Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 50311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Little Foot
Living in the shadow of my father and brother, I’m tired.
I love my club, but I’m never going to make it anywhere.
I have an idea to show my father Andy “Shooter” Jenkins and my brother Axel “Double” Crews just how much I can stand out.
I am Andrew “Little Foot” Jenkins.
I’ve hired a woman to pretend to be my woman all to drive them mad.
I’m wild, bold, and brazen behind my cut.
Cambria
I’m drowning in debt.
Momma always said I might be down, but don’t count me out. It’s time to put my good looks to use.
I am Cambria Tracy.
I agree to be his ol’ lady and break all the rules as long as he pays my way.
Their ride begins on an unpaved road. They bring trouble right to the front door. Only the Hellions Motorcycle Club can come together to save them. In the midst of chaos, suddenly they find themselves unable to resist each other, the rules of the game they are playing changes.
Love is a funny thing and neither of them are ready for this ride
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PROLOGUE
DREW
Brazen being It
21 years old
The Tail of the Dragon, Deals Gap, North Carolina.
Deal’s Gap, North Carolina, a significant place for every Hellion. And in twenty-four hours a Hellion I will be. The Tail of the Dragon, Dragon’s Tail, whichever way you want to say it, this is the ride of rides for every brother in the Hellions MC.
There is nothing I want more in this life than to be a Hellion like my dad. Andy “Shooter” Jenkins lives for brotherhood. The former Army green beret lived his life in a brotherhood. He tells us all the Hellions saved him from the haunting in his head. To feel part of something again kept him on the right track. That small step became his life. It’s how he met my mom.
She has a complicated history with the club. She had my older brother, Axel, with Rex. Drexel “Rex” Crews, the Catawba Hellions Chapter President is a wild card. When my mom’s car broke down one night, Rex sent his club brother, Shooter, to pick her up. My dad met my mom, they went through some crazy shit together. The rest is history.
They are all the best of friends now and co-parented Axel like this was how it always was. Rex and Caroline, his wife, are my god-parents for fuck’s sake. Rex and my dad are inseparable and as the VP to the club, I can see where that is necessary.
Tomorrow, I get to join my father, god-father, and older brother in this family legacy of brotherhood. It’s different to be a brother, an elevated level of respect.
A knock on my hotel room door has my attention. Moving to open it, my brother Axel stands on the other side. He steps in the space with a grim look on his face.
“Andrew,” he mutters walking deeper into my room. His arms are crossed over his chest with a grimace on his face. “I need you to know I told Rex not to put you to a vote. You won’t get your rocker tomorrow.”
Rage hits me like a ton of bricks.
I laugh out loud in unbelief, “What the fuck are you talking about?
“I wanted to be the one to tell you myself. I sat at the table and told Rex not to bring you to vote yet. I told Rex I would say no. I would be the holdout.”
I go into overdrive, reacting without thought. Instantly, I ball my fist up and throw and uppercut at him that he moves causing me to miss. Having fought more than once with my brother, I anticipated this and come in with a jab that hits straight to his left eye. He will feel that for a few days for sure.
“What the fuck?” I roar.
“I didn’t want to humiliate you. The rules are the rules. You only get one chance to prospect and patch in. One no means you’re out for life.”
“You what?” I ask in disbelief as the air between us grows thick.
“I did this for you and your future, Drew.”
“Bull fucking shit!” I snap. “You don’t want me to be your equal.”
Axel gives me a huff, “Prospect, watch your disrespect. I’m still a fuckin’ officer. But this isn’t about that shit.” His jaw twitches in the way it does when Axel Crews is pissed off. “You’re twenty-one. You’ve not had a ton of life experience. The things sometimes required of this club, you’re not ready.”
I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut, or maybe the kidney. “You don’t think I’m good enough.”
He doesn’t answer. He looks at me with his crystal clear eyes, the same ones I’ve always wished I had my whole life. The ones that are full of expectations I can never seem to live up to.
“I think,” he calmly states, “you need more time. That’s all. You have fucking potential and you’re a damn genius. But you’re impulsive and a fuckin’ hot head. You think every insult needs a fist and a pound of flesh. Everything is personal. You don’t see the big picture yet. It’s always club first. Brothers above all others.”
“You’re my fucking brother. Spent my whole life in your shadow. I trusted you to have my back.”
“There ya go. It’s not about you, Drew. It’s about the club first. You’ll see one day.”
“Fuck you, Axel.”
He shakes his head. “I was hoping you would be mature and hear me out. The things we have to do sometimes can eat you up inside. I just want you to be ready. I’m your brother first and I want nothing but the best for you.”
“Fuck you, you’re relieved of your duty as my sponsor,” I lock my eyes to his, “and my fuckin’ brother.”
Then without another word, he exits my room leaving me to pick up the pieces of my shattered world.
I don’t sleep. I can’t decide if I need to go home or act like nothing has changed. How bad do I want this?