Two Sides of Noelle: MC Romance (Demon Rebels MC Book 2)

by Rayne O'Gara

  “What happened with her?”

  “She took in a damaged prima ballerina, her main choice of pussy. Got me passed my grief, but never wanted me to get any better. She was fine with the throwing up until I started becoming too weak to even function, let alone dance for her. She then got me healthy. But when I didn’t want to dance any longer, it was never my dream, she became hateful. Nasty words. Gone all the time. Blatantly cheating on me. Then one day when it became apparent nothing she punished me with would get me to be her perfect little ballerina again, she bailed and took everything with her. I was left with absolutely nothing. Homeless. Afraid the only way I could find to survive was on my back, but not even for money, for a place to sleep, a shower, scraps of food. My father saved me. We aired out our problems and became close. The other day was the first time I’ve seen Stephanie in years and I detest the weak, sick, pathetic little girl she made me feel like once again.” I told him too much. I know I did. I close my eyes and refuse to look. I can’t handle his pity, disgust, and anger. Will I always be this pathetic coward?

  “She fucked you up good, didn’t she? But she had help. You grew up with bad break after bad break until your dad finally stepped up. Now don’t go fucking hiding from me. Did I hide from you when I laid all my shit bare?”

  “Kind of.” Well, he did. I had to make him look at me.

  Oh. I made him look at me. I wouldn’t let him hide from me.

  Opening my eyes, I nod into his skin and look up. “There’s my sweet thang. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever fucking met. Don’t hide it away. And you had to get your crazy somewhere, I’m thankful for that.”

  “Takes crazy to know crazy.”

  “Fuck yeah it does, and what fun we will have. Shit, Cave’s gonna be pissed most of the time at us, you know this, right?” I smile in thought.

  “Yeah. But I can always think of something to make it up to him.”

  “I bet you can, Sweets.”

  “So, want to watch a movie, or take a ride, while we wait? I won’t be able to sleep waiting on news from Cave.” I try to think of things that will take our mind away from what his brothers are out doing right now.

  “I wanna make you scream.”

  “Hmmm,” I answer to his idea against his mouth in a deep kiss.

  And that’s what we did. My man made me scream, and scream, and scream until we both fell into an exhausted heap on the hallway floor, the both of us passing out into sleep within seconds.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Caveman

  If I were a vindictive bitch with a suicide wish, where would I hide?

  With Tech at the clubhouse doing his thing on the six computer setup he has, he was able to find, hack, a way into the police’s secured network and found all the info we needed. Noelle was right, Stephanie was behind this. Assault and battery. Thankfully the bitch didn’t report sexual assault or this fucked up shit would be balls to the walls fucked up and really have no choice but to turn her over to the fucking cops. She fucked with the club, now the club needs to take point. Thankfully the jackoff officers are all hard up for Wood and won’t be out looking for her. Other than that, we’re fucked. Tech hasn’t found any record of credit cards being used or rental cars, hospital bills. She’s a fucking ghost.

  I turn down main street and idle by the curb next to the ice cream place. I watch the people around me. Not like I’m going to actually fucking find shit, but anything I can do and still hoping I’m about to get a call from Tech, or Blaze, fuck or any fucking one of my brothers out there right fucking now who are doing the same fucking thing I am.

  I kill my bike and dig out my cell from the front pocket of my jeans. Holding down the one, my speed dial activates and soon has the line ringing.

  “Yo,” the voice that answers is low and distorted. I pull my phone away and make sure the number is right before shaking my head and replacing the phone to my ear.

  “Noelle.”

  “Yes, my love?” Her sweet soft voice is breathless, making my dick hard and damn uncomfortable at the reasoning behind why she would be breathless.

  “Babe.”

  “Wood, baby, you have to stop. He’s using his growly voice.” I roll my eyes and look up to the night sky. These two together are going to be the death of me. “What can I do for you?” she asks, her voice clearer signaling that she’s talking to me now.

  “Just checking on you two.”

  “Other than pissed off and missing you, baby, we are good.” I smile at her missing me and damn near laugh at Wood whining in the background. Horny bastard. Holed up with our woman letting us do all the dirty work. Fuck I’d change places, but he needs her right now more than I do, that’s for sure.

  “I’ll be there as soon as this shit’s dealt with.”

  “Okay, be careful. And don’t worry about your guy…I’ll take real good care of him.” Jesus, I can hear the smirk and wink through the fucking phone. “Love you.” I smile at that too. Feels real good to hear her whisper those words to me. Fuck yeah it feels good.

  “Love you too, baby.”

  I barely hang up with Noelle before my phone is buzzing in my hand. “Tech.”

  “Couldn’t find jack shit on the bitch.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Yeah, but I fucking rock. So I found an obscure mention of this dude who walked a poor, beat up Stephanie into the station house to file her fucking bullshit. He has been using his shit and I so fucking got him. You want her bitch-boy?”

  Tech is one big smartass and cocky son-of-a-bitch, but he’s right, he does fucking rock. We have her bitch, we’ll find her. “Yeah, I want him. Coordinates?”

  He gives me the info I need and sends a mass text to update everyone. Steel will call and delegate soon, but I will be handling this specific piece of shit.

  Four blocks away from my woman’s house is where Tech’s coordinates take me. Four. Fucking. Blocks. Away. I don’t like this. Bullshit going down so close to our girl. Killing my engine, I take my ass up to the door of the rundown trailer house, and knock.

  Well fuck.

  Take all the fun out of the job.

  A tall scrawny drunk as a motherfucker asshat answers the door. His eyes widen, taking in my size, before scrambling his ass back into the house, trying to slam the door shut in my face. I roll my eyes, grab at his collar, and stop him in his tracks. He’s mumbling and scared the fuck out of his head, plus his busted up and bruised knuckles tells me all I need to know. Got the one who really did lay hands to the bitch.

  “Oh you’re fucked,” I growl down menacingly to the shaking mass of worthless male and smile at him. Can’t beat the fuck out of him, but sure as hell can scare the shit out of him. And it worked. Motherfucker passes out on me before I can even pull out my cell and call Steel.

  “Wake his ass up, get the info we need, and bring him to the clubhouse. Tech will meet up with you with an SUV for transport. You get him there and we’ll get the cunt.”

  “Aye, aye, Captain.” I steal one of Noelle’s favorite phrases she likes to use on me.

  “Smartass.” Steel clicks off and I laugh before waking him up by dumping a pan of water over his head. He easily gives me all the info I need; I don’t even get to break any bones. Kind of depressing. Really wanted to work someone over, and it won’t be Stephanie. I call Steel with her location and load up the trash into Tech’s SUV. Now we just wait for Steel and Blaze to bring the bitch in.

  It doesn’t take long. She was holding up in a highway motel halfway between Noelle’s place and Wichita. I get the text from Steel as we pull into the compound telling us to pull around back and wait in the SUV. There’s nothing behind the clubhouse but fields. I do like how my President’s mind works. Intimidation. Maybe we should have a few shovels and make her believe there is a grave already marked out for her. That would at least get her blood pumping and fear to widen her pupils.

  The jackoff is stuttering out prayers from in the back. We handcuffed him and dropped a black cl
oth bag over his head for shits and giggles. He sobered up right quick. Fear, what a great motivator. I would love to bust this fucker all up but we need him to wipe Wood’s record clean, so no play time…but we don’t have to tell jackoff that, or Stephanie either.

  Pipes can be heard turning into the compound and I smile over to Tech.

  “Dude. Seriously stop doing that. I’m all happy and shit that you found a reason to smile, we’ve all thought you had no actual sense of humor, but way too fucking creepy. Save that shit for here in five minutes, it’ll scare the piss outta her. Just don’t look at me and do that shit.” I roll my eyes at Tech’s grumbling. Noelle likes it when I smile and always seems to make a point to have me laughing with her. Fuck, I love that woman. Now that Wood is finally on fucking board we need to have a sit down and discuss shit. I want it legal. I want our property patch on her. I want every fucking body taking one glance at her beauty and instantly know who possesses her. I heard Onyx talking about a tattoo claimin’ them as Jay’s and I like the idea. But I don’t want it to be a surprise or nothing like that over the top bullshit Onyx and Steel like doing. I want Noelle to be a part of the design and placement. That bitch loves our ink work and has been jonesin’ for her own tats. I wouldn’t deprive her of this chance. But I’m not getting any fairies or unicorn bullshit. There are lines you don’t cross...for anyone.

  Headlights pierce the darkness around us as bike after bike followed by a huge jacked up red truck pour into the field around our vehicle. Everyone parks in a circle casting light flooding into a ring. A squirming woman is pulled from the bed of the truck, not very easily, and thrust into the middle of the ring. A black hood covers her head and is pulled off the still stumbling woman. Her eyes blink and try to focus with the new bright lights. Tech and I step out, but stay behind the light, copying the stances of my brothers.

  Steel steps into the light and crosses his arms. She’s covered in bruises, black eye, busted lip, fucking choke marks on her neck. Fuck, this bitch is fucked up. She cradles her right arm to her chest letting me know that its either broken or strained and she didn’t go get it checked out as to not leave a trail. Causing herself even more pain just to exact revenge for petty bullshit. Her one good eye lights up at Steel before moving her eyes down to his colors. Her top lip curls before she spits on the ground.

  Crazy bitch.

  She has a fucking death wish.

  “You are quite the disrespectful bitch, Stephanie,” Steel acknowledges her quietly.

  “Oh, and you’re here to teach me a lesson then?” Her sarcastic voice grates on my ears, and patience.

  Steel just chuckles.

  “What, your poor backdoor buddy is all locked up and you have to take care of his problems for him?” She does a fucked up pouting face, her split lip adding a bit of nasty to the whole thing.

  “Locked up? Now why would he be locked up?” Onyx steps forward farther into the light and tilts his head to the side after asking his questions. A confused look crosses her face before quickly disappearing into a hateful mask.

  I start laughing and put a big smile on my face, the one that apparently freaks the fuck outta Tech, and step into the ring of light to her left. Her body turns to keep an eye on the new threat. “My woman was at the police station before he was even fully booked bailing him out.”

  “Your woman?” she snarls and I make my smile wider.

  “Yeah, Noelle. My woman.”

  She huffs in smug satisfaction. “Well I got news for you, big boy. That dude you all apparently care for so much is fucking your bitch. Probably banging her right fucking now while you deal with me.”

  “Yup. Just got off the phone with him.” I look around the circle to my brothers seeing their smiles and knowing looks before shrugging to them. “You guys know Wood. Apparently they were crashing because Noelle wore his ass out. Bed, floor, coffee table, couch, dining table, hallway wall. Only one woman been able to keep up with that horny fucker,” I end with laughter. Her confused look makes it all better. “And when I get home after the trash is taken care of, I’m going to wake her up and let him watch me fuck her while she lays next to him, fuckhead has had her all to himself all fucking day long and still the asshole will probably want to join in.”

  “So she’s your whore, not your woman.”

  “You watch your fucking mouth.” That pisses me off. A woman is not a whore just because she loves two men and loves to make love to them. “Our woman is no whore. She is mine and Wood’s. And we take care of our own.”

  “That’s fucked up. At least I never made her fuck other people when I had her.”

  “No, you just fed her addiction until it no longer suited you, then forced her to get healthy, but when she stopped feeding your craving you left her. Left her with nothing but the clothes on her back and no one to turn to. I wish right now I wasn’t the man I am because you need to learn a lesson in the way you treat people.”

  “Oh you sanctimonious bastard. The way to treat someone is with teaching them a lesson? Yeah go on beat me up, teach me that lesson. Go on.”

  “Dumb bitch, who said we had to take fists to you to teach you anything?” This was from Blaze while he was looking at her like she needed a clue.

  “What?”

  “You have two choices here, Stephanie.” Steel is done playing and his tone implies that he’s ready to get down to business. “Work your debt off to the club or the police can handle you. And nowhere in that scenario would you make it. The warped shit you pulled wouldn’t land you in a cushy prison with yard time and three meals a day along with free pussy. Fuck no, you’d get a padded room with no contact with anyone but a shrink in an institution lowly funded and out in the backwoods with no chance of being free ever again.”

  “No way you could pull that off.” She still fights back, but the fear is there in her eyes.

  “Who the fuck do you think you are messing with here? We have the pull, the money and, bitch, we have the necessary equipment to fuck your life up so badly you won’t even recognize who you are, were, or will be. It would be best you realized that. One phone call. One payment. And your ass will never be seen again…not even by you.”

  “No, instead you want me to spread my legs for your club. Pay back my debt? Yeah, that sounds a lot better than a padded room.”

  “I didn’t say anything about spreading legs, bitch, I got a woman, I don’t need your skanky nasty pussy. And we sure as fuck don’t take someone against their say-so. You pick club reimbursement and we turn you over to our mother chapter. Already called Rage. Don’t know what he has in store for you, princess, but I also don’t give a flying fuck.” This is where Steel is brilliant. He’s already scanned her and figured her all out. Being locked up for life never even able to look into a mirror, never see anyone, can’t manipulate people to her needs. That’s a death sentence to her. Offering her the club choice was way more merciful to her way of thinking.

  “You forget one thing while you’re spouting off all this shit. Proof. Your one call. One payment. Means absolute shit if they don’t even have reason to click the bracelets on my wrists. You don’t have shit on me, asshole.”

  I walk over to the back hatch of Tech’s SUV, lift it up, and pull jackoff out before walking him into the light and remove his hood.

  “Fuck.” Her mumble is quiet, but still audible. She’s fucking toast and she knows it. “Club,” she makes her decision.

  “Good. Rage has been stressed lately and in need of a reason to be inventive.”

  “How much is my debt?” Ah, now she starts to show that she actually has a brain and knows how to think with it. If her hate toward everyone and everything wasn’t so manifested in her everyday life, she could have been quite the woman. Such a waste.

  “Until Rage says you’re cleared. You’re his fucking problem now.” Steel turns to one of the Prospects. “Lock her up tight and keep guard. Rage is already on his way.” See, bastard already knew what choice she would pick.

 
Now that the trash has been dealt with, I nod to Tech, load jackoff back up, and signal goodbye to Steel. We drop jackoff to the police station and walk away, only when we hear him already confessing to the officer reassigned to the case. No way are we going to let those prejudiced bastards keep up their bullshit. Like Steel said, one phone call. We may be newer to the area, but we have a way in anywhere we need it to be. A hacker is damned useful. Tech drops me off to my bike.

  “Have a good night with Noelle,” Tech jokes and I frown at him.

  “Forget every fucking thing I said to that bitch back there. You don’t keep that shit quiet and I hear you spouting shit to Noelle and I will personally fuck your shit up.”

  “I won’t say anything to Noelle, or Stacy for that matter. I know what you were doing sayin’ all that out there, brother. But don’t think for one fucking second I’m not gonna ride your ass with that shit. Every. Chance. I. Get.”

  “Fucker.”

  He winks at me like the douche he is and drives off to my guess is Stacy. Him and Blaze have been holding her up at their place and not letting her go. Looks like two more bites the dust. Fucking crazy.

  No more thinking on my brother’s shit. I got a woman and a now free best friend to get home to.

  I pull into her drive way and unlock the door. Walking into the darkened house I listen to the silence around me before moving to her half bath and remove my contacts after taking a piss. I check the doors and windows throughout the house, then move in to the bedroom. The side table lamp flicks on as soon as the door clicks shut behind me and Noelle’s face lights up with a huge smile tipping her lips when she sees me.

  She moves out of Wood’s arms and out of bed to curl into my chest. “Sam.” She sighs and I take in a deep breath, inhaling her scent and wrapping her up in my arms, pulling her in tighter against me.