“I’m one lucky son of a bitch.”
I smile and kiss him. Then, pulling back, I smirk. “I’m the lucky one who found the destiny in the depths of my own hell. I never imagined anything good would come from what started with Felix Delatorre so long ago, yet in the many curves, turns, and road blocks, we found a way that works. I love you, Richard.”
“I may not have a ring to put on you today, Amy, but once we get inside and tell my daughter to pick her destination to move, I’m gonna have my cock in you, baby, so get ready.”
I feel my panties automatically dampen in anticipation.
“Richard, since we’re talking about our future. Just want you to know, in a few months, there’s a possibility we’re gonna be a family of four, not three.”
He shakes his head, and then a smile grows on his face. “Dia used to tell Roundman when she got sick that, whenever there is a death, there is also a birth. You sayin’ you’re havin’ my baby?”
I nod.
“In pain comes healing.” He places a soft kiss to my lips. “This is where we begin.”
We walk hand-in-hand to the front door.
We laid to rest a good man today. We said good-bye to a lifestyle, but not to the family we created. Today, we may have had our final ride with the Hellions MC, but we also found where we begin.
One Ride for Life
Pulling up to our thirty-acre compound, I see it’s already littered with bikes, trikes, and cars; but I don’t rush to get off my dad’s Harley. With everyone in town for my dad’s funeral, it seems fitting we have a barbeque at the clubhouse.
How many times did I hold on tight to him?
When I was so small my arms couldn’t reach around him, he made a dual-sided clip and clipped me to him by my belt loop to his. I smile at the memory.
How many things did my dad rig over the years to give me extra protection or confidence? The reality is, if we had wrecked, my belt loops would have broken. He knew it. He also knew his daughter—me—needed to feel like I was connected to him in some way and it took away the fear.
No one has ever known me like my father did. He could read me like an open book. As hard as it was sometimes to be raised the daughter of Blaine “Roundman” Reklinger, there isn’t a single second of it I would change. Even losing my mom so young, there wasn’t a day I didn’t miss her or think of her, but my dad was always there. He simply understood me without a word said between us.
Tripp squeezes my thigh for me to climb off.
“Not yet,” I say, lifting the half-shell helmet off my head. The ticks of the exhaust cooling down are what I focus on instead of the hustle and bustle around me.
If I could hug you tight one more time, daddy. If I could smell your cologne mixed with leather, and a hint of gasoline just one more time. If I could see your smile, hear your voice, and hold you close just one more time, I would thank you for one helluva ride in life.
If you can hear my thoughts, know my heart, then daddy, no matter the rights, the wrongs, and the times between, I love you then, I love you now, and I love you forever. I will do my best to stand beside my man, this club, and honor what you believed in.
Tripp reaches back to grab each of my hands, he pulls me close, pressing my front to his back and wrapping me around him. “Ride until we die, Delilah, I promise you my love, my loyalty, and my very life. I know this is hard, but baby, we gotta do this.”
Pressing a soft kiss to his neck, I exhale. “We’re gonna do this, Tripp.”
I climb off the bike, followed by my man. This is the time to celebrate life. This is the time to throw back a few beers, share memories, and tomorrow, when things are cleared, we begin our own ride. The Hellions don’t begin and end with Roundman, but rather the legacy will live on and on as long as the brotherhood remains.
I was born into this life. My heart beats to the steady tick of a Harley Davidson V-twin engine. I’m Delilah “Doll” Reklinger-Crews, daughter to Roundman, Hellions original, and ol’ lady to Talon “Tripp” Crews, Haywood’s Hellions club president.
I look around at the family my father has left in place to protect me in his absence. I take in the place he built for us all to come together as one and stand for what we believe in. All I can think is: Some things come full circle. I met my man at a barbeque my father held for this club. With my family around, I took the first step to my future then, and I do so now.
I study the space, thinking to myself, This is gonna be one hell of a mess to clean up.
I smile, hand-in-hand with my man, and I enter the clubhouse with Tripp. This is my world, my home, and my happiness. Ride until I die, I am a Hellion for life.
The End
From One Ride to Final Ride, and every ride between, the Hellions are family. Ride until we die.
Ten Years Later
Haywood’s Landing
Tripp and Doll
Sitting with my legs crisscrossed on the grass, I have my six-year-old daughter beside me. She has her father’s blue eyes, and my blonde hair curling around her face. She has my mother’s smile, and my father’s temper.
“Nana.” She looks at the gravestone. “Momma said you like the red ones. I like the pink ones better, but Mom won.”
I laugh. “Nana, how I wish you were here to help me navigate the ways of a little girl with a mind of her own.”
“Grumpa,” she talks to my dad. She’s always tries to say Grandpa, and it comes out Grumpa. “BW got in a fight at school yesterday. He told Daddy a boy at school yanked on his colors. Momma says it’s a guy thing and I don’t need to worry. Grumpa, don’t these boys know there are lots of colors and not just red?”
“Oh, my goodness, Dia Nicole Crews, stop it right now,” I chastise my little girl.
“What! You told me we can talk to Nana and Grumpa about anything. I’m letting them know that BW has been in trouble.” She plucks the first petal off the flower. “Daddy loves me.” She tosses it over my mother’s grave. She plucks another. “I’m his princess, like Momma was to Roundman.” She drops the red petal, and I watch it fall to the green grass as the wind gives a slight breeze around us. I feel cocooned in love and happiness. “Daddy loves my momma mostest, mostest.” She drops another petal. “One day, I’m gonna have a love like that.” She picks another petal.
“Dia, it’s supposed to be: ‘He loves me. He loves me not’,” I try to explain when she looks up at me. Those blue eyes shining bright and her smile so big I can’t stop myself from smiling back.
“Momma, everyone loves me. It was like I was born to be loved. I can’t say ‘loves me not.’ I’m Dia Nicole Crews, Haywood’s Hellions’ princess, duh.”
I pull her against me as I look at my mom and dad’s gravestone. “Yes, my girl, yes, you are.”
***
Tank and Sass
“Fuckin’ hell, brother.” I look at my club prez and close friend. “Tripp, I got four fuckin’ boys. Red and BW bustin’ up that boy for trying to rip off BW’s Hellions’ shirt, shit’s just beginnin’ for me.”
He smirks as he leans back in the office chair in the mini-storage back room. “I got a baby girl. Dia gets older, we’re gonna need those boys you and Sass been popping out left and right.”
“Like my woman’s belly swollen with my seed,” I say proudly.
“Fuckin’ get that, man. But you have a girl … shit brings you to your knees.”
I lean back in my chair on the other side of his desk. “We’ll just have to start etching names into bullets like Roundman did your ass once upon a time.”
He straightens his face. “Shit, son, he meant every word of that. If I fucked over his princess, there ain’t a single doubt in my mind he’d have used that bullet.”
“And is anything different with yours?”
“Fuck no.” He laughs.
I sigh. “Shit’s good, Tripp. You got the club in a good place, brother. This is what the originals wanted. Danza’s proud. Last time he heard from Frisco, everyone is happy with shit bei
ng calm, life being good, and family being family. If the worst thing we gotta deal with is keeping our women knocked up or at least cocked up by us and our children outta trouble, then brother, I consider that a damn good day.”
“We’ve come a long way, you and Sass, me and Doll, the whole fuckin’ club. Been through hell, shed blood, shed motherfuckin’ tears, but we have rode through it all together.”
“Ride until we fuckin’ die, brother.”
“Damn straight.”
***
Boomer and Purple Pussy Pamela
“Ouch!” I hear Pami screech from our bedroom.
Rushing in, I see her trying to take her shirt off.
Heading over, I reach out for the hem of the shirt. “I’m happy to help you with that,” I whisper before pulling it off and dropping my head straight to her neck.
She pushes on me. “Boomer, I gotta see my boob!”
“What?” I back away as she fumbles with her bra.
“I got new glasses. I was trying to put them away and the case snapped shut.”
“What does that have to do with getting naked?”
She huffs. “It closed on my boob.”
Sure enough, I look down to her exposed breast and see it’s red around the areola, and her nipple is a beautiful shade of purple.
Leaning down, I suck the delicate tissue into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the bruised flesh.
“Boomer,” she moans, relaxing into me.
“You know purple is my favorite color.” I wink before I give attention to her other breast.
“Oh, my,” she whispers as she rests her hands on my shoulders.
Reaching behind her knees, I lift her, never releasing her breast. Then I turn us toward the bed and lay her down before sliding her bottoms off.
“Purple pussy to taste, purple nurple to suck—I’m a lucky fuckin’ man.”
She smiles. “I’m the lucky one. Boomer, you took me, my past, my purple pussy nightmare, and now my purple nipple.”
“Nurple,” I correct with a nip to her waist.
“You’re ruining my moment, Boomer.”
“Baby, every second with you is a moment etched into my heart, my soul, and my mind. I love you, Pami, past, present, and all the purple issues that we face in the future.”
“I love you, Boomer.” She gets the words out just as I drop my mouth to her pussy and devour what’s mine.
I will never get tired of this woman and the life we built together.
***
Ruby and Vida
“Te Amo, Vida,” I whisper before rising from our bed.
“Stay home and have a lazy day in bed with me, Ruby.”
“Killin’ me, love,” I growl. “I want nothing more than a day with you, but we got kids to feed. We both gotta work.”
“I know, I know. A girl can daydream, right?”
Moving onto the bed, I lie over her, the covers separating her body from mine. “Just think of retirement, Vida. Day in and out, you and me. We got a life sentence together, you and me. Let’s get these kids up and off to school then take our asses to work. After dinner, I’ll make sure to show you what we got together.” I tease her, trailing kisses over her jawline.
“Ruby, all these babies you wanted … Honey, we got years before they’re gone.”
I smile. “Good, that’s years I have to look forward to with you. Love knowing the woman you were, the woman you are, and baby, I can’t wait to keep falling in the love with the woman you become.”
“Shit,” she says, “you got me tearing up before work.”
“Givin’ you the truth, Vida. You’re my wife, my love, my life.”
“Love you, Ruby.”
“Love you, Vida.”
***
Catawba Hellions
Rex and Lux
“You want it, you take it.” I continue washing my hair with my cock standing proudly, waiting for attention.
The water is pounding onto my back, blocking her as my woman stands naked in front of me, skin glistening, nipples erect, and a sly smile on her face before she drops to her knees.
She grips my length, stroking me. Then she darts her tongue out, teasing the tip of my cock and flicking my piercing.
“Lux”—I put my hands on my hips—“you wanna play, you got three seconds to do what you want before I scoop you up and dive in deep.”
She smiles as she trails her tongue in a circle over the head.
My control is gone as need takes over.
Reaching down, I grip her under her armpits and pull her to stand. Before she can get her balance, I then bend down, throwing her leg over my shoulder and cupping her ass in my hands. I swiftly scoop her up, tossing her other leg over my shoulder, as I press her back against the shower wall and dive my tongue between her pussy lips, devouring her like it’s my last meal.
Her squeals of surprise quickly turn to cries of ecstasy as I lap up every bit of her juices as she releases around my tongue.
The pounding on the bathroom door has her shaking in my arms and in her voice. “Sorry, Axel, I’m okay.”
“Dad, really? You ever gonna be too old for this? I didn’t even know you were home. Shit,” Axel, my eighteen-year-old son, calls from the other side of the door.
“Language. You know how your mother feels about the shit. Now, I gotta fuck my woman. Then we gotta ride to the clubhouse.”
Lux laughs as we hear him call back to us, “And he talks about my language. Between Lux and Mom, there is always too many screams to decipher. I gotta get my own place.”
“That would break your momma’s heart, boy. Now go eat some oatmeal or some other healthy shit.” I lower Lux down to her feet but hold her tightly against my body.
I hear him mumble, “Whatever,” and back off the door.
Lux rolls up onto her toes to kiss me, making me need to be balls deep inside her, even as the water turns cold against my back.
“Damn, I’m one lucky fucker.”
“You gonna hit it, get it, and go?” She laughs as she wraps her arms around my neck, and then wraps her legs around my waist, rocking her pussy against my piercing as I adjust to hold her weight and slide it.
“Baby, I’m gonna hit it, I’m gonna give it, then get it, and I’m only goin’ for a small poker run. Then, you better be ready for round motherfuckin’ two.” I bottom out inside her as her walls tighten around me.
“Can’t get enough.” She bites my collarbone.
“Fuck yeah, Lux, won’t ever have enough of you.”
***
Shooter and Tessie
“Drea, Drew, if you don’t shut your mouths, it’ll be oatmeal for you.”
“He started it,” Andrea smarts off about her brother.
With the spatula in my hand, I use it to point at my face. “Does this look like a face that cares? I’m trying to give your momma breakfast in bed. Y’all wake her up, I’ll have you picking up pinecones in the yard for the day.”
“Axel is a lucky bastard,” Andrew mutters, not thinking I heard him.
I drop the spatula and move to the table to stand over my son. “One, your brother is no bastard, you hear me. Two, when you’re eighteen, you can get your own place, pay your own damn bills, and do whatever the hell you want.”
“Language, Andy,” Tessie says from the kitchen entryway.
“They’ve heard worse,” I defend.
She comes over and ruffles our son’s hair. “Don’t be jealous of your brother going to his dad’s house. He acts like you two. He gets bathroom duty at the clubhouse from Rex, so sit quiet, my boy, or you’ll miss out on Dad’s delicious pancakes.” Tessie looks at me and kisses my arm softly before moving to the coffee pot.
“Not how I wanted this morning to go.” I let my frustration with our twins known.
My wife looks at me with a devilish smile. “You spoil me.”
I smirk. “I damn sure try.”
She saunters over to me in her pajamas. When she is directly in front
of me, she sips her warm brew from the oversized mug. “Breathe, baby, inhale.” She kisses my bare chest. “Exhale.”
“Oh, God, they’re gonna be all sappy and stuff,” Drea whines. “Drew, we gotta get outta here, like, now.”
I laugh as they scurry from the kitchen.
“Love you, Tessie.”
“I love pancakes,” she jokes, stepping back. “No one makes better pancakes than you, Shooter. Axel has always stood by that.”
I reach out to grab my spatula and playfully smack her ass. “You love my pancakes, huh?”
She pretends to be thinking hard. “And your bedroom skills. I do love those, too.”
I tap the spatula to my chest. “You wound my pride.”
Setting her cup on the counter, she moves into my space. She takes my wrist, moving my spatula to her chest where her heart beats and puts her hand to my heart. “I loved you before I knew I could love someone to that degree. I love you now. I love the man you are, the father you are, and the man who has always had my back.”
“Fuck,” I growl, getting hard and falling in love with this woman all over again. “I’m thinking you need to be pregnant again.”
She laughs. “Shooter, we have six kids, including Axel. We’re getting the first one grown; why are we starting over with diapers again?”
“You growing with my baby … Nothing better.”
“We’re already there,” she whispers then winks.
Throwing the spatula into the sink, I reach around her and pick her up, swinging her around. “My woman is having my baby … again! Fuck yeah!”
She cups my face in her hands. “Language, Andy, language.”
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