Simple Ride (Hellions Ride Book 6) by Chelsea Camaron

with each word cracking. “This isn’t about you or
your club.” She moves around, getting dressed as I sit helplessly
on my knees in her living room.
    When I notice her blood stains the
carpet in front of me, I break a little more inside.
    “ Pami, please let me help
you.”
    “ It’s my burden to bear,”
she says, pulling on her pants and wrapping her cut shirt around
her. “I need you to leave.”
    “ Look at me,” I whisper,
hearing Shooter come back inside. He stands in the end of her small
hallway, and I shake my head to get him to stay. The last thing I
need is for her to get more spooked.
    She finally looks at me.
    “ He’s gonna die, baby. You
need to know I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him.”
    As tears fall down her face, she
reaches out to touch my beard yet stops short. “Boomer, let it go.
Let me go. This isn’t your problem.”
    Her words are like a knife to my
heart. For the first time in forever, I feel something, and she is
rendering me helpless. Emotions well inside me, tears threatening
to fall. I am a man, but I am not strong enough to watch her being
hurt.
    “ Anybody give it to you
better than me, Pami?” I ask her, knowing the answer. She told me
time and time again and it wasn’t just the orgasms.
    “ Boomer, let it
go.”
    “ You’re mine, Pami. You’ve
been mine since the moment I breathed you in and you made my heart
beat again. I’ve done bad things for stupid reasons. I’ve done good
things for the wrong reasons. I’ve been to the edge of never and
wondered why I was still breathing.
    “ You, I’m still breathing
for you. My heart is still beating for you. As broken as I am, I am
who I am for you. Call it fate, call it destiny, call it whatever
the fuck you want, but I was made for you. I was made for this
moment. Nothing in my life will ever compare to being able to bring
you back from the brink. Pami, please, I’m begging.” I let a tear
fall. “Tell me what is going on and tell me who did it so they can
pay, and baby, you can be safe.”
    She looks around as if she’s looking
for him, and once she sees Shooter, she stops.
    “ He’s gone. Went out the
back door, probably because he was outnumbered, fuckin’
pussy.”
    Pamela slumps down onto the couch as
if she has lost the world. Shooter doesn’t move, and when I start
to, he shakes his head at me.
    “ Been through this with
Tessie, Pamela. You know that,” Shooter says calmly. “I need you to
breathe through it.”
    I look at Pamela who has paled in
front of me, and I watch as she starts shaking. It kills me not to
comfort her, not to hold her, not to be able to tell her and show
her it’s going to be all right. Somehow, some way, I will get her
through this.
    “ Gotta breathe, Pamela.
Inhale,” Shooter tries to talk her down from the shock that is
setting in. It’s not working, and dammit to hell, I need to do
something.
    I move to the couch then pull her to
me, and she screams out and beats on my chest.
    “ Shh … Pami … shhh. It’s
me, Boomer. Breathe, honey, breathe. You gotta breathe with
me.”
    I take a deep breath as I hold her
against me. It takes a moment, but she settles and begins to
breathe with me. Then the sobs come, and I hold her through them. I
don’t care if I am here in this very spot for the next week; I will
hold her through it all.
    Shooter leans against the wall, typing
a text, most likely to Doc Kelly so we can get Pamela checked
out.
    I rub my hand over her hair, feeling
myself calming as she relaxes against me.
    “ He’s gonna kill me,” she
whispers between crying hiccups. “He’s gonna kill me this
time.”
    The words slice into my
soul … this time . What has this woman lived
through? Who the hell is this man?
    I swear on everything I believe in
that I’m going to make him pay. She will be free and safe from him
if it’s the last damn thing I do.
     
     
    ~Pamela~
    I was sure I was going to die today. I
was certain, once he finished fucking me, punishing me, I was