Final Ride: Hellions Motorcycle Club (Hellions Ride Book 9) Read online

  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: November 15, 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: 978-1539868552

  ISBN-10: 1539868559

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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.

  For the first time in my life, I found stability in the Hellions MC. From the ground up, I have been loyal to my brothers. Everything I have never had is right in front of me. Family, it’s mine for the taking.

  Now the time has come when I may have to choose between the family I never knew I had or the club I built and have given my all to.

  Richard “Frisco” Billings is the California kid who rode into Haywood’s Landing when the Hellions were in need of an extra man. As an original, he has been with the club since day one, where he has found solid ground after growing up with no place to call home

  All of it crashed around him when secrets were revealed, and he found out he missed all the formative years with his daughter who was raised in an enemy’s club.

  Amy Mitchell felt lost her whole life until she was found by the Hellions MC in a bad situation with Felix Delatorre. She spent years with the club, rebuilding her life and finding a place where she could belong.

  When a new young woman comes into the home she has with Frisco, will she still fit into his world? Will Frisco find a way to make everything work together? Or will this be his final ride with the Hellions as life takes him down a different road?

  Catch up with all your favorite couples as every secret finds its way out of the dark and new things are revealed, changing the club forever. This is the final ride for the Hellions MC as we know it.

  To each and every reader who has embraced the Hellions as their own family, you have my love, my loyalty, and ride until I die, a piece of my heart.

  To the ones who have been with me from the very beginning, thank you for holding on tight through every curve and bump in the road as I tried to find my way. Thank you for loving, encouraging, and supporting me through the good, the bad, and the oh so very ugly. Thank you for taking my back and reminding me there was another story to tell each time I wanted to quit.

  Table of Contents

  Prologue Steady Hand 11

  Chapter One Past and Present Collide 15

  Chapter Two Anxiety Rising 49

  Chapter Three Don’t … Just Don’t 67

  Chapter Four Stages 85

  Chapter Five Strength 109

  Chapter Six Right in Front 127

  Chapter Seven Cyclone of Confusion 139

  Chapter Eight Lay to Rest 161

  Chapter Nine Release the Weight 185

  Chapter Ten Security 199

  Chapter Eleven Gone 225

  Chapter Twelve Shaken 237

  Chapter Thirteen Know When 263

  Chapter Fourteen So Long My Friend 277

  Chapter Fifteen Where We Begin 293

  Chapter Sixteen One Goodbye 299

  Epilogue 305

  The Wrap Up: 305

  Tripp and Doll 305

  Tank and Sass 308

  Boomer and PPP 311

  Ruby and Vida 314

  Rex and Lux 316

  Shooter and Tessie 320

  Axel … live the legacy 324

  About the Author 329

  Excerpts You May Enjoy:

  In The Red (Devil’s Due MC Book 1) written by Chelsea Camaron 335

  Challenged (Vipers Creed MC Book 1) written by Ryan Michele 355

  Without Regret written by Cat Mason 369

  Steady Hand

  “I need a better man!” Tilly roars, blood seeping through her shirt where she cut herself across the chest while trying to make me stay.

  “You’re right; you do!” I shout back as I pack my bag.

  How the hell did we end up here? She was supposed to be pussy. In the beginning, that’s all she was. Somehow, though, the tangled web we weaved turned into a mess of blurred lines. She wanted more; I gave in, blinded by the pussy, the smiles, the soft whispers against my chest night after night. She became more. Amid getting off, I found her filling more places in my life and my blackened heart that it actually had me thinking we could be the real deal. My ol’ lady, my ride or die woman. Yet, it became a clusterfuck of misery instead.

  Grabbing my bag, I don’t give her a second look as I start to leave our small trailer. Then two hands grab my neck from behind before her weight slams into my back.

  “You can’t leave me!” she shrieks.

  My patience gone, I roar, “Bitch, get off me!”

  “I’ll show you bitch, you bastard!”

  Her screams echo in my ears, making my head pound as her teeth sink into my neck.

  Going down our narrow hallway, I turn sideways and push her into the wall as I drop my bag and grip her wrists, removing her safely from my body.

  “Stop!” I yell as her teeth scrape my skin painfully, not wanting to release me.

  Bending over to pick up my bag, she falls into the wall, and I again make my way down the hall and into the living space.

  At the front door, I hear a click, a sound I know all too well. Only, it’s normally not because there is a gun aimed at me. I’m usually the one pulling back the hammer, making that distinct noise. Now that it’s on me, I feel my heartrate speed up, knowing what I will see when I turn around, which I do.

  Behind me, Tilly is wide-eyed and wild-haired, looking crazed as she holds the pistol in her shaking hands. The woman I love is holding a gun to me like she may actually do something with it. Where did it all go so wrong?

  “Steady hands make a steady shot,” I growl. “You got one shot, Tilly, before I’m on your ass. I get to that gun, I promise, my hand will be steady.”

  “I love you,” she whispers, and I tense, waiting for the shot.

  Moments go by before, blinking, I watch her lower the weapon.

  She’s broken. I broke her. I did this.

  Dammit, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

  On a whisper, tears filling her eyes, she looks at me and says, “Richard, you’re my steady hand. Don’t leave me.”

  The guilt hits me like it always does after she hurts herself. I should keep going. Only, I know I am her steady. I am her steady. It calls to me; pulls me right back in. The cycle of madness keeps going.

  Love is pain.

  Pain is love.

  Past and Present Collide

  Florida. We are in Florida for Paul “Victory�
� Watson and Fury MC. The fucker has messed with the wrong ones.

  Everything happens so fast and in slow motion at the same time. My heart beats faster as we pull in front of the non-descript Spanish style, tiled roof and cream stucco home, not hiding who we are as we ride straight up on our bikes into the cement driveway.

  I don’t know why this ride has me so on edge. From the beginning, twenty years ago, nothing with Fury ever sat right with me. The past always seems to bring conflict to the future, but this shit ends now. No more Watson, no more Fury. We are here to end it all for good. Fuck the consequences.

  Women and children have always been off limits to the Hellions. It’s not how we work. Yet, somehow, we are pulling up to the ol’ lady of our biggest rival’s front door, Jayne Wheatley, Paul Watson’s ex-wife and the mother to his only child. If she doesn’t give us the information we need, I have no issue putting a bullet in her fucking brain after everything our club has gone through at the hands of this club.

  Nothing could prepare me for going up to Jayne Wheatley’s front door. The doorbell chimes like any other, the door opens, and the woman in front of me is a shadow of someone I once knew.

  My heart stops, and questions fill my mind as to why she is here. Of all the places, times, situations, my past is colliding with my present in a cold dose of fucked up reality.

  “Frisco,” she whispers as I look deep into the hazel eyes I used to worship.

  I wish I could say time has done her good, but it hasn’t. Her hair is brittle and sticking out wildly. Her face is wrinkled, but not in laugh lines like someone who lived a full life. Her lips have the wrinkled marks of a woman who has smoked one too many cigarettes. And she’s tan to the point of looking leathery.

  Her eyes, though … They kill me.

  The life is gone. The fight is gone. The woman who pushed so hard for me to choose her is a mess. The woman who once stood in my own damn house with a gun aimed at me looks completely defeated. The very woman who challenged me by flirting with a band one night at the clubhouse in front of all my brothers. The single woman who only did what she could to get and keep my attention. It was fucked up. We were fucked up. I know that now. I see it all clear as day.

  Only, I never wanted her to hurt. I never wished this woman a single ounce of sadness, misery, or pain. Despite that, the woman in front of me shows the wear of all those things plaguing her, and it has been for a long damn time.

  “No fuckin’ way,” Danza says from over my shoulder.

  “Tilly …” I begin, wondering what the hell to say next.

  “Mom?” I hear a teen’s voice calling out.

  “Stay in your room. I’ll be right there,” Tilly orders back.

  “We’re looking for Jayne Wheatley,” Danza says as I try to register why Matilda would be here of all places.

  “You two need to go. Any other brothers you have with you need to turn around and hit 95 North and don’t look back.”

  “Tilly,” I say her name again.

  She shakes her head at me.

  “Fuck,” Danza says, running his fingers through his hair crazily.

  “I’m sorry, Frisco.”

  “Sorry?” I repeat as I try to click the pieces together. “Loving me was part of a play with Watson? You’re Jayne? You set me and my club up?”

  She doesn’t answer, but looks at Danza. “I’m sorry for the time you lost.”

  Why is she apologizing to Danza? It’s me she attacked more than once. It’s me she killed inside when I had to push her away harshly because we were toxic to each other. Yet she’s apologizing to my brother? More than that, the gold specks in her wide eyes don’t falter under his stare. She’s silently admitting some wrong.

  What? What did Tilly do?

  Danza’s eyes grow wide. “I’ll fucking kill her myself.”

  My mind races. I look at Danza, and we both nod as the knowledge settles in for both of us. There is only one reason for her to apologize to my brother. She set him and Roundman up on a transport years ago. The fucking bitch set up my brothers, my club prez, and our VP. They both served time, time they can’t get back with the ones they love. She took that from them.

  My mind races as anger consumes me. They both said they felt set up all those years ago. Meanwhile, I stood up for her. I stood by her. I kept her around. I gave her access to the information she needed to use against my club.

  Instead of continuing to stand on her front porch, I step into the doorway.

  Instinctively, she moves back as Danza follows me into her space.

  “You better talk, and you better do it now if you want Shannon to even make it to tomorrow.” I have never threatened a child before today, but this woman singlehandedly tried to rip me from my Hellions family.

  Tears fill her eyes. “I guess it’s time you know the truth.”

  “Truth? Do you even know the truth yourself?”

  “Frisco, before you think of hurting her, you should know”—her voice shakes—“she’s yours.”

  Gripping both her shoulders, I pin her to the wall leading to the outside of the house. “Bitch, don’t you play games with me. You named her after Paul Shannon Watson. Don’t think saying she’s mine somehow will save her ass or yours.”

  She hiccups a sob before her eyes meet mine, boring a hole into my very soul with her next words. “I deserve that and more. Kill me. I don’t care, Frisco, but don’t hurt her. She’s the only thing I have good in my life.” She pauses, and there is a heaviness in the air as my mind races. “I did love you, Richard. I wanted you to choose me, start over away from all of this, just you and me. I didn’t want to be a pawn in Paul’s game anymore. Once I got to know you, I really did care for you.”

  I don’t know how to take her words. I don’t know what to think about anything right now. And I don’t have to, because Danza cuts in, his words pulling out my anger once more.

  “Why’d you apologize to me? Say it, cunt. Say the words. Tell me how you cost me and my brother three years behind bars. Tell me how you did it, bitch.”

  I try to fight my urge to kill her and go see for myself if I really have a daughter or not.

  She blows out a breath. “You deserve to hear me say it. I set you up. The day I kept Frisco home, I had been in touch with the authorities. I set you up.”

  “You fuckin’ cunt!” Danza roars, bumping into my back as I stand stock still. Even though he already knew what she would say, it’s hitting him hard. “I lost years with my wife and child because of you! I fucking lost my mind because of wheels you set into motion.”

  The sound of Harleys pulling up gets our attention. I release Tilly with the intention to move farther into the space and down the hallway to see her daughter for myself before I deal with the members of Fury MC who are sure to be outside.

  Pulling out our Glocks for protection, Danza and I proceed to clear out of the doorway and go deeper into the house just as shots are fired.

  I turn in time to see Tilly take a hit to the chest and fall. She doesn’t scream, doesn’t try to get out of the opening; she just takes what’s coming. And inside, it kills a little piece of me.

  “Get the kid,” I say to Danza as I rush over to the woman I once cared for.

  She’s bleeding heavily as she takes another bullet to the leg and arm from the entryway. Getting low, I reach out and drag her toward me. Then I extend my arm out and fire wildly into the yard as I settle her head on my lap. The sound of someone cursing can be heard as I see Tilly has blood coming out of her mouth.

  “Frisco, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. She’s yours,” she chokes out as my jeans become saturated with her blood. “She’s yours, Frisco. You gotta believe me; she is yours.” The words strain to come out. “Promise me you’ll keep her from Paul. He doesn’t know. I just wanted a place to belong. He told me he’d give me that.” She gasps for air as blood trickles from her nose and mouth. “He lied, Frisco. He gave me hell, not a home. Don’t let Shannon go back to that.”

  The sh
ots are still coming as Danza drags out a dark-haired teen girl behind him. Her eyes meet mine, and I swear I’m looking in a fucking mirror.

  “Mom,” she calls out from behind Danza, trying to see her mother, but the two of us are in her way.

  “Shannon, my sweet.” She starts to choke but fights it back, fighting to keep her voice steady and not scare her daughter. “Go with them when they say go. I love you, and I’m sorry.”

  The girl doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, but I see what I hope is a slight nod of her head in agreement.

  “If she’s mine, I’ll keep her from Paul,” I give my word right as Tilly’s eyes close and her head falls back.

  “Gotta get the hell outta here. She goes with us,” I tell Danza, getting to my feet.

  The same second I spit out my orders, Shannon sees her mother and wails hysterically.

  “Shannon’s inside,” I hear one of the assholes outside say. “Get out of here now! Prez won’t want her hurt.”

  Well, thank fuck for that since she may very well be mine after all. I can’t help wondering if Watson already sees that for himself, too. I will damn sure kill him before he makes another play on my brothers, my club, and if she’s mine, my daughter.

  I can’t believe Snake and Gomer left me here with the Hellions.

  My mind races as I’m told to get on Frisco’s bike. Part of me wants to hesitate, yet I’m too numb to think clearly. My mother always trusted this man, yet the biggest disgrace I could give Fury MC is to take the back of a Hellions’ bike.

  Am I loyal to Fury? Can I turn down my mother’s dying wish?

  My mind blanks as I put my hands around the waist of the man who has the same eyes as me. How can I look so much like the man my mother has pined over for years? How can I feel like he has all the answers, and I need to go just to find out, when I have never met him before? The stranger in front of me holds the keys to my past, my present, and possibly my future.

  My mom told me she did some bad things, and being with my dad was her Karma for what she did to Richard “Frisco” Billings. However, the price she paid for the past is far too high.