Free Originals Ride: Hellions Motorcycle Club (Hellions Ride Book 8) by Chelsea Camaron Page B

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