One Ride (The Hellions Ride) by Chelsea Camaron Page B

remember I know how to get to you day or night.  Do not shy away from me.”
    Before I can reply, my dad has Delatorre against a wall, by his throat.  I watch in shock as Delatorre squirms against my dad, gasping for air. 
    “Let me make my message clear, mother fucker.  You ever lay one fucking finger on my daughter again I’ll cut them all off and feed them to you for dinner.  Business is business.  You stay the fuck away from my family.  Your shipment’s on its way and I’ll say when the fuck you’ll get it now.”  My dad drops his hand from Delatorre’s throat, and shoves him roughly one last time.
    Felix, the sick fucker, laughs.  That’s right, laughs in my dad’s face.  “Oh Roundman, your code of honor to protect your women is such a joke.  I’ve already been to your precious Doll’s home.  Fuck with my transport, I will get to her again.”  Looking at me, he continues.   “Fuck with my personal life again and you won’t see another day.”
    My dad pulls the .357 Magnum from my desk drawer.  Shit is seriously about to hit the fan.  Amy screams in fear.  Delatorre quickly backhands her.  She falls to the floor, holding her already battered face.  Blood trickles from her now reopened lip wound. 
    “You’re a dead fucker, Delatorre.  Let me make this clear.  Get the fuck out of my office.  You won’t know when or where, but I promise you if it’s the last mother fucking thing I do, you’ll pay for threatening my daughter.”
    “I will leave for now.  Be warned, yourself.  Don’t fuck with my transport, Reklinger.  If I don’t have my shipment in Virginia on time, and complete, your daughter isn’t going to be the only one I’ll fuck with.  I will take every single one of those bitches you Hellions keep so close.  Each time they cry out for one of you Hellions, I will make them choke on my dick, while I carve my name across their breasts.  Then while they bleed out, my boys will fuck them in every way imaginable.  Their torture and deaths will be on your shoulders, and I will make it slow and painful.  And your precious Doll here, will watch each and every single one of them all the way until their last breath.”
    He yanks Amy up from the floor by her hair, half dragging her out of the door.  My dad lowers the gun and glares at me.  He’s more than ready to kill Delatorre, but won’t because of my presence. 
    “Did you know he knew where you lived?”  I don’t answer.  I don’t know how to answer. My dad is red with rage.  I’m scared to move.  This man, burly, big, and scary has always been my teddy bear, until this very moment.  My body is trembling as the adrenaline is slowing down.
    “Answer me Doll.  Fucking answer me!”  My dad roars, slamming the drawer shut.
    “Yes.”  I whisper.
    “And you didn’t fucking tell me?  Shit, Doll, do you know what he could’ve already done to you?  Damn it to hell!  He knows more about all of us then I realized.”
    “I’m sorry, Daddy.  I didn’t want you to flip out and get into trouble.”  I say weakly.
    “Flip out and get into trouble?  Fuck me, Doll.  You never put yourself in danger for me or any fucker!  Damn it.  Stay put.  You go nowhere alone, and you stay here on the compound.  Are we clear?”
    “Yes, sir.”  I answer.  Tears flowing down my face as the fear sets in.  After giving my dad the rundown on exactly what happened with Delatorre at my front door, including my evening with Alton, I’m overwhelmed with thoughts of what will happen next.
    His last words before walking into his office are on repeat in my head.  “What’s done is done, what’s been said, can’t be unsaid.  This fucker found my daughter.  This fucker came to my territory and threatened the people I love.  This fucker is going to the ground.”
     
     
     

    Hanging up the phone, I run my fingers across my jaw.  Damn it, I don’t know what went down, but shit got serious.  Roundman is