One Ride (The Hellions Ride) Read Free Page B

When finished, you drop the shells in the hole to the bucket to be tossed.  This is nice because anytime we cook for large crowds cleanup is easy.  Later today, a prospect will be out here, cleaning the grills and pig cooker and hosing off the concrete.
    The open grass area beside the pit is used for horseshoes, badminton, volleyball, and kids’ toys for barbeques and parties.  Beyond that are the boys’ shops, the duplexes, and the cave.
    Dad does not allow drinking and driving, and some of the brothers don’t have homes.  To give everyone a place, he had a bunch duplex type of buildings put in.  Each home has four separate bedrooms with their own full bathrooms.  They share a common area with a couch, love seat, TV, and small kitchenette.  Each bedroom is assigned to a patched member, even the ones who don’t live here full time have their own room.  They hold the key in order to keep their private space just that, private.  The married guys even have a room in case they need a place to crash for any reason.  There are two buildings reserved for guest clubs passing through under our protection.  After last night, every room is full, some even shared, and tents and campers fill the lot.
    The shops in the back are basically sheds for the boys to store their bikes and belongings in.  They’re roomy but not huge.  There is enough for toolboxes, some workout space and their motorcycles.  The cave is the other building on the compound.  It’s a large, one room building, with a table inside, that’s all I know.  I’ve never seen the interior.  That building is for sermon, only patched Hellions allowed, no women ever.  This is where business is discussed, members are voted on, and decisions are made.  Prospects don’t even go in to clean it.  That is the one building that the Hellions clean for themselves.  Not a prospect, not an o’l lady, a princess, or even a hired maid have permission to enter the cave.  Only two people hold keys to that building, my dad and Danza, the VP.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement over by the duplexes.  Looking up, I see Sass making her way over to me.  The walk of shame is evident in her stature.  Her hair is a mess, clothes wrinkled, her shirt is on inside out, and her face flushed in what looks to be a mix of satisfaction and anger.
    Damn it, I can’t believe she did it.  We have a rule: don’t sleep with Haywood’s Hellions.  Sure, we flirt, but as the saying goes, ‘don’t shit where you sleep’ .   Fuck, this can’t be good.  Maybe it was a member from a different charter.  Since we don’t have to see them all the time the situation would be more tolerable than one of the local brothers.  We flirt with all the boys, but neither of us has hooked up with a Hellion before. 
    “Doll, don’t ask.  I see the look on your face.  If my dad asks, I was with you last night.”
    “Sass, you know I’ve always got you, but exactly who were you with last night?  And why do you look like you are holding back tears?”  I ask, full of concern for my friend.
    “Tank. And I should’ve known better.”  She says with her voice trembling as she fights to push back the tears. 
    Shit, of all the Haywood’s Hellions, Tank is the worst she could’ve hooked up with.  He’s a man whore.  Bigger than that, they have a genuine friendship, or so I thought.
    “What the hell happened?”
    She takes a minute and pulls herself together.  “What happened?  What happened!  Oh Doll, that man just gave me the absolute best night of my life.  Everything the girls say about him is true and then some.  I wake up this morning thinking there will be more of last night, when he kicks me out.  Me , that fucker kicks me out like I’m a bar bitch .”
    “Oh Sass.  Did you think for one second Tank, of all people, would treat you special?”
    “I’m not club pussy.  I’m not a bar fly.  I’m Savannah Mae Mother Fucking Perchton.  We’ve danced