A Wild Ride (Hell's Tribe MC Series) [Book 7]

Chapter 11: Next Thing You Know

Ready to find out what made Maggie leave Tooele for seven years? Want to know how Blaze and her will handle their New Year's kiss?  

Chapter 11 is just the start for these two. 

Happy reading!

~Blaze~

If I hadn't heard Murph barking like a mad dog—literally, I wouldn't have even heard the knock on my door. It was so soft; it was almost as if the person delivering said knocks was unsure if they actually wanted me to hear it or not. With Murphy on guard, there was no chance even the faintest sound would go unnoticed. That was half the reason I decided to keep him. Once I realized he wasn't a magical cure for my PTSD and anxiety, I almost considered giving him away. I wasn't sure if I could take care of another living being when I could barely take care of myself, but when he heard the punks across the street trying to take pictures on my bike, he went ape shit. I hadn't even heard them fucking around while they sat on my bike and took photos, but Murph did, all the way from my bedroom. He sprang out of there like a bat out of hell and led me straight to the front window where I caught those little shits posting my bike on Instagram.

It was safe to say, they never set foot on my driveway again after that night, and I owed that all to Murphy.

Just like he was now, he alerted me to anything going down on my property, even before I could see or hear it for myself. Ultimately, besides his cute face and grumpiness, that was why I decided to keep him. He made me feel safe in my home during a time when I didn't even feel safe in my own head. We both had shit to work on—him with his aggressiveness, and me with getting over my shit and learning to live in present rather than the past, but we worked on it together.

Just two dudes with some fucking problems.

I opened my front door, surprised to find myself staring through the screen at a redhead with some very fucking big problems of her own. Her eyes were glassy, dark bags hovering deep in the hallows as if she hadn't slept for days. Her hair was piled on the top of her head in a messy bun and like usual, she wasn't wearing even a stitch of makeup.  She was swimming in the pair of grey sweatpants she wore, almost as if she bought them two sizes too big, and the sleeves of her hoodie came down so long, that they were well past covering her hands.

All in all, she looked like a fucking mess.

"You weren't kidding about that dog," Maggie chuckled, taking a small step back as Murph continued to bark aggressively at her, even though I left the screen door closed.

I had learned very quickly that unless Murph was locked up in another room, opening the front door was a sure way to earn myself a lawsuit from whichever sorry sucker it was that Murph decided to take a bit out of.

Like I said, we were working on it.

"He doesn't do well with people," I offered, petting him gently on the head to get him to ease up on the barking. It worked, Murph silenced himself and obediently sat next to me while Maggie and I talked through the screen door.

"I can relate," Maggie said breathlessly. If I didn't know her any better, I'd say she was on the verge of tears, but Maggie didn't seem like the crying type. She seemed like one of those women who buried their feelings so deeply for so long that finally when she expressed them, they came out in one big explosion. It was kinda what I figured happened on New Year's Eve, but that was over a week ago.

I don't know what got into her that night, but she wasn't about to take shit from anyone.

I wasn't sure what got into me that night either.