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  Hellions Ride On

  Hellions Motorcycle Club

  Chelsea Camaron

  Contents

  Hellions Ride On

  Content warning:

  Production Acknowledgements

  Stay up to date

  Also in this series:

  Axel

  Hellions Ride On

  Hellions Family Tree

  1. Axel

  2. Yesnia

  3. Axel

  4. Yesnia

  5. Axel

  The End …

  6. Born to It

  7. Bastard in It

  8. Bleed for It

  9. Breathe for It

  10. Bold from it

  11. Brave as It

  12. Broken by It

  13. Brazen being It

  14. Better as It

  The End

  You made it to the end!

  About the Author

  Other works by Chelsea Camaron

  Excerpt From Born to It

  Prologue

  Excerpt from Cartel Bitch

  About this duet

  Cartel Queen

  Prologue

  Present Day

  Hellions Ride On

  Hellions MC Second Generation Prequel

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  Written By

  USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author

  Chelsea Camaron

  Copyright © 2020, 2018 Chelsea Camaron

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of Chelsea Camaron, except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976.

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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: March 2018

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  Thank you for purchasing this book. This book and its contents are the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be reproduced, copied, and distributed for commercial or non-commercial purposes.

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  Content warning:

  This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. Content involves strong language, violence, and sexual situations. All parties portrayed in sexual situations are over the age of 18. All characters are a work of fiction.

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  This book is not meant to be an exact depiction of life in a motorcycle club, but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain.

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  *** Warning: This book contains graphic situations that may be a trigger for some readers. Please understand this is a work of fiction and not meant to offend or misrepresent any situations. There is quite a bit of violence, so if that’s not what you’re looking for, then please don’t read. ***

  Production Acknowledgements

  God because it’s through him I have been gifted this talent for storytelling. Faith over fear.

  Editing by: Asli Fratarcangeli from EL Edits and Mandy Smith from Raw Book Editing

  Author Lifesaving Critique Partner: Ryan Michele

  Beta Readers: Jenn, Cola, Suzanne, and Aunt Jan, thank you for cleaning up my crazy.

  Cover Photograph Credit: Deposit Photos, cookelma (Andrey Armyagov)

  Insignia Photo Credit: Shutterstock

  Hellions MC Insignia Design Credit: Jennifer Rivera

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  Also in this series:

  Hellions Ride On

  Born to It (BW and Karsci)

  Bastard in It (Red and Kylee)

  Bleed for It (Axel and Yesnia)

  Breathe for It (Crunch and Jennissey)

  Bold from It (Kick and Diem)

  Brave as It (Knuckle Buster and Emmalee)

  Broken by It (Karma and Maritza)

  Brazen being It (Victory and Cambria)

  Better as It (Toon and Dia)

  Brash for It (Pretty Boy)

  Boss as It (Tommy Boy)

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  This series is a stand-alone spinoff from the Hellions Ride Series. While you can read this series without reading the first series, the reading order for the Hellions Ride is as follows:

  One Ride

  Forever Ride

  Merciless Ride

  Eternal Ride

  Innocent Ride

  Simple Ride

  Heated Ride

  Ride with Me (Hellions MC and Ravage MC Duel) co-written by Ryan Michele

  Originals Ride

  Final Ride

  Dedication

  To every Hellion MC reader: Thank you! I don’t know who loves this series more, me or all of you. Thank you for encouraging me to bring them back. Thank you for your continued support as I have grown as a writer. Thank you for believing in these books as much as I do.

  Let’s Ride!

  Axel

  I was born a Hellion and I’ll perish a Hellion.

  Ride until I fucking die.

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  The Hellions Ride On series takes place seven years after Final Ride (Hellions Ride Series 9). While reading the original series will better your experience it is not completely necessary.

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  Enjoy the ride.

  Hellions Ride On

  One job, one ride, could it turn into something more?

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  His cut is life. Axel Devon Crews was born a Hellion and proudly found his place within the club. He has been ordered to transport a female to Chicago alone.

  He has one job to complete.

  She has this one chance to feel free.

  They have this one ride to share.

  Can one ride turn lust into love … a second time?

  Hellions Family Tree

  Blaine “Roundman” Reklinger

  (Haywood’s Landing Original – overall President and founder to the club)

  married to Claudia Reklinger – one child

  Delilah “Doll” Reklinger Crews

  Talon “Tripp” Crews

  (Catawba Hellions President in One Ride – ends up Haywood’s Landing and overall President)

  Married to Doll

  Tripp and Doll have two kids –

  Blaine Ward Crews (BW)

  Dia Nicole Crews

  Rhett “Danza” Perchton

  (Haywood’s Landing Original – overall VP – retired)

  married to Mary Alice – one child

  Savannah “Sass” Perchton Oleander

  Frank “Tank” Oleander

  (Haywood’s Landing Hellions and overall VP)

  Married to Sass

  Tank and Sass have four kids -

  Kenneth “Red” Oleander

  Rhett “Crunch” Oleander

  Kellum “Pretty Boy” Oleander

  Thomas “Tommy Boy” Oleander

  Tommy “Rocky” Fowler

  (Haywood’s Landing Original)

  married to Marie – one child

  Dina Renee Fowler Davenport

  Richard “Frisco” Billings
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  (Haywood’s Landing Original - retired)

  married to Amy Mitchell – they have one child together

  He has a daughter from a previous relationship with Tilly

  Nathan “Boomer” Vaughn

  Patched in to Catawba Hellions/Moved over to Haywood’s Landing Charter

  Current Officer

  married to Purple Pussy Pamela – two children alive (lost a daughter Cannon previously)

  Colton “Kick” Vaughn

  Wesson “Knuckle Buster” Vaughn

  Ruben “Ruby” Castillo

  Married to Jenna “Vida” Natera de Castillo – three children

  Maritza Castillo

  Mariella Castillo

  Ruben “RJ” Castillo Junior

  Drexel “Rex” Crews

  Catawba Hellions President

  married to Lux – one child

  Axel Devon Crews

  Andy “Shooter” Jenkins

  Catawba Hellions VP

  Married to Tessie

  Tessie and Shooter have 7 children together and Tessie has one child with Rex–

  Axel Devon Crews

  Andrew “Drew” Jenkins

  Andrea “Dre” Jenkins

  Alexander “Alex” Jenkins

  Abigail “Abby” Jenkins

  Asante “Te’” Jenkins

  Acadia “Cadie” Jenkins

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  Axel

  Life is the road before me, some parts aren’t yet paved out. One thing is for sure, I ride with the Hellions Motorcycle Club. It’s in my blood and they’re at my back.

  The ride for life is love, loyalty, and respect. This is how I ride because I am part of the legacy. Ride until I motherfucking die.

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  “What gives?” I ask, drizzling the syrup over the pancakes in front of me.

  Shooter settles in the seat across from me, while my dad, Rex, turns the other dining room chair around to straddle it, settling in behind his plate.

  This kitchen, this table, it’s my mother’s every dream. Her touch is felt everywhere. My mother’s dining room table used to be this small four person circle my mom found at a second hand store. Now, though, Shooter gave her seven babies and this bitch is fifteen feet long and seats ten with elbow room. A gift he gave my mom after my youngest sister was born.

  Family is everything to Shooter, my mom, and my dad, Rex too even though he doesn’t have a bunch of little Hellions to chase down.

  My mom wants everyone to have their own space at the table. Hell, she tries to give us all our space throughout the house. Shooter put his foot down though because they keep having babies and the house while it’s grown, isn’t something he plans to have mansion size. He tells her all the time, he doesn’t want a house he has to hire a team to clean and he doesn’t want her cleaning it because he’d rather have her under him in their bed or behind him on his bike over scrubbing a floor.

  They have this epic kind of love that withstands time.

  Mom always gets what she wants, but she’s okay with compromise too. Bedrooms, she makes the younger kids share but as each kid gets into the teen years, they get their own room. The house has grown over the years, Mom makes Shooter add on and he does. Thankfully, I was seven—almost eight—before they starting having the brood. I always had my own room and at eighteen, Shooter built me an apartment over the garage. Shooter is my step-dad and a man to look up to. He’s always had my back and we have a close relationship.

  My biological dad, Rex, takes a bite of his pancakes. “Damn Shooter, you cook, and you keep that wife knocked up so you obviously got shit going on in bed. If I was a broad, I might wanna marry you too.” Dad jokes with my step-dad, Shooter.

  The two men are brothers in the Hellions Motorcycle Club and thick as thieves. During my teen years, I couldn’t get anything past either one of them. It’s funny how things work out in life. Knowing the history between them and how Shooter protected my mom well, it is amazing to think they overcame everything to be so close. What would destroy most people only brought us closer together. I couldn’t imagine life without either man around.

  “Shut the hell up about my mom being knocked up,” I tell them both as my pancakes don’t seem as appealing when my dad is talking about my stepdad fucking my mom. “Shooter, you made pancakes, who’s dying?” I put the real question on the table while continuing to eat.

  Everyone knows no one makes better pancakes than Andy “Shooter” Jenkins, so I won’t let them go to waste. However, I also know if Shooter is making pancakes for me specifically there is something going on. This has been our thing for as long as Shooter has been in my life. That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t question it. I’m too old for him to use breakfast to bond with me and he knows it.

  “Not a boy anymore,” Shooter says, his blond hair still spikey like the day my mom met him.

  The man hasn’t aged a bit even as he pushes close to sixty. He is fit as if he was still a Green Beret in the Army. He has eyes that grow dark when he’s worried or pissed. Other than a change in his eyes, he never gives anything away. Ever. Shooter is typically even keel about everything, but if there is the slightest danger to my mom or any of his kids, including me, well, he becomes one scary motherfucker. His eyes narrow and grow dark. Sinister.

  Today isn’t that look, but it’s different. Having him in my life for so long I can see the seriousness in his eyes.

  I see the worry. The concern.

  This doesn’t make sense. I’m not in any kind of trouble.

  “Don’t fuckin’ do this shit, Shooter,” I mutter dropping my fork as the anxiety rises in my belly and tightens in my chest. “Do not make me some damn pancakes and tell me something’s wrong with someone I love.”

  The fear hits me like a punch to the nuts. If he’s got my dad here and made me pancakes, are they preparing to tell me something about my mom? Look, I’m a grown ass man. I’m scared of not one damn thing … other than losing my mother. Call me a Mama’s boy, I don’t give a fuck. She gave me all she had to give my whole fucking life. No one is a better mother than Tessie Jenkins and there is nothing I wouldn’t do to protect her.

  For him to make me pancakes, he has something on his mind. It can’t be about my mom. It just can’t. My siblings are still young. They need their mom, our mom. Shooter needs her. Hell, my dad has a wife, but even he still is close with my mom. No one has a bad thing to say about her, ever.

  Shooter may be my step-dad, but he’s been a daily staple in my life since I was six-years-old. My mom was and is the best mom and puts her heart and soul into being a mom to all her kids. Shooter and I instantly bonded when I was a young kid over my mom and her breakfast choices for me.

  The oatmeal, the healthy food, well that shit sucked ass. It was life, though, and Mom was doing her best for me and for her, back then. Then Shooter came into our lives. Shooter would wake up before Mom to make me pancakes or something other than oatmeal. The sticky warm breakfast is something I can choke down on occasion but after all those days of it being a main meal, it isn’t my top choice. Saving me from the oatmeal became our thing. I looked forward to it.

  The first girl who dumped me, Shooter made me pancakes. When he sat me down with my dad to have “the talk”, you know the sex talk, yeah, that shit was over pancakes. When Roundman died, he made fucking pancakes for the whole club. The fluffy way only Shooter makes them too.

  Him making pancakes now, yeah, shit is about to get real. Shooter is trying to prepare me, soften the blow with this breakfast and I want him to cut to the chase. I’m not a little kid anymore.

  My dad stares at me, our eyes lock. Shit is serious. Drexel “Rex” Crews is anything but serious unless it comes to the Hellions or his family. He’s come a long way though over the years. We’ve come a long way together as well. The look he’s giving me right now … worry. Concern.

  What has the two strongest men I know rattled?

  Of course, my dad wasn’t in my life in those early years so th
e struggle for my mom to provide for a growing boy was real. My dad didn’t know about me and if he had, well, everyone tells me so much would have been different. In the end, though, I think my life turned out fucking grand so you won’t hear me complaining. I have had enough years with him now to know though, to know his looks, his tells. Something isn’t right.

  With every passing second, I feel more anxious.

  The fact that the two of them sit at a table together regularly surprises most outsiders. We don’t give a shit what anyone thinks, especially a stranger.