard and fast into her, sending her over the edge.  Her pussy is so tight.  I slow my pace fighting my own release.  Making this last for her, for me, for us, I don’t know.  What I do know, is this is the closest to heaven I’ll ever get, and I want to keep my dick buried in her body forever.

“Taaaaallllllloooonnn,” she cries out as her body is shaking around me.  Hearing her call out my real name, sends me over the edge, shooting my warm seed deep into her womb. 

Letting her ride out her orgasm, I hold her close.  Her head is resting on my chest, as we both get our breathing back to normal.  When she drops her legs from my waist, I steady her before I pull out of her.  She winces, but smiles.