Everything I have never had is right in front of me. Family, it's mine for the taking. For the first time in my life, I found stability in the Hellions MC. From the ground up, I've been loyal to my brothers. Now the time has come when I may have to choose between the family I've never known or the club I've built and given my all to. Richard "Frisco" Billings is the California kid who rode into Haywood's Landing when the Hellions were needing an extra man. As an original, he's been with the club from day one. After growing up with no real place to call home, he's found solid ground. All of it crashed around him when secrets were revealed and he found out he missed all the formative years with his daughter, who was raised in an enemy's club. Amy Mitchell was lost her whole life until she was found by the Hellions MC. She spent years with the club, rebuilding her life and finding a place where she could belong. When a new young woman comes into the home she has with Frisco, will she still fit into his world? Will Frisco find a way to make everything work together? Will this be his final ride with the Hellions as life takes him down a different road? Contains mature themes.
Original Title:Final Ride Hellions Motorcycle Club (Hellions Ride #9)
Rating:9.14 / 10
Publisher:Published January 25th 2017 by Tantor Audio
“I need a better man!” Tilly roars, blood seeping through her shirt where she cut herself across the chest while trying to make me stay.
“You’re right; you do!” I shout back as I pack my bag.
How the hell did we end up here? She was supposed to be pussy. In the beginning, that’s all she was. Somehow, though, the tangled web we weaved turned into a mess of blurred lines. She wanted more; I gave in, blinded by the pussy, the smiles, the soft whispers against my chest night after night. She became more. Amid getting off, I found her filling more places in my life and my blackened heart that it actually had me thinking we could be the real deal. My ol’ lady, my ride or die woman. Yet, it became a clusterfuck of misery instead.
Grabbing my bag, I don’t give her a second look as I start to leave our small trailer. Then two hands grab my neck from behind bef...