Hellions Ride On, no. 0

by Chelsea Camaron

  Family matters just aren’t our thing typically.

  Whatever he said, though, it got to my dad and I don’t know why. Really, the kind of man Drexel “Rex” Crews is, well, unless it’s pussy—more specifically Lux’s pussy—he isn’t willing to see reason on anything.

  Once I was failing math. Sure, I was fucking around and shit, but I was failing that’s all the women in my life latched onto. Dad didn’t care that I was going to fuck up everything and possibly not move onto the next grade level. Not until Lux withheld the goods. She stood her ground until I was at least passing. My dad suddenly came over every fucking night to do homework with me. Shooter and him, together, spent hours at my mom’s table with a tablet watching You Tube videos to learn the Pythagorean Theorem and teach me. Looking back, I was lucky to have not one, but two men willing to take time out of their days to make sure I got my shit straight.

  At the time, I just wanted them to leave me alone. I knew I was going to be a Hellion so I didn’t really feel the need for school. Except that’s a rule within the club. If I wanted my cut, my patch, I had to stay on the right track with my education. Riding with the club was a privilege and not something simply handed to me because of who I was.

  College, well, that wasn’t required to get my cut. However, they made me go because my mom went to Lux. Together the two of them teamed up to bring my two dad’s to heel. It worked, I lost and now I had a piece of paper that said I earned a degree to sit in a frame.

  The power of pussy is a magical thing. I’ve had plenty of it and not a single lay left me feeling like I couldn’t move onto the next if a broad were to try to control me. That degree didn’t matter much to me either, but I choose to pick my battles and the degree meant my cut so I got it.

  My life at risk, though, wasn’t something either my dad or Shooter would take lightly. Javier Almanza isn’t the kind of guy to fuck with. I was taking a risk in taking this job. If any little thing didn’t work, it would mean Almanza putting a hit on me. This would mean war for the Hellions. My dads know me and know the package will be delivered on time—it’s the kind of man I am in my role with the Hellions. Just the threat would typically send either man into overdrive, but they stood down and took the job. It had me curious, but I also knew better than to ask.

  I wasn’t a hundred percent sure why I was picked for the run personally by Almanza, but I had an idea. It was a long shot, but it was the only thing that made sense to me. If I was right, as soon as I laid eyes on Yesnia I would know for sure.

  What I didn’t share with my father and step-father, I might know her. I might know her more intimately than Javier Almanza would care for me to. No matter, he is a smart enough man to know the Hellions wouldn’t hesitate to destroy his entire operation if he fucked with me on this job.

  I am confident in my skillset to deliver Yesnia. Only now my curiosity had me almost hopeful she is who I think she might me.

  My mind goes back to New Years Eve at Bar Charlotte.

  Channing “Hawk” Stevens and I left tonight to let off steam. We just got home from a four day run where we had to remain alert and focused. We are two men in our early twenties so pussy is a must on a regular basis. Our goal for the night is a bang.

  Wearing a barely-there red, backless, halter dress with a deep v in the front, and heels, she catches my eye before my third shot. She’s ready to dance the night away with her friends. The music thumps and her hips sway. Typically, this club shit isn’t our style. Tonight, we agreed for the sake of our needy cocks we would bump and grind until we could land a home run.

  My blond hair is back in a man bun. My worn jeans are comfortable. My black t-shirt fits like a glove and my cut never leaves my body except when I sleep. Channing and I toss back two more shots before I make my move to her group.

  Coming up behind her, I settle in moving with her until her ass circles my crotch. At that moment, I grip her hips pulling her hard to me so she can feel me.

  Every fucking inch of me.

  Her dark locks come down in waves covering her exposed back. She whips her head around so her dark eyes met my blue ones.

  “What’s your name, sexy?” I ask.

  “Yesnia,” she replies and I swear I’m ready to come undone by her voice alone.

  Too much time on the road, I tell myself as she winks before she leans into me giving me all control.

  The music plays on and for the next hour, I dance with her, only taking a moment to toss back a shot here and there.

  “Got me hot biker,” she seductively says turning to face me. She wraps one leg around me as her hands settle at my neck.

  Dropping my head, my lips hit hers and electricity jolts through me. She moans, opening as my tongue presses on finding hers. Our bodies melt together and she grinds against my crotch making me need to be inside her more than I need to breathe. We find a rhythm as the vibrations of the bass move through the crowd.

  My hands roam her body. Running up her thigh, I tease the edge of her dress. Moving up more, I cup her ass. Continuing to explore, I seek the string of a thong when I don’t find the edge of panties only to find the woman in my arms devouring my mouth isn’t wearing any. My cock begs to sink inside her. With my free hand, I tease her tits through the deep v-neck of the front of the dress. She doesn’t have a bra on and I tweak her nipples as she shamelessly grinds against me and I massage her ass.

  My finger slides down to find her wet, dripping wet. With two fingers, I plunge into her heat with her leg wrapped high around my hip. She grabs my hair releasing the band holding it back before breaking from our kiss to cry out as her pleasure builds.

  Inhibitions gone, I finger fuck her to an orgasm all over my digits. Just when I’m ready to take her to a corner and fuck her senseless, she drops her leg and takes off to the bathroom.

  The only woman to ever leave me with a serious case of blue balls might be a few hundred feet away inside the building in front of me. The woman who I watched a restroom door for an hour could be the same woman I have to spend the next twelve hours with. Her tits may end up pressed to my back, her arms around my waist, and one hot fucking memory between us.

  Surely, fate wouldn’t be that cruel.

  What the hell lies ahead for us?

  4

  Yesnia

  I hear the rumble of a motorcycle pull up to my building. The fear mixes with anger as I wait for my transporter to make his way to my door.

  It’s funny, but not really. I’ve never listened for a car. I’ve never paid attention to any traffic coming or going from my building.

  Today, though, everything changes.

  I wonder for a moment is this what it is to be blind or deaf, where your senses that remain are heightened? Every thing seems louder, every smell stronger, and every color brighter. With every passing moment since receiving the call from Javier Almanza, it is like I’ve committed to memory each passing second. The future for me and my family has changed in the blink of an eye.

  Javier Almanza has my mother and has now summoned for me.

  What does he want with us? My uncle does not include us in any of his business dealings. Neither my mother or I have any information or leverage that will benefit Almanza.

  This is a nightmare I keep hoping to wake up from.

  Before I have too long to dwell on how bad all of this can go, the door bell rings. “For you, Mama,” I mutter as I move to the door with my backpack on my back. My phone is turned off and inside the bag, along with my license, money, credit cards, and two changes of clothes. If my uncle calls now, I can’t risk upsetting my handler so when I feel I can safely make a call, I can only hope he will leave a voicemail for me with a new contact number. I’m running on adrenaline and not thinking clearly. I just have to push on. My mother is depending on me.

  Turning the knob, my palms sweat. It’s hard to breathe. My head pounds in rhythm with my heartbeat. I feel like I’m going to break. Nothing will ever be the same again. All safety is gone. The things I to
ok for granted, the comforts have all been stripped away by Javier Almanza.

  I don’t know the man.

  But I hate him.

  He has threatened my mother and for that I will never forgive him.

  Opening the door, my breath leaves in a whoosh when I take in the tall blond in front of me. I squint as he looks familiar. My mind races trying to place where I know him from.

  “Hello Yesnia,” he greets and immediately my body is on fire.

  It all comes back. I remember him. He’s the biker from New Year’s Eve. He was my New Year’s kiss as the ball dropped to the new day. He got me off and I panicked. I had too much to drink that night and almost had sex with him on the dance floor with hundreds of people around us.

  I’m not a prude or a virgin, but I’m also not a whore. Having sex in public is not the kind of woman I am. Only that night, I got so lost in him, I almost crossed the line into the forbidden.

  I swallow as he steps inside my space.

  “You know they say whatever you do on New Year’s Day is what you will do the rest of the year.”

  He is nonchalant and it only makes me more anxious. If he’s tied to Javier Almanza, then I have a million questions about our encounter. Was it part of Javier’s plan? Was he playing me for the fool?

  “How are you here?” My voice cracks as the fear climbs inside me.

  He stands confidently in front of me. “Apparently, I’m your ride. Chicago here we come.”

  “I don’t even know your name.”

  “Does it matter? You didn’t care about anything as you coated my fingers with your cream.” He lifts the hand in front of my face that did work me into a frenzy.

  Embarrassment floods me and I feel my cheeks heat. Everything is crashing around me. While I had a good time that night, it’s not like I want it tossed in my face. I’m not the kiss and talk kind of woman. It’s just rude.

  Deciding not to talk about that moment, I give him the one thing I know. “This is bigger than you and me,” I stammer as the confusion and fear swirl around inside me. I must remain focused on my mother. She’s depending on me. “Did you seek me out because of him?” The words tumble out unfiltered.

  God! How stupid am I? How drunk was I? Javier Almanza sent this biker to fuck me for what? To toy with another Dominguez?

  “Baby, I do a lot of fucked up shit. But never have I fucked a chick, or tried to fuck a chick, on an order from anyone. That night was pure Heaven dancing with you, kissing you,” he smirks, “watching you come apart for me. This being here to take you to Almanza, that’s simply business and has nothing to do with New Year’s Eve.”

  “Then why you?”

  He smirks, “Well, that seems to be the million-dollar question for both you and me. There is nothing from that night that ties us together. I was given a name, address, and an order with a timeline. I don’t ask questions. So let’s hit the road get you to him and find out why.”

  “What if I told you I didn’t want to go?” I challenge trying to figure out this man’s play in this fucked up game I have found myself in.

  “Then I gotta make a call and we don’t go.”

  I study his eyes trying to read him. I get nowhere. “That simple.”

  “Look, here is all I’m gonna give you. I was hired to personally escort you to Chicago. If we don’t go, I have to call Javier and report this. He wants you compliant and not coerced. Once we hit the road, I have a window of time to arrive by with you safely in tow. If you choose not to go, darlin’, I’m safe and I’ll walk away. If you decide to go, then, just know you can’t change your mind and I will do whatever it takes to get you there.”

  “Why you? I don’t even know your name.”

  “I’m going to assume Almanza’s had a man on you for some time. With the quick rundown I was given on your family, I’m also assuming that Almanza figured you on the back of a Hellions’ bike was a way to keep Maricio Dominguez in line because your uncle has balls, but they aren’t big enough to cross my family. I don’t however think Almanza has a clue that we met previously. I just happen to be a Hellion around your age in the area.”

  My head spins. This man knows my family. Before I can sort out my thoughts, his hands reach out and cup my chin. His fingertips are calloused, a sign of a hardworking man, but his touch his gentle.

  “You don’t wanna go, we don’t go. I don’t know why you were summoned. I don’t know what Almanza plans for you. I just know you got options, and Yesnia, I’ll give you whatever play you want.”

  “What’s your name?”

  “Axel Crews.”

  I like his name. It’s powerful like the man in front of me. Axel Crews is a tall, built man with crystal blue eyes, blond hair that comes down to his shoulders—I remember that from the club, but it’s currently pulled back in a low knot. He has this kindness to him that gives me comfort.

  “You’re a good man, I sense it.”

  To this he laughs, “Underneath it all, you should know, Yesnia—all men have the ability to be both good and bad. A bad man can do good for the right woman. A good man can, in turn, do bad things for the right woman. So I’m neither good nor bad, but I will keep you safe.”

  I ponder his words. It’s deep, it’s honest, and he has this no bones about him attitude. His phone rings interrupting us.

  “Yo,” he answers with it in video mode. “Turn the screen,” Javier Almanza orders to which Axel complies.

  I watch as I fight the tears building. I don’t know why this man ignites such emotion from me. The man with a scar running down the left side of his face moves the phone from his face to my mother.

  She sits on a couch beside him. “Yesnia, I have much to tell you if you will come here, hija.”

  “You look tired.” The words tumble out. “Are you safe? Is he hurting you?”

  “I need to see you, Yesnia. You must come here with the man he sent.”

  “Okay,” I give in too easily.

  I should ask questions. I should demand answers. Instead, I cave because it’s my mother and she is all that matters to me. My mother would die before she set me up to be in danger. I know that to the very depths of my soul.

  “Give the phone to the man, please,” she requests on a sigh.

  I hand the phone to Axel. “Let me be clear to you. I may not be in the best of situations and there are a lot of things I need to share with my daughter, but I am Mari Belle Dominguez. If anything happens to my daughter in your care, I will personally cut your eyes out myself.”

  “Noted,” Axel replies unfazed as Javier speaks in the background.

  “Cabrona, the least of your worries is beautiful Yesnia with the young Hellion.”

  I balk at his tone and put down of my mother. I wait for her to respond. The disrespect is something she would never tolerate. She’s a strong woman and she will put this man in his place.

  “Javier,” she says his name barely above a whisper. “Say what you wish but not in front of her.”

  Defeated.

  What has he done to my mother? She’s the strongest person I know and this is not her. Something is wrong. I blow out a breath. The only way I can sort it out is to go with the sexy man in front of me to Chicago. I have a new found resolve.

  The fear is now fueled into anger. This man broke my mother. The woman who has spent her every day giving me the best life. I have never felt an ounce of sadness or a moment of loneliness in my life. My mother gave me life.

  You want me Javier Almanza, well now you’re going to get me.

  The video call is disconnected and Axel looks to me. “You sure you wanna do this?”

  I roll my shoulders back and look him in the eyes, “More than anything.”

  5

  Axel

  Hesitation fills me as we pull up to the gate. I give her thigh a squeeze. The metal moves opening access to the home in front of us. This doesn’t feel right.

  In my gut, I want to turn the bike around and drive off with Yesnia. She came with
me on her own accord. Well, if one could consider her mother being stuck with a criminal and telling her she needs her as her own accord. Funny, I was forbidden to coerce Yesnia onto my bike, but all along Javier Almanza had the power and he knew it.

  I have a job to do. I have to tune out all of my emotions.

  This is not my business. Family problems and relationship counseling is not my job.

  Pushing down the thoughts, the feelings, and everything inside of me that is screaming something isn’t right, I press on.

  Twisting the throttle, we go forward.

  My stomach churns. Bile rises in my throat. I’m unsettled.

  One ride.

  One job.

  One task.

  Get it done.

  Parking, I hold out my hand as she climbs off. I give her a minute to steady herself knowing after a long ride like this your legs feel unsteady.

  It’s dark outside. We have been on the road for eleven hours, forty-eight minutes with only one stop for food and three for bathroom needs. Yesnia has taken every bump, turn, and curve in stride. For a while it felt like she was born to be on the back of my bike. Alas, none of it is real. She’s with me because I was hired to deliver her. After this, there is very little chance I will see the Hispanic beauty again.

  I don’t like the feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don’t like the way any of this is going down, but I’m not here to say what’s right or what’s wrong.

  Yanking off my helmet, I secure hers in my saddlebags before letting my own fall to the ground. I take her by the hand and stop her from going to the steps.

  “Yesnia, you don’t have to do this. I told you before, I can keep you safe.”