Simple Ride (Hellions Ride Book 6) by Chelsea Camaron Page A

going
to die at the hands of my husband.
    I sit up, pushing myself off Boomer,
and promptly throw up all over my ugly, green carpet. Shame left
the building the day Dennis burned his marks into my
pussy.
    I should care that Shooter and Boomer
have found me in the worst way possible. I should care that I puked
all over my floor without trying to get to the bathroom. I should
care about a lot of things. I don’t.
    The only thing that matters is my sons
are safe … for now. He hasn’t found them. The level of violence he
has resorted to today shows me he means me harm, and he doesn’t
know where they are. He probably thought I would cave.
    He was wrong.
    Shooter and Boomer showing up stopped
him from inflicting more damage, but there is no way I was giving
up my sons, no matter what he did to me.
    As if it happens every day, Shooter
goes into the kitchen and comes back with paper towels to clean up
my mess. He then brings me a cup of water while Boomer moves my
hair from my face and sits me on his lap.
    My body aches, but I don’t have the
energy to make a sound.
    I want nothing more than a bath and to
sleep. Then again, Dennis is probably watching, and the minute I’m
alone again, he will come back and finish the job.
    What happens then? Who helps my mom
with my boys? How will she get by? How will they get by? What will
they think of me? How will my mom get the news? Is she strong
enough to handle that?
    I look up to see Doll enter my house
with a woman and a medical bag, and I freeze.
    Boomer is right there, whispering in
my ear. “It’s gonna be all right. She’s just gonna help clean you
up.”
    Clean me up. There is no help for the
mess I have made. He’s talking about my broken nose and bloodied
face. Sure, the good doctor can clean that, but who will clean up
the mess of my life?
    “ I’ve got kids,” I whisper
to Boomer.
    Desperation and fear do something to a
woman. I can take any level of pain. I can take any level of abuse
for my boys. I have to be smart, though. I have to think ahead. I
have to give them a backup plan. I have no one … except the
Hellions. I have to take the leap of faith that, after Dennis
finishes with me, they will keep my boys safe.
    “ Figured that out by now,
Pami.”
    “ Boomer, I’ve got two
boys—Wesson and Colt. He can’t get to them. No matter what, he
can’t—”
    “ He’s not, honey. He’s not.
On everything I am, I give you my word no one will get to them.
We’re gonna bring your boys home to you.”
    Tears roll down my face, and the salty
liquid hits my busted nose and lips, making them burn.
    “ They can’t come home.
Promise me, Boomer. Keep them away. He’s gonna kill me this
time.”
    Boomer’s grip on my hips tightens.
“You aren’t going anywhere except to pack a bag and stay with me.
Then I’ll get your boys home to you where they belong. This
motherfucker will never lay another hand on you.”
    “ He-he-he’s gonna win. He
already has,” I sob.
    “ He is not, and he has not!
Trust me, Pamela. Trust me with your boys.”
    “ They are living in a
church parsonage at the coast,” I whisper, swallowing down the lump
in my throat. “My mom has them at a small home meant for the pastor
of the church in Stella.”
    Boomer glances at Shooter. “Call
Tripp. Call a sermon. She’s my ol’ lady; those are my kids. Figure
that shit out.”
    “ She’s yours?” Doll
questions Boomer, watching me.
    “ That’s what I said. You
want it in blood? I’ll give it to you. Those boys are mine; she’s
mine. Now can we handle it?” Boomer drops his voice, trying to
contain his emotions while Doll takes in the two of us.
    “ Your boys are in Stella,
you said?”
    After I nod, not understanding, the
tiny blonde bites her bottom lip and makes a call.
    “ Daddy, we need you.” That
simple sentence changes my entire world before I can
blink.
    She gets off the phone after sharing
only the information of where my boys are and who my mother
is.
    “ Roundman