Free Simple Ride (Hellions Ride Book 6) by Chelsea Camaron

it out with my club. Simple enough. When the dust settles,
we’ll figure out the future together. Don’t complicate everything;
just be with me.” He kisses the top of my head, his beard tickling
my forehead.
    The simple touch eases my anxiety. He
is a like a balm to my sensitive skin. He is a salve to my wounds,
slowly healing little parts of me at a time.
    Can it be this simple? Ride with
Boomer and let the club help me get my family safe? Can I have the
hope to have a life with my kids again?

Chapter Nine

    ~Boomer~
     
     
    I should have known there would be no
sleep tonight. After hours of sharing and finally exhaustion
winning, Pami is sound asleep on me.
    Never one to sleep heavily without
medication after all my years in the service, I am alert when I
hear the breaking glass of my back door. I slide my hand between my
mattresses to get my Glock.
    “ Pami,” I whisper and nudge
her awake.
    She sleepily pushes off me.
    “ Crawl to the closet, baby,
and stay put. No matter what you hear, you stay in the
closet.”
    The problem with a one bedroom cabin
is there isn’t a whole lot of space to not only hide someone, but
to get them secure before an intruder makes their way to
you.
    I hear the door open, and Pami freezes
over me.
    “ Pami, move slowly and
crawl under the bed.”
    She stills, and I nudge her into
action. Once she is off me and moving to the side of the bed, I get
up and move to the doorway.
    Standing in the dark against the wall,
I control my breathing and watch for the shadow to make its way
into the room. Except, the cocky son of a bitch stops right outside
the doorway.
    “ Pamela, I’m coming for
you.”
    At his voice, Pamela jumps up from the
side of the bed where she was secure. Her eyes go wide as he enters
the space with a gun pointed right at her.
    You’ve got to be fucking
kidding me! I want to roar, but I have to
remain in control.
    His hand is steady, his arm firm,
aiming the gun right at the chest of the mother of his
children.
    “ Where are my boys,
bitch?”
    “ Where you’ll never get to
them,” Pami states firmly, almost goading him.
    I wait for the jackass to look around
to see me. I wait for him to try to turn on the light. He certainly
can’t be stupid enough to think she’s here alone.
    I keep my breathing even and remain
silent and still. The last thing I want to do is spook him and have
Pami end up with a bullet wound … or worse.
    “ Your friend”—he pauses as
if thinking—“what’s her name? Oh, yeah, your friend Keri was
helpful in locating you.”
    This has my attention.
    “ I don’t have a friend
named Keri,” Pami says boldly. She doesn’t move, yet she isn’t
backing down. “Stop the games, Dennis. If you wanna shoot me, do
it. I’m not telling you where the boys are. I’ll die
first.”
    He laughs menacingly. “You’ll die when
I’m ready for you to die. Never could understand, could you,
Pamela? You are mine to do with as I please. I marked
you.”
    “ You scarred me,” she fires
back.
    “ Yep, and those marks are
how I found you. A craigslist add for a special dotted pussy was
quickly answered with ‘I have a friend with a tattooed pussy.’ ” He
laughs harshly. “A little money incentive, a sob story of a husband
with a wife who ran off after going through the loss of a child,
and I had your whereabouts and a new friend. I think it’s sweet you
prettied up my design. A butterfly, though … I didn’t peg you as
the delicate kind.”
    “ You don’t know a damn
thing about me.”
    “ I know you’re gonna tell
me where my boys are,” he commands.
    “ I’ll die
first.”
    At his twitch, I react, moving quickly
out of the shadows. Once at his side, I hold my gun to his
temple.
    “ I’ve killed people for no
reason except to follow an order before, so killing you will be
nothing on the list of reasons I’m going to Hell.”
    He moves, and Pamela drops to the
floor just as the gun goes off.
    I pull the trigger