Originals Ride: Hellions Motorcycle Club (Hellions Ride Book 8) (11 page)

The guys are getting released this morning. We are giving them the day with their women so they can get laid. Tonight, though, it’s a party at the compound where Rocky and I took the time to build a stage and get a band to come out to play.

I never thought about how hard it is to balance a family and the club. I don’t know how the guys do it plus have kids. Hell, I never really expected to settle down anywhere. Something from the beginning tied me to the guys, though.

Rhett and I met on the side of the highway in Alabama. He said if I was ever in North Carolina, Blaine’s shop was the place to get my bike serviced. I had nowhere else to be, no place to call home, or family to worry about, so the coast sounded pretty nice to me.

I didn’t expect to ride in and make it a permanent home. I definitely didn’t expect to bond with these men as if they were my blood brothers. More than that, I didn’t think I could find a woman I wanted to spend more time with than the energy it took to get off.

Then I met Matilda. She’s fire and ice all in one. She winds me up and sets me off more than any other human. We have this crazy pull between us. I’ve never had someone want me and only me the way this woman does.

Tilly rides my ass so hard about not being home enough without them. She needs more support. If I’m not at work, she wants me in her pussy.

Don’t get me wrong, I love her pussy, but come on; a man needs a break. Truth be told, I don’t even think the woman does it for the orgasms as much as she does it to keep control of my balls. If I’m in her, then I’m not anywhere else. Swear to Christ, I think, if she could sleep with my limp dick inside her, she would just so she could sleep and not think I’m going to sneak out or something crazy like that.

It’s not long after we get the party started that Roundman and Danza arrive with their women at their sides.

My woman, she’s giving the lead singer of some shit-ass band a good look down her cleavage. Where is the love? Where is the loyalty?

My anger boils.

Stepping out back, I go to the makeshift horseshoe area we have, throwing back a beer before picking up the metal set to toss. Slice comes over with another beer in his hand for me and the other set of shoes.

“You all right, brother?” he asks.

“Wanna fuckin’ cut the broad loose. Can’t seem to shake her, though. When it’s me and her, she’s a fuckin’ dream. The second there is anyone or anything else going on besides me being with her, then all hell breaks loose.”

Slice laughs as he tips his beer up.

Rocky strolls over, saying, “Pussy on the regular can’t be that bad, especially if she ain’t wantin’ the house, the kids, the fucking station wagon, and the dog.”

“Oh, but she is,” I reply, feeling the weight of my situation on me.

“Frisco!” Tilly calls out to me. “California kid, if you won’t love me right, this one will.”

Rage runs through me. I want to beat that fucker’s ass as my woman reaches up and grabs his dick. At the same time, I want to fuck her into oblivion so she will shut the hell up.

Everything happens in a blur, and before I realize it, I have beaten the hell out of the lead singer of the band. With blood on my knuckles, anger in my eyes, my brothers all at my back, Tilly looks at me with love.

“Shit’s fucked up, Tilly.”

“Choose me, Frisco.”

I shake my head, blood pouring from my busted lip. “Come again?”

“Choose me,” she whispers before she turns and walks away.

I let her go. Stupidly, I let her go.

With every fiber of my being, I know she wants me to follow her. I know she needs me to choose her over the mayhem of the night. I know her heart craves my attention. Everything inside me screams to follow that tail right out the doors and don’t look back.

After all, I am a man. We tend to get led around by our dicks. My dick knows that me throwing down for her ensures she’s going to ride me hard and long tonight.

The problem is that’s what she wants all the time. Everything is a choice: her pussy or …

Her pussy is tired. Her mouth is tired. I’m so sick of the break up to make up I can’t see straight.

What’s worse? My brothers have come home from doing time, and I’ve gone and beaten the hell out of some shit-ass band all because of tired, worn out pussy.

There is something wrong with me. Seriously fucking wrong with me, because even in all this, for a moment, a brief moment, I considered following that pussy right out the door.

Thankfully, I used my brain for once.

Looking around, I see the clubhouse is a wreck. Roundman is smiling before devouring Dia in a kiss while Danza looks like he’s on the prowl. Both men were big before their years of three hots and a cot, but the time in the yard has seriously bulked the two of them up.

Going to Danza first, I extend my hand. “Sorry about the mess, brother.”

He grabs mine in a firm hold. “Nothin’ to be sorry ’bout, man. Fucker had it comin’. If it were my woman, I’d have made him choke on his own balls.”

“Your woman wouldn’t have given that man a second look.”

With a cocky smile, Danza nods. “You got a crazy one, Frisco.”

He’s right about that.

I take my time cleaning up the clubhouse and making sure everything gets squared away. It is my fault things got out of hand tonight; it’s the least I could do. A smart man would have either followed his woman out of the clubhouse hours before or kept his ass with his club.

I’m a man, but I’m not always a smart man.

Finally pulling up to the single-wide trailer Tilly and I share, I should have known things were different this time when I didn’t find my shit in the front yard. In all the time we’ve gone back and forth, I swear she has put me out more times than years we’ve been together.

Walking in, the lights are off except in the bedroom. As I enter the space, the sight in front of me has my guts in knots.

On our bed, naked with cuts all over her body and blood still running out of her, lies Tilly.

“Baby!” I call out, rushing over to her.

With her eyes closed, I make the mistake of assuming she’s passed out from blood loss.

This isn’t the first mistake I’ve made where this woman is concerned.

The sharp metal hits my throat as her wild eyes pop open.

“Told you,” she says with a rasp to her voice like she’s been screaming for hours on end. “Begged you. How many times have I gotten on my knees and begged you to choose me! Me!” she screams as the blade cuts into my skin.

I don’t move. I should. I should break her fucking wrist and take the knife. I should pull my gun from my back and shoot her in the head. Yet, I don’t.

Instead, I take the pain as the burn hits when the opening of my wound is exposed to the air. I don’t stop her as I let the crazed woman in front of me find her twisted pleasure in watching my neck bleed.

“You feel powerful now, Tilly?” I ask as she presses harder into my skin.

“More than ever before.”

“Taking my life mean that much to you?”

“You’re mine, Richard. You always go where the club needs you, but what about me? What about
us
? I’ve tried everything, yet you always choose the club.”

“What’s this, Tilly? If you can’t have me, no one can?”

She pauses at my words. At the nod of her head, I know I’m fucked.

Reaching up, I take her wrist in mine as the metal digs in. Then I yank hard, and she yelps as I twist, forcing her to release the weapon.

Tears stream down her face, falling to her naked torso and mixing with the blood where she’s sliced herself.

“I had a plan,” she whispers.

“I can see that.”

“Gonna take you out, say it was self-defense.”

My heart hurts for the pain I’ve given this woman. This is the moment when I should have known better. She isn’t strong enough for the life I live. She isn’t ready to have times when I can’t share things with her—not because I don’t want to, but because it’s in her best interest. I have broken this beautiful woman, all because I do choose the Hellions.

“Tilly, I’m gonna release you. I’m gonna climb on my bike and never look back. I should kill you for what you’ve done, but I’m simply gonna walk away.”

“Kill me!” she screeches. “Just do it! You already killed me on the inside.”

“I know,” I give her solemnly. “I never intended to. I’m gonna get you set up financially for a while. When you’re straight, you move on. There’s a good woman inside you, the kind of woman who could make a lot of men happy.”

“Just not you,” she says quietly.

“Not a man like me, no. Go on with life, Tilly. Instead of me choosing you,
you
choose you. Gonna go now. Don’t try to stab me in the back. This is our time to part ways.”

I expect her to jump me. I anticipate the move. She never does.

I leave the trailer like I said and don’t look back. I go to the one place that really is home—the Hellions’ compound.

Sometimes, love lost is love won. One day, Tilly will realize this when she wins her happiness away from me and my club.

Seven Years Later…

Losing It All

“Fuck cancer! Fuck it all!” I roar, throwing the beer bottle at the wall behind the bar and watching the glass shatter.

My wife is at home, painting Delilah’s toenails, while I try to wrap my head around the fact that the treatment failed. My beautiful wife, my strong, vibrant woman, has months left. It isn’t supposed to be like this.

I have spent the last year holding her hand while she has been in pain so bad she can’t move. I have watched her cry as her hair, her beautiful blonde hair, fell out chunk by chunk. I continuously sat in the waiting room of the hospital as she had the surgery to remove her breasts. Her beautiful breasts are no more.

All because of fucking cancer.

Through it all, through every high and every low, Dia has been strong. She has smiled through the pain, laughed during the agony, and pushed through each and every day, only to find out that we are once again losing the battle.

I feel like I’m dying inside. The mere thought of one day, one minute without her by my side is a hell unlike any other.

Send me back to jail, brand me with a hot iron, cut my dick off and shove it up my ass, but God, please don’t take her from me.

A slap on my shoulder has me turning my head.

“Let it out here, brother,” Danza says. “Let the walls have it all. Then take your ass home, and Roundman, you give her every part of you left to give until the very end.”

Blinking, I jump up and head home. I don’t want to waste time. I don’t want to be away from her.

Once our little Doll is fast asleep, I climb into bed beside my wife. Her eyes don’t hide the pain, the fatigue, or the sadness she’s carrying around.

Laying my head on her chest, I listen to the steady thumping of her heartbeat.

“Blaine,” she whispers as she strokes my hair. “Sugar, times a comin’. Doll’s gonna need you.”

With no shame, I let the tears fall. “Can’t do it without you. I’m a man, baby; how can I be what she needs as a girl?”

“You are what she needs because, love, you have always been exactly what I needed when I needed it. Ain’t nobody stronger, more loyal, and more loving than you.”

“You’re wrong.” I hold her tightly, hating feeling her frail body under me yet selfishly needing to hear the
thump, thump, thump
of her life moving through her body. “You’re the strongest person I know.”

“Blaine, I’m always with you. Eternity, baby, I promise you. I’ll love you for eternity. We have a girl, a beautiful, magical, wonderful little girl, and she’s gonna need you.”

I lift my head and look into her eyes. “I could get lost in the depths of your eyes.”

“We gotta face this. Gotta be prepared.”

Sliding up, I rest my forehead against hers. “I can’t let you go, Claudia. Don’t ask me to let you go.”

Before she can answer, I press my lips to hers to keep her quiet. I can’t let her say the words. I can’t hear her tell me to go on.

Breaking away, I brush my lips to hers again. “You are my partner. You are my lifeline. You are my heart.” I kiss her deeply again. “Made you promises, baby. Dia, I gave you my word. It’s ride beyond this lifetime, you and me. Don’t give up on me, because I damn sure ain’t giving up on you.”