Blood Of A Rebel (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 9)

by Glenna Maynard

  “Revenge,” he repeats the word with an intrigued smirk. Rhyner stands quietly to the side. “Maybe we can use you. Sounds like we want the same thing.” He smiles as he rubs his beard.

  Minutes later, once I’ve been checked out and my wallet is returned, Rhy and me set to loading up a truck with the crates of moonshine. We don’t have to drive far. I drive the truck to a drop spot while Rhy follows behind me in his car.

  We drop the truck at a used car lot. One of those buy here pay here deals.

  Once I’m back in the car with Rhyner he tells me his story. Porter is his Mom’s brother. He was raised away from the club, but was around enough to pick up shit over the years. When he was twelve his mom remarried, and she moved to Indiana. He stayed here with his dad, who remarried as well. Rhyner got himself a new cousin by the name of Gailene. Prettiest girl he had ever seen.

  She ended up coming to stay with his family one Christmas, her mom was arrested on drug and prostitution charges. Seems she got in with the Devils Rejects. Owed them a lot of money after the shit she was selling for them was confiscated during the bust. Doesn’t take a genius to know they took payment in the form of Gailene.

  Rhy says a friend of the Born Sinners made him a new identity, actually he took on the identity of a runaway who aged out of the foster care system. Worked his way into the Devils Rejects to look for answers about Gailene’s disappearance while reporting important information back to the Born Sinners.

  Rhyner, much like myself is playing a dangerous game.

  Chapter 8

  Grim

  Drag Creek, Kentucky

  “Sounds good man, sounds good. Paper is on the way.” I end the call with Porter. Rebel is driving up tomorrow to check in on his oldest at college. Have to say the Born Sinners have proven to be trustworthy. Feels good to work with another club that has the same vision we do. They take care of their own and stay out of my way while earning some green doing so. Don’t hurt that the motherfuckers grow some of the best smoke I’ve ever tasted.

  Romeo tosses a bud at me, and I inhale deeply, getting a good whiff of the blue weed. “Fucking A,” I say with a grin and begin breaking it up. “That’s some good puff puff pass, brother.”

  “Hell yeah it is, and damn if I couldn’t use a big fat joint right now. Christ, Dawn and Mute are moving back. Called me this morning. You know what that means.” He scrubs a weathered hand through his silver hair.

  I chuckle. “Sunshine.” I wouldn’t want to see her either. I thought I loved her once. Maybe I did for a hot minute. Woman had good pussy, but not good enough to keep a man holding on.

  He shakes his head with a heavy sigh. They called it quits about the time Dawn married Sunshine’s boy, Patrick.

  For once, I roll the joint. Romeo, much like myself hasn’t had the best motherfuckin’ luck when it comes to women. I don’t want to walk down fuckin memory lane though, I wanna light up this joint and enjoy it before Foxie catches me. Normally, she wouldn’t give two shits what I do really, but I’ve had a cough that I just can’t shake. Wants me to go see the damn quack in town. Don’t need that fucker getting up in my business. Told her I’m still walking and breathing to let me fuckin’ be. Don’t need a Goddamned mother. Had one of those, and she was a piece of shit so I killed the bitch.

  “When they coming home?” I ask, as I light up and take a few tokes before passing it to him.

  “Soon. Dawn didn’t say, but I think she’s pregnant. Said some oddball comment about getting carsick. Just have a feeling.”

  I shake my head and smile, but inside I’m dying thinking about my own daughter and grandkids. Her oldest would be an adult now. Fuckin’ gets me right in the chest thinking about what kind of man he’s grown into. Not laid eyes on them in years. It’s better this way, but don’t hurt any fucking less. I’m damn thankful I got one last hug from my girl, Baby before they moved away again.

  I could’ve searched for them, I know their names, but what good would that do any of us. Even though by now they should be able to come home.

  Rebel walks through the door interrupting my thoughts.

  “Was ye mom upstairs?”

  “Didn’t see her,” he answers before taking the joint from Romeo.

  “You want company tomorrow?” Romeo asks.

  “Yeah man, that’d be alright.”

  Romeo must really want to avoid Sunshine if he’s riding out with Rebel to see the kid he gave up.

  Miracle was LL’s girl, Romeo’s bitch whore of a junkie wife. Don’t know who the little girl’s old man was or is, but Romeo wasn’t gonna raise the whore’s brat. Passed her off onto Rebel and his bitch, Lil Bit.

  The kid turned out alright; she’s enrolled in college. I told Rebel he shoulda kept a man on her. Dumbfuck won’t listen though. Had to remind him of the disaster Chicago was when Rumor was taken by Winston Rush, her real father. That shit happened right under Rebel’s nose. Miracle being his kid by name puts a target on her back and her chest. Don’t matter if she changed her name to Morgan, if she’s on a motherfucker’s radar, they’ll take her.

  I snort and Rebels gives me a fuck off look. “Don’t start with me. I’ll raise my kids how I see fit. Ye ain’t the best motherfucker to be handing out fatherly advice.”

  He’s got me there. I never was worthy of the father of the year title, but Rebel does come close. The bastard does do a damn fine job raising his brat pack. Though I’m sure that is mostly due to Chelle’s credit.

  Romeo

  Grim can talk shit all he wants. I got a lead on something I’ve been working on for years. Been trying to track down Miracle’s real and true blood father. She asked me when she was about thirteen if I had any idea who the man might be, but truth was her mom was a useless waste of a whore. Sure, she gave me two fine kids, but the bitch was more trouble than necessary. There was a time when I did love LL, but that faded long ago. Long before I choked the bitch to death.

  I made a vow to myself that I owed Miracle the name of her father. I didn’t do right by her, but if I could do this for her, then maybe I could rest a little easier and not feel like such shit whenever I lay eyes on her.

  Sunshine didn’t like me poking around in LL’s past. Never took her for such a jealous type, but damn woman was worse than Foxie when it comes to Grim’s hateful ass. We were going down a road I didn’t want to travel…her never happy and me wanting to wring her damn neck every time she opened her Goddamned mouth.

  Things are better off now that we are apart. I wouldn’t say we have bad blood between us, but I crossed another fuckin line that I never should have when I took things to a sexual nature with her. I thought for a hot minute that maybe it could be love, but when my girl, Dawn opened my eyes to the woman I was with, I couldn’t keep trying to make shit work.

  I don’t know how Rebel will feel about this shit I am about to lay on his daughter, but she’s an adult now and deserves the truth, however painful it may be. I don’t know if I’ll tell Rebel beforehand. The overprotective shithead that he is might try and talk me out of sharing the truth of her parentage.

  It sure as fuck surprised me. Wasn’t expecting it to be one of our own. I’ve not confronted the bastard yet, but that’s only because I stopped giving a fuck about who LL fucked a long time ago.

  It’ll be up to the kid if she wants to confront him. How he could watch his kid be raised by Rebel, or let me think she was mine for a while…I don’t know. Guess the sorry fucker might not know being he has a family of his own.

  Only reason I found out it was him was because Rebel’s half-brother, JT found a lock box under one of the floorboards of my old cabin that he lives in with his top bitch Kimmie. Didn’t even open it. Brought it directly to me because he figured it was mine. Nope, the damn thing belonged to my whore wife. Inside was all I needed to know the truth, a black book I wasn’t aware of containing details of her hooking up with Stone when he was working security at the whore house she ran with Foxie. The timeframe matches. I guess I shoul
d give Stone a heads-up that one day soon his daughter may want to know him, but fuck him. I don’t owe him shit.

  I was fixing to drop the news to Grim before Rebel showed up. By the look on Rebel’s face, I think I had better wait.

  Chapter 9

  Miracle

  Lexington, Kentucky

  “Shut up, I wasn’t that loud.” I shake my head as Bridgette mimics the noises she swears I was making this morning in Cole’s bedroom. “You’re just jealous,” I retort with red cheeks.

  Tilley smacks Bridgette on the shoulder. “Leave her alone. Nothing wrong with enjoying whatever it was he was doing to her in his room. What was he doing? You can’t be holding out on us.”

  Making the motion of locking my lips and throwing away the key, I turn my back on the pair of hussies and start going through the shirts Tilley brought me to choose from. Picking up a black scoop neck shirt I hold it up in their direction.

  “No!” Bridgette shrieks.

  I toss my hands up letting the shirt fall to the bed. “Fine then, ya’ll decide. I obviously have the fashion sense of a cardboard box.”

  Tilley snickers as she teases my roommate’s hair. “Your skinny jeans with the ripped knees, those little black heeled booties and…” she pauses rifling through the stack of clothes with a free hand. “This!” She shrieks holding up a black triangle.

  “What is it?” I scrunch my nose. If I had tits it wouldn’t cover a nipple.

  Bridgette snorts. “A halter top, dingdong.”

  “You have the body.” Tilley tosses it at me, and I take the shirt, if you can call it that into the bathroom to try it on.

  I have to sweep my hair up into a ponytail before I can tie the halter around my neck. I can’t even wear a bra with it, not like I have anything to protect, but still. I want to stomp my feet and protest like my younger sister Harley does when she doesn’t get her way.

  Man, I miss home. I was supposed to go home this weekend for girl’s night with Harley, but I stayed for Cole. If she were to see my Outlaw maybe she’d understand. I couldn’t say no to seeing him. Even though if I were smarter I’d have gone home and kept him waiting—played hard to get.

  I don’t want to play games with him though, I just want to be around him.

  Bridgette bangs her fist on the door, startling me from my thoughts. “Did you fall in? Come on, let us see how you look.” She groans before I can even answer. So impatient. Almost as bad as I am.

  Looking myself over in the mirror, I let my hair down. My dark hair tumbles down my shoulders giving me the appearance of being naked on my top half. My belly is exposed and my jeans are low cut barely touching the tops of my hips. I love these jeans, but I usually cover them with a long shirt. I never show my body this much.

  I do feel sexy. I bite my lip and flutter my lashes at my reflection like a dork. Question is…will Cole be able to resist me; will he appreciate what he sees?

  Feeling confident and nervous all at once, I step back into the room and Tilley whistles. “Damn, Morgan. Girl, if I didn’t love dick so much, you could turn me.”

  “Shut up,” I say with a grin, feeling too sexy to be too embarrassed by her words.

  “Cole will flip,” Bridgette says nodding her head in approval.

  “Flip her over his damn shoulder like a caveman,” Tilley teases.

  “Alright, enough. What are you wearing, Bridgette?” I ask, trying to get the focus off me.

  “Yeah, tell me about this guy you’re gonna see tonight.” Tilley jumps back into the conversation.

  “He’s so cute, isn’t he, Morg?” She looks to me, and I grin with a nod.

  “They got any other friends?”

  “Shut up, you have a boyfriend back home,” Bridgette teases her.

  “A girl can change her mind, but back to this guy…you like him?”

  “He’s sweet and fun. I only just met him, so it isn’t like I have high expectations, but I’d do him for sure.”

  I throw a shoe at her. “Don’t be fucking Cole’s best friend and ruining shit.”

  “Pfft, he looks like a good time. And I don’t have any problem showing him how good a time I can be too.” She winks.

  I shake my head while her and Tilley laugh and high five one another.

  **

  Cole is practically cupping my crotch with his right hand while he steers with his left. Bridgette and Rhyner are talking in low voices in the backseat. I have no idea what they are talking about back there. Cole’s phone keeps beeping, and he won’t even check it. I’m happy he is ignoring it for me, but at the same time I wonder who keeps trying to contact him. I mean, it isn’t like we are exclusive or anything.

  We hardly know each other. I shouldn’t be harboring jealous feelings, but here I am dying to reach into his pocket and look at his phone. I’ve never been this invested in anyone. I hate the way jealousy feels. I so shouldn’t be feeling jealous at all. He hasn’t given me any reason to be, but if his phone doesn’t stop dinging every five seconds I’m going to explode.

  When we get to the theater, Cole is being all weird and looking over his shoulder, like he’s afraid we’re being followed. As we walk to the ticket booth he keeps a firm hold around my waist, hugging me so closely, I’m afraid I am going to trip over his foot.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, perfect.” He dips his head down and gives me a quick kiss on the mouth while we stand in line.

  “You two are so cute it’s disgusting,” Bridgette teases.

  “Shut up, you’re just jealous, because Rhy is a shy boy.” I wink at them, and she gives me the stink eye.

  “Nothing shy about me,” Rhyner grumbles and pinches her ass. Bridgette squeals and squirms away from him.

  We move forward in line, and while Cole gets the tickets, Bridgette and I take the cash Rhyner gave us to get popcorn and drinks. Once we are seated, Cole’s hand goes right back to my inner thigh, gripping me with ownership. It’s kinda hot how possessive he is. The movie begins to play, but all I can focus my attention on is how Cole pushes his thumb through one of the tears in my jeans, brushing the pad of it against my leg, close to where my panty line should be. Warmth tingles down my spine, and I can’t help but squirm. He leans in close, his tongue finding my ear. I giggle aloud which results in whispered, “Shh’s,” from the people in front of us.

  Cole snarls at them with a gravely, “Fuck off.” The look in his eyes along with the sound of his voice must scare them off, because they move up to the front, far away from where we are seated.

  “Cole…”

  “Morgan…” His breath warms my ear, and I get all tingly down to my toes. God, he gives me so many tingles. His finger is dangerously close to my intimate area. My jeans are gonna be soaked if he keeps teasing me.

  Then he kisses me. Man…does this guy kiss me. It’s soft but fevered. Intense is the word I’d choose to describe the way he is making me feel. I’m failing hard and fast. I only hope Cole is ready to catch me.

  Cole

  The movie might have been great, but I wouldn’t know, I was too busy feeling up Morgan. She drives me so fucking crazy. She’s so innocent and sexy. I had to turn my phone off, and a part of me is afraid Harper isn’t going to give up. I should have insisted we eat our pizza at the restaurant, but I’m selfish and wanted to get Morgan back to my place. I can only hope Harper doesn’t show up and ruin shit for me. I wouldn’t put it past the crazy bitch.

  Bridgette rubs her palms together being sneaky. “Let’s play truth or dare, sex questions only.”

  Rhyner grins and Morgan flushes a deep shade of red. “No way,” she refuses.

  Pulling her closer into me, I tell her, “We’re gonna play. Gonna learn all ‘bout you.”

  “To make it interesting if you refuse to answer you have to do a dare. The dares will be selected randomly. We each write down five dares on slips of paper and put them in a bowl.” Bridgette beams with pride. She’s so proud of her idea.

  I must sa
y it’s a good one. Might break Morgan out of her shell.

  Rhyner tells her, “That smirk is gonna get you fucked.”

  “Okay, yeah…I had you all wrong. You aren’t the least bit shy,” Morgan says with big eyes.

  “Not in the least.” He disappears to his room and comes back with a notebook and pens. He tears out some slips of paper and passes them out with the pens.

  I glance over at Morgan and she turns away saying, “No peeking,” with a shy smile.

  “Baby, I’ll peek, and you’ll damn sure like it,” I say gruffly in her ear, and she giggles shaking her head.

  Bridgette pops up and goes to the kitchen for a bowl. Morgan follows after her to get the beer and pretzels.

  “Bridgette, man…I like her,” Rhy confesses before the girls return with the drinks.

  “Yeah, that’s good.”

  Bridgette sits next to Rhyner.

  I pull Morgan into my lap, and she nearly dumps the pretzels to the floor. “Hey!” She calls out.

  “Hey,” I say back, splaying my hand across her stomach, loving the feel of her in my arms.

  I rest my chin on the crook of her neck peppering her with kisses. I’m pleasantly surprised I’m not getting a mouthful of perfume. Harper always bathed in the shit she wore. I could never kiss her neck without getting it in my mouth. Not that I wanted to shower her with affection as I do Morgan.

  “Who’s first?” Rhy asks.

  “I nominate Morgan, since she’s so reluctant,” Bridgette says, as she swirls the folded slips of paper around the bowl, mixing the dares up.

  “Okay, Bridgette. Truth or dare?”

  “Truth.”

  “Have you kissed Rhyner?”

  “Lame,” Bridgette complains, but answers with a yes.