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

Chapter 27: Initiative

I swear I just started this book and here we are, nearing the end! So crazy that this series has pulled 7 books out of me and now I'm on to book 8. Any theories on who it may be about? Leave it in the comments.

I had a fun idea to give me some writing inspiration. Leave me a prompt or scenario in the comments about any of the Hell's Tribe couples and I'll write a chapter based on it and I'll post them once I have a bunch. For example- Tweaker goes with Rae to Jamie's parent-teacher conference. Or, Knox lied about getting snipped and Ronnie is pregnant again LOL. I'm open to anything you guys want me to write!

I hope you all are enjoying and I can't wait for you to see how it all pans out.

Enjoy chapter 27!!!

Song for this chapter: Dawns by Zach Bryan and Maggie Roberts

~Blaze~

Something fucking stunk in here. I wasn't sure where the smell was coming from or when it had started, but it was fucking rancid. It couldn't be Murph, cos Maggie was still holding him hostage at Bear and Trudy's house and I didn't think it was anything in the kitchen. My bedroom was on the other side of the house and while I didn't live in any fucking castle, if there was food rotting away somewhere in there, I doubted I'd be able to smell it from here. I didn't have any garbage in my room, at least I couldn't see any from the view on my bed, but I'd also barely gotten up in days for anything other than taking a piss, a dump, or answering the door for the pizza guy. I'd ordered a large pizza a couple of days ago and had been working on it slice by slice ever since then which was my first indication that something was seriously fucking wrong with me. Usually, I could clear a large pizza all by myself, but these last few days, I'd barely managed to stomach a slice without feeling like I might throw up. I forced myself to eat anyway, stuffing the rest of the pizza in my fridge before taking off back to my room and doing nothing but sitting in the darkness. I didn't turn on the t.v, I didn't use my phone for anything other than my daily attempts to reach Maggie—I just laid here.

These last few days were surprisingly similar to how I'd spent my first few days in Tooele. I'd rented a room at some shit-box motel and took four days of doing absolutely nothing before I finally gathered enough courage to face Jonah's parents. After what I'd done to Riley, I could barely look at myself in the mirror, much less reveal classified information to my best friend's parents explaining how their son really died.  Those four days were hell for me. I barely drank water, didn't eat a single thing and didn't shower until right before I finally manned the fuck up and decided I would show up at the Chophouse.

Come to think of it, I hadn't showered in a few days this time either.

Biting my bottom lip, I hesitantly lifted my arm and got a whiff of that horrible smell that I couldn't seem to escape.

It explained it all.

Me.

I was the smell.

"Fuck," I groaned, running a frustrated hand over my face.

Maggie had done a fucking number on me.

This woman had walked into my life and imprinted herself there so much that the moment she had run out on me had felt like a shot to the fucking stomach. Granted, I was aware enough to know that I deserved her ignoring me right now, but it didn't change how much it fucking sucked.

I shouldn't have lied or kept Riley from her, especially not after she confided in me about Zack and Owen. I might be able to justify my actions had I only withheld the truth about how I actually ended up in Tooele when we first met, but I had plenty of opportunities to admit the truth to Maggie and I chose not to.