One Ride (The Hellions Ride) by Chelsea Camaron

it’s not like you on a ride.  More than that it’s borrowing trouble.  You’re getting yourself all worked up for something neither of you can have.”
    “This coming from the bitch that slept with Tank.  Pot calling the kettle, much?”  I’m unable to stop the sarcasm from continuing to spew out of my mouth.  “It’s all good for you to fuck a Haywood’s Landing Hellion where we live, but I can’t tap a chartered brother?”
    “Damn, you need to get laid.  Bitchy much?”  She pulls her arm around my shoulder, half dragging me into the bathroom door.  “I’m talking from experience.  This isn’t something you or Tripp want to deal with.”
    “I’m sorry, Sass.  You’re right.  It’s borrowing trouble to even imagine one night with Tripp.”
    The more I think about it, the more my irritation grows.  Hell, I don’t even know his real name.  He’s shown no interest in me.  Why am I still hung up on hooking up with him?  He’s hot as hell, but there are plenty of hot guys who could get me off without the repercussions that will come with hooking up with Tripp.  How am I going to get through days and weeks of being so close to him but not having him?  I don’t want forever, my dad would never allow that, but I damn sure want one night.
    Finishing up, Sass and I silently head back to the bikes.  The tension and frustration is building inside of me.  I’m putting on my helmet, when Tripp approaches looking pissed the fuck off.
    “What part of wait for me inside did you not fucking understand?”  Tripp states, pulling my hands away and adjusting my chin strap his way.
    “Huh?”
    “I fucking told you to wait for me inside.  Damn it, Doll.  We’re not in Hellions territory anymore.  You need to be aware.  Out here anyone could come along and grab you.  Inside the store, where there are witnesses, stuff is less likely to happen.  Fuck.”
    He thinks he’s pissed.  Whatever!  I’m stuck on this damn ride, and now I can’t go to the fucking bathroom in peace.
    “I’m a big fucking girl, Tripp.  I can handle myself.”  I say, my hands now balled into fists on my hips.
    “Handle yourself….handle yourself.  Bitch, fucking think straight for two goddamn seconds.  Your dad told Delatorre to his face he wouldn’t know when or where, but the shit storm was comin’.  You would be the ticket Delatorre would need to keep breathin’.  Every fucking Hellion is out there scoping shit to bring Delatorre to the ground to keep you fucking safe.  And you can’t listen to one simple command.”
    “Y’all are making something outta nothing.  Delatorre is all talk.”
    “All fucking talk, huh?  Damn, you are a dumb bitch.  Daddy sheltered you too fucking much.”
    “Dumb bitch.  Fuck you, Tripp.  Delatorre was in my office, at my house, and he never did shit.  He won’t do shit.  Having my address doesn’t mean he was setting me up for something.”
    “What about the fucking cameras, Doll?  The cameras he watched you cook your meals, change your clothes, shower, and shit with.   Oh, I see your eyes are opening now.  That’s right, that sick fucker had cameras in your house.  He watched you lay in that huge bed of yours with that satin red comforter.  He knows more than any of us thought, and you’ve been the target of it all.  So yeah, I’m telling you to wake the fuck up, and listen when I tell you something.”
    Shocked into silence, I don’t know how to respond.  Delatorre had cameras in my condo?  He watched me?  My skin is crawling, my stomach churning, my mind is racing.  I feel like I’m gonna be sick.
    “Get on the fucking bike, we gotta go.”
    I hadn’t even noticed Tripp is now on the bike, helmet on, and ready to go.  Rex is back from paying for our gas and ready to ride.  I climb on apprehensively.  Tripp is pissed, and shit is bigger than I thought.  The longer we ride, the more stressed I become.
     
     
     

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