Ride Or Die (Hell's Tribe MC Series) [Book 5]

Prologue: Death Sentence

And so it begins... I swear no matter how many times I've done this before, posting the first chapter of a new book never fails to excite me beyond belief. It's been almost a year since I started writing Ride Or Die, which is probably the longest I have ever worked on one of my books before posting. I am happy to say that I loved how it turned out and I have nearly finished it at this point. I'm working on the last few chapters, but I can say for certain that this book has a special place in my heart. While book 2 will always be my favourite because Tweaker was my favourite male character to write, I discovered during the writing process this time around that Carter is my favourite female to write. I think it's because I made her the most like ME compared to any of my other characters and I relate to her a lot since we're both the bosses' daughter. Funny enough, during the writing process I also started talking to a guy who works for my dad and that has made writing this story all the more interesting to me. Don't worry, my life is not nearly as dramatic or exciting as Carter's, but let's just say if you don't like her, we probably couldn't be friends, haha.

Anyway...

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy book 5!

I hadn't noticed her until I'd gone up to the bar, but when I did, it was like she was the only person in the room. I hadn't even seen her face yet, but I knew I wanted to take this girl home with me tonight. She was unusually short compared to her friends—even with her six-inch heels on, but in a cute way. Her leather pants framed her very full and round ass perfectly, while her lacey white bodysuit revealed the smoothness of her skin that was still tanned from the hot summer we'd had, as it peeked through the thin fabric.

I continued to stare at her as I stood in line at the bar—some off-campus college place in the city that my kid brother had dragged me to for his twenty-first birthday, and watched her with pure lust. I wasn't sure what had drawn me to her like this since I hadn't even caught a glimpse of her face yet, but for some reason, I just knew I had to have her. She was dancing with a group of girls, all of which were dressed in a similar fashion, but none of them moved like her. The way she shook that amazing ass and dropped down low to the ground before sticking it out as she worked her way back up was giving me a semi-hard, even through the thick material of my jeans. It was when she circled her painfully great hips that I realized I was rocking a full hard-on and I wasn't even within arms reach of her yet. I couldn't imagine that I would be able to last very long once I got her out of here and had her perfect ass in my hands as I fucked her hard and fast.

I ditched the line at the bar, deciding Rhett could wait for his own damn drink, even if it was his birthday. His big brother needed to get laid, and little Miss across the room wouldn't last long in this place alone. Someone would snatch her up at any moment—and I just couldn't take that chance.

I headed towards her and her friends, noting the way their eyes widened as I approached. I was wearing my cut, which probably intimidated them, but we were out of Tooele, so I doubted random co-ods from Salt Lake knew about the Hell's Tribe. My point was proven correct when one of her friends lit up with a smirk as she whispered to my girl. I saw her shoulders tense, even through the material of her tight bodysuit as she peered over her shoulder. It wasn't enough to give me a view of her face, but I was able to see a side view of her plump red lips that I would love to have sucking on my dick like a lollipop.