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

Chapter 26: Between a Rock and a Hard Place

After one of the most horrible weekends of my life, I decided that I wasn't going to upload this week. Sadly, on Saturday I was forced to say goodbye to my fur baby in a very unexpected and tragic turn of events. It is truly like losing a member of your family and I will never be the same. If you follow me on Instagram you might have gotten a peek at her sweet face a time or two and I consider myself lucky to have had her for ten amazing years. Anyway, I found myself in the mood to escape for a little while and writing is the way I do that. In a last-minute decision, I decided to edit this chapter for you all to read. 

I hope you enjoy. 

~Bucky~ 

The clubhouse was quiet when we got back and not nearly as lively as it should have been for a Saturday night. Considering we had just watched our club president and his family bury someone they loved only this afternoon, it just didn't seem right to kick back and have a good time. The mood was somber and dark, but it was as if we all needed it this way. Bear, Mack, and Ricky had all known Lynn McPherson personally, making her death a loss to them too. While I was upset about it, my mood had more to do with the fact that I had to witness Carter like that, without being able to do anything. I swear it was nearly killing me to watch her in such a state and just sit back and watch. To top it off, shit was hitting the fan in all other aspects of my life, including the fact that I was pretty sure I was walking to my own downfall with a smile on my face and Carter McPherson was the reason for it.

Shit.

The more I thought about it, the worse it looked.

Since I first prospected the Tribe, one of my main responsibilities involved looking after Carter. All of the guys had been in my place before, having been graced with the duty until a new guy came around and then got stuck with the job.

They had all gotten through it, why couldn't I?

The simple reason was that I probably kept too close of an eye on her and cared too much. The rest of the guys kept their distance, only intervening when it was necessary, but for me, I had been too close from the very beginning. I had noticed something about Carter since the day I'd met her. Not in a pervy way—since she was probably only fifteen that first time, but I couldn't help but think that she was gonna be a knockout when she grew up.

And fuck had I been right.

Carter might still be a teenager technically, but that body of hers was all woman. She was small but full in all the right places. Her ass was round and firm and her tits were way too big for her tiny frame but perfectly perky and supple.

Fuck, I loved her tits—and not just her tits.

I was pretty sure I loved everything about her, and that was only mildly terrifying.

It could never work out between us, I knew that from the start. Cash and Mick would never be okay with it and we were both very aware of that fact going into it. I'd tried to fight the connection, and I tried to find someone else to fill the void that Carter left behind, but none of it was working. I had given in when I had no fight left in me, I had been weak and stupid and now I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

On the one hand, if I ended things with Carter I could keep my life the way it was—happily working at the shop and running with the Tribe. On the other, not being able to be with Carter sounded almost unbearable. After getting to taste those sweet lips of hers and feel every inch of her silky skin, the thought of never being able to do that again sounded almost worse than death. But death was a very real possibility for me if Cash and Mick found out—hell if any of the guys found out. Carter was like everyone's daughter or little sister. All of the guys had either been around since she was born or to watch her grow up, making it not just her father and brother that I would have to answer to. I would have a whole town full of enemies after me, and Carter would have no say in the matter.