Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2016
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This is a work of fiction. All character, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
1st edition published: June 27, 2016
Editing by: C&D Editing and Asli Fratarcangeli
Cover Design by: Cover Me Darling
Formatting by: M.L. Pahl of IndieVention Designs
ISBN-13: 978-1534718609
ISBN-10: 1534718605
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This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. Content involves strong language and sexual situations. All parties portrayed in sexual situation are over the age of 18. All characters are a work of fiction.
This book is not meant to be an exact depiction of a motorcycle club but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain.
Four men, four families, four originals, one club.
Go back to where it all began so long ago for Roundman, Danza, Frisco, and the late Rocky Fowler. A life choice, a road less traveled, all coming together in the name of brotherhood.
Some found love, some faced loss, and others learned real loyalty. This is the story before the chaos. This is how the originals ride from the past and into the present.
To my dad, Roundman, you are the man who stands behind me through everything. You taught me to love unconditionally, ride hard, be myself, and not to take one person for granted. You are always who you are and make no apologies for it. Thank you for being the man who rode the Harley before it was the cool thing to do. You are a badass rebel with a heart of gold. Thank you for being my dad and always being solid in my life.
To my mom, you are the original “ol’ lady.” You’ve been my strength when I’ve been weak and my safety net as I spread my wings to fly. Thank you for being the strong woman you are.
To Haywood and Rocky, you were taken all too soon. Haywood, I can close my eyes and still see your smile and the way your eyes lit up when you always said, “Let’s give ’em something to talk about.” I know my dad misses you more than words, as we all do. Until the time comes when we can ride together again, you are in our hearts. Rocky, I sure miss you stopping by the shop to check in. They do a ride in your honor for charity. It brings back every memory, and to see all those bikes from so many clubs and organizations that wouldn’t otherwise come together line up and ride together is a moment of pride for you and everything you stood for. The two of you were a class above the rest, men who stood up for everything they believed in. Thank you for the friendship you gave my dad and everyone who knew you both. Thank you for being an extended family and solid people to look up to.
To all the Hellions’ readers, the series is coming to a close with Originals Ride and Final Ride. Thank you for encouraging me and loving these boys as much as I do. We only have a couple of rides left together, and I truly hope you feel the emotion and the family bond I wrote the books to have. For me, writing an MC was never about the grit, the violence, the shock, and awe; it was about the feel of the ride and the power of a club family. I’m fortunate enough to have people in my life who aren’t my blood but are my family and have my back through the good and bad. My wish for everyone is to experience the unconditional love that comes from a bond that’s solid, whether it’s in an MC or a reading book club, people coming together to lift each other up, be a positive force in someone’s life so we don’t have to travel through life’s miles alone.
Dear Reader,
While the Hellions Ride books have each been written to stand alone, they are best read in order. This book will go between the past and the present and clear up almost everything that has purposely been left out of the previous books. It will be told from Roundman’s point of view mostly with an occasional part from the other originals. The opening of Originals Ride is before the Hellions came to be, so please understand they are not a club at the beginning of the book.
To have the best reading experience, here is the series order:
One Ride
Forever Ride
Merciless Ride
Eternal Ride
Innocent Ride
Simple Ride
Heated Ride
Ride With Me (Hellions MC and Ravage MC Duel) written with Ryan Michele
Originals Ride
Final Ride will be the final book in the Hellions Ride series releasing late 2016!
Thank you for taking a ride with the Hellions MC.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Part One: (Past) – Out of Necessity … It Begins
Chapter One: Eye on the Prize
Chapter Two: Fury
Chapter Three: Endless Possibilities
Chapter Four: Plans Change
Chapter Five: Dreams
Chapter Six: California Kid
Chapter Seven: Hellions Ride
Chapter Eight: Control the Chaos
Chapter Nine: Future Looks Bright
Part Two: (Past) – Out of Love and Loyalty … It Continues
Chapter Ten: Ass and Sass
Chapter Eleven: A Doll
Chapter Twelve: Barbeque
Chapter Thirteen: Doing Time
Chapter Fourteen: Homecoming
Chapter Fifteen: Losing It All
Chapter Sixteen: It Takes a Club
Chapter Seventeen: Crash
Part Three: (Present) – Out of Pride … It Comes to a Head
Chapter Eighteen: Threats Keep Coming
Chapter Nineteen: Truth Comes Out
Chapter Twenty: Take a Stand
Chapter Twenty-One: A Lesson in Family
Chapter Twenty-Two: Holding On
Chapter Twenty-Three: Couldn’t Be Prouder
Part Four: (Present Day) – Out of Legacy … It Survives
Epilogue
About the Author
Excerpt from Final Ride (Hellions Ride Book 9)
Excerpt from In The Red (Devil’s Due Book 1)
Excerpt from Challenged (Vipers Creed Book 1) by Ryan Michele
Sometimes, the family we choose for ourselves can be more loyal than those we are connected to by blood. Ride until I die, the Hellions Motorcycle Club is my family.
~Roundman~
Eye on the Prize
“Dia, why’re you with a dirty man like me?” I look at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty in front of me with her high-cut jeans flaring out at the bottom and her tube top doing nothing to hide the points of her hard nipples. Her hair fans out from her face like she’s an angel in a magazine.
She taps her finger on her chin as if she’s thinking about it. “Rough fingertips over smooth skin …” She licks her lips as I reach out and grab her hips.
“Bad,” I growl, leaning down to bite the curve of her neck. “Winding me up while I’m at work. Brick house, baby. You’re a brick house.”
“Sugar, you asked the question.” She bats her eyelashes innocently. “I just answered.”
Without any shame, I slap my grease-covered hands over the globes of her ass and squeeze. “I’ll give y
ou rough fingers, baby.”
“Don’t tease me; just please me.” She leans up and presses her lips to mine. Like every time we touch, the sparks roll through me as if I have fire burning in my veins.
“How the hell did I get so lucky? I’m from the wrong side of the tracks. You’re all class, sass, and goodness … I’m just a working man.”
“Who’s not afraid to get a little dirty,” she chimes in with a flirtatious smile.
“You with me just to make your daddy mad?” I ask, pushing her when I already know the answer.
“I can do a lot of things to tick off dear old dad, Blaine. I don’t have to be with you for that.”
“Love you.”
“Good to know,” she says, pulling out of my grip. “Whatcha gonna do about it?”
“We’re gonna go there again?”
She moves beyond the front counter of the garage I work at to the office space. She wants more, and I damn sure will give it to her, but not until I get life in order. First, I have to get my shit worked out so I’m not busting my knuckles for an hourly paycheck. Clive’s been good to me, but there are areas Tommy, my best friend and coworker, and I see the potential to grow the business. Clive is old school and doesn’t want to risk branching out. One day, though, it’s going to be ours—mine and Dia’s.
Before either of us can continue the conversation, in strolls her chump of an ex, Paul Watson, her high-rolling high school boyfriend, entering like he owns the damn place.
Well, clue in, fucker. I’m going to own it. In time, this garage will be mine, just like Claudia is already mine.
“Claudia, Claudia, still wasting your time pining away over this cat. When are you gonna let me have another chance?”
“You followin’ me, Paul?” Dia asks bluntly with a hand on her hip and agitation showing.
“Baby, you’re not that good. I’m here to see Clive with a business proposition.”
My gut churns, and anger boils inside me like a volcano about to erupt. How dare this punk come in here and think he’s going to give Clive a business proposition. I have busted my ass in this shop since I was thirteen years old. I earned my place. There’s no way in hell Paul or anyone associated with him will come in here to take it away from me.
I don’t have much in life, but my dad always told me a man’s work will speak louder than his words; a man’s drive will take him further than riding alongside someone else; and sometimes, a man waits because, when the perfect opportunity presents itself, a real man will be ready … and in position to make a play.
My work speaks louder than my words, and my drive has gotten me this far and will only take me further. I will be damned if I do it on someone else’s coattails, dime, or plan. The opportunity is here; the time is now.
“Clive ain’t got time to listen to any proposition from you.”
With a smirk of arrogance that makes me want to punch his teeth in, Paul steps back with his hands in the air. “He ain’t gotta listen to me. Just give him a message. My uncle and his brothers are riding in next week, and they wanna talk one on one.”
Stepping out from behind the front counter, I stand toe to toe, towering over Paul. “Last I checked, I’m a mechanic, not a messenger boy.” With a sneer, I look down at him. “Looks like that’s all you.”
He steps back, trying to put space between us, and I feel Dia stand at my back but not moving to pull me away. It makes me proud that she takes her place, but I’m on edge that she even has to do it in the first place.
“Give him the message, Blaine. I promise you, if you don’t, the next message I’ll be giving to my uncle will put your name on a radar you don’t want to be on.”
“Your uncle ain’t shit, Paul, just like you. The town talks. He beat the hell out of his woman and took off to Florida. Ain’t nobody seen him in years and not a damn person in Haywood’s Landing has missed him, either.”
“Watch yourself, Reklinger.” He looks around my hulking frame at Dia. “Claudia, when shit goes down, that’s the last man you wanna align yourself with.”
Two soft hands grip my forearm as I feel her heat come closer. “Paul, there are a lot of people I shouldn’t align myself with, but the one I trust with everything is Blaine, so I’ve got his back until the day I die. You should learn a thing or two about loyalty like that.”
He shakes his head. “I cheated. I fucked up, but I’m tellin’ you, Reklinger is gonna start himself some trouble he can’t work his way out of. Don’t wanna see some fine piece like you go down with him.”
“You threatenin’ me?” I say, gritting my teeth and clenching my fists to contain the rage inside.
“Nope, just trying to make sure my message is clear. Let Clive know who’s comin’, or you’re gonna be the one who pays the price, not me.”
“I’ll fuckin’ kill you with my bare hands before I do any biddin’ for you or the likes of you.”
“Suit yourself.” He turns and walks away, leaving me cosmically pissed the hell off.
“Blaine,” her soft voice calls to me. I turn, and my eyes meet her blazing blue ones. “Don’t let him shake you.”
“I’m nobody’s messenger.”
“Never said you were, baby. Just don’t let him cost you even one minute of getting off track.” A devious smile plays on her pink lips. “How’d you say it?” She deepens her voice and contorts her face into a serious look, mocking mine from the other night. “Got a plan, Dia. Gonna get Clive to let me buy the shop then gonna buy the lot next door and build us a house. Gonna marry you and make you round with my babies all the damn time. Gotta work, darlin’, but mark my words, Claudia Moakler, you’re gonna be my wife, and this is our forever. I’ll bust my ass, my knuckles, and my knees to make your every dream come true.”
With grease-covered fingers, I tip her chin up. “Glad to know we’re on the same page.” I press my lips to hers as she wraps her arms around my waist and melts against me.
She pulls away slightly. “Keep your eye on the prize, Blaine.” Each word causes her lips to brush against mine.
Moving my hands down to cup her ass, I scoop her up as she wraps her arms around my neck and legs around my waist.
“How ‘bout I keep my hands on the prize?”
She laughs as I carry her back to the stock room. She won’t be laughing long as I promise to make her mine for a lifetime while I make her moan my name in the moment. If only every day at work could be about me pistoning in and out of her pussy instead of lubing the pistons of a car.
“Goin’ cruisin’ tonight; you wanna ride?” I ask over the fence that has separated our two houses my entire life.
“Daddy says you’re trouble, Tommy. Don’t know if he’d want me in a car with the little hellion next door,” Marie answers shyly, and I just laugh. “He says you’ve given your parents hell since the day you came screaming into the world. Mom thinks you have a rebellious streak bigger than the whole town.”
“Maybe I was born to give your daddy hell when I take out his girl. As for bein’ a rebel, well, bein’ good sure don’t get me nearly as far as forging my own way, Marie. That’s just the plain truth.”
“Who says I’m gonna go out with you?” she challenges, but the hitch in her voice gives away her interest.
“One ride, baby. You know you wanna hear how that Camaro rumbles from the inside.”
“Show off,” she replies, but it’s not a no.
“Gotta go to work. I’ll pick ya up at nine, Marie. Be ready.”
On a happy sigh, she says, “Okay, Tommy, I’ll see ya tonight.”
I make my way to my car with a smile.
Marie has grown up as the girl next door. From her pigtails that she got gum in once so her mom had to cut all her hair off to the woman with large breasts, a skinny waist, and toned legs, she is a prize. Her dad should be worried about her taking a ride with a boy like me.
The things I want to do to her … Just thinking about it gets my dick hard. First, though, I have to get through work. Th
e house I just bought doesn’t pay for itself. In fact, I came to my parents this morning to get the last of my things. Marie was out in her front yard, looking delicious in her strapless romper. I had to give it a shot.
I’m not looking for anything serious, but a cruise down to El’s Drive-In would be fun. Then maybe I’ll be able to give her a tour of my new place, get her opinion on my new bedroom—that sort of thing. I laugh to myself as I get in my car.
Clive’s shop where Blaine and I work is a short drive down the road. He’s been my best friend since we got in a fight in elementary school. The little chump cut in front of me in line. I shoved him into the wall; he shoved me back. At eight years old, we were rolling around the hall, trying to get hits in. We both got three paddles and a phone call home. The next day, we were the best of friends and have been inseparable since.
Look, when a boy gets his ass beat in front of another boy and you both refuse to shed a tear no matter how hard the hits were, you bond. That’s Blaine and me. No matter how hard the hits come at us, we take them together.
For life, I’ll be by his side, and he’ll be by mine. No matter whom we have sex with, whom we break up with, and whom we one day settle down with, Blaine and I will face it together.
“I’m hitting the road, Mary Alice,” I yell from the kitchen to my girl in our bedroom.
I hear her scurry out, and then she is rushing up to me. Her strawberry blonde hair is puffy on one side and flat on the other from how she was sleeping. She’s in my T-shirt, which hangs down to her knees. There’s nothing more sexy than my girl waking up satisfied by me and covered by my clothes.
She wraps her arms around my neck and crashes her lips to mine. Knowing she has nothing on under the shirt, I slide my hand up her inner thighs.
“Gonna miss you,” she whispers breathlessly against my lips.
“Gonna miss you,” I say, giving her bare ass a squeeze before sliding my fingers through to dip inside her.
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