Simple Ride (Hellions Ride Book 6)
and the Haywood’s
Landing Hellions will have your mom and boys on our compound within
the hour. No one can get to them there.” Doll smiles proudly. “Can
we get Doc Kelly to give you a once-over, please? Just to make me
feel better.”
    I don’t move. I can’t.
    “ Pamela, you’re a Hellion.
Stella is so close to my dad they could walk to the church and get
them if they wanted to. This is what families do. Please know my
dad will lay down his life and every other patched member before
they let anything happen to your mom and sons. I give you my
word.”
    “ How?” I ask, not
understanding why they would want to help me.
    “ Are you Boomer’s ol’
lady?” Doll asks, smiling.
    “ Damn right she is,” Boomer
barks out before I can answer.
    “ So, last I checked, Boomer
wears the cut; he earned his patch. He’s a Hellion, and you’re his
woman. Ride or die, this is what we do … together.”
    She makes it sound so simple, yet I
know it’s so much more than that.
    When she reaches out her small hand to
me, I hesitate. I have been alone and afraid for so long. Is this
the answer to my prayers? Is this the way to be with my boys
again?
    I look over at Boomer, and with
shaking hands, I cup his face, running my thumbs over his beard.
“I’ve got kids, Boomer. I’ve got baggage by the boatloads. I don’t
know how I feel about men after Dennis. I have scars on the inside
and the out. Why are you taking this on?”
    He looks at me, his brown eyes meeting
my gaze, and there is no reservation in them, only determination.
“No kid should be without their momma when they have a strong as
steel Momma like you. No woman should be broken by the hands or
words of a man.
    “ I’ve got my own baggage,
Pami. I have scars on the inside and the out. I just want a chance
to show you and your kids what it is to be free. I’ve spent my
whole life seeking the freedom to be. While I’ve dedicated years to
training and fought in wars in the name of giving freedom, I’ve
never felt free for one moment of my life except when I’m with
you.
    “ No matter what the future
holds, you’re mine and your kids are mine to protect and treasure.
I just want the chance to give you freedom. I just want the chance
for you simply to be you. Can I have that?”
    I nod my head, feeling every bit a
part of a family for the first time since my childhood.
    “ I had a good Mom, Pami,
the best. Lost her way too young. She taught me right from wrong. I
haven’t always done right, but I promise you I’ll do right by you
and your boys.”
    I smile and lean against him as he
wraps his arms around me. I am safe and free in his arms. I exhale,
and for the first time in years, I think I might just live. I might
really have a life with my kids.
    Boomer gave me that hope. Boomer is
giving me the chance to simply be me. My mom, my kids, and Boomer,
we can simply be.

Chapter Eight

    ~Boomer~
     
     
    We arranged a call to her mother so
she was aware Roundman and the Haywood’s Hellions were coming for
them. In all the pain she endured today, there was a peace in her
once she knew they would be protected.
    Once that was all settled, Doc Kelly
checked her out, and although her nose may need to be reset, she
will heal from all the damage he inflicted. Mentally and
emotionally, she may never truly recover, but physically, she is a
survivor.
    Since she never actually planned to
stay and hadn’t acquired a bunch of junk, we packed up her
belongings relatively quickly, and now we are in my home where she
just finished her fifth shower and getting ready for bed. I have a
feeling she will shower five more times tonight, but I don’t
care—whatever makes her keep pushing through.
    I grab a pillow from the bed and make
my way to the couch. My couch isn’t the best, but it will damn sure
beat sleeping on the floor tonight.
    I never thought about the size of my
house before. However, with Pamela and two kids here where I have
only one bedroom and one bathroom,

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