Baby (Black Rebel Riders' MC) (14 page)

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I am working in the kitchen at the Roadhouse when Romeo comes to the window to place his order. Sunshine is in the office handling paperwork, leaving me to face him alone. I haven't set eyes on or spoken to him since graduation night. "Hey kid," he smiles at me winking, making my stomach drop. Every time I think of what he and I did, I feel like the biggest loser ever.

"What can I get ya," I take out my pad for orders.

"I don't need anything, but uh have ye heard anything else about ya know."  He looks as uncomfortable as I feel. I know what he means I try not to think about it—ever. I try not to think about Striker either it has been weeks but yet he still takes up most of my thoughts.

"Nope, I'll let you know on a need to know basis." I place my hands firmly on the counter and give him a nod.

"Appreciate it, oh and uh I think LL is going to be hiring a new babysitter, she hasn't said anything but I know she thinks something, and well with her being pregnant again I think it is best she isn't upset any."  Wow, I did not know that they were expecting again this will make them three.  Men like Romeo make me sick, they think they can just use women on the side then crawl in bed with their unknowing wives. Moreover, you now what that is probably the kind of life Striker wants. Fuck, I am better off without him. Maybe I should take Lucky up on his offer and just disappear. His proposal is sounding more appealing by the minute.

After my shift ends I go into my closet and begin looking for that invitation that I first received to meet Rush, I bet Lucky is there right now. I think I will surprise him; there is nothing left for me here.  I find the envelope I was searching for and take a quick shower. Grim is nowhere to be seen and Sunshine is still over at the Roadhouse. Rumor left for
Chicago with Aspen yesterday on their great big adventure. So I leave a note for Grim that I am going to hangout with Trouble. He has been keeping his distance since he came back from Chicago, him Rebel and Striker probably had a good laugh on my part trading I fucked Baby over stories,
bastards
.

Pulling in at the old filling station, I immediately recognize Lucky's motorcycle. Let's see how true he is to his word. I walk in dressed to fuck or die. Is that not what Lucky told me the first night we met? I am wearing my knee high leather studded boots Foxie bought me last Christmas paired with a leather mini and a black halter top, showing my assets and tattoos proudly. That fat asshole
Roy is sitting in the same spot he was last time I was here, playing that damn poker machine. Lucky isn't here up front he must be somewhere in the back. Roy does a double take at me. "Goddamn sweetheart, can I help you?"

"I'm looking to get Lucky, he here." I wink and the old fart about has a heart attack. That is probably the most action he has seen in years.

"He's in the back, is he expecting you?" He is still trying to recover from my flirtation.

"Does it matter?" I lick my lips and he shakes his head no.

Walking back where Rush took me once before I notice most of the doors are shut. When I get to what used to be the storage room, I find the Devils Rejects having a party in full swing and what do you know, Lucky has a bitch between his legs and Trouble is sitting to his left with a bitch between his.
Lying pricks
. 

My arrival is going unnoticed so I decide to take things up a notch. 'Cherry Pie' by
Warrant
is playing over the stereo. There is an empty table in the middle of the room. Using a chair to step onto the table, I decide to put on a little show, see if that gets Lucky's attention. I am not on the table doing a swirl of my hips for barely a minute before Lucky is pulling me off it. His brother's protest and Lucky takes me into the hall and pulls me into a musky dark room.

"You shouldn't be here Baby, what are you doing here. I told you never to come here."

"Why, afraid I'd see what I just now saw that you are a lying piece of shit and Trouble is a motherfucking traitor. You told me women only come here looking to die or to fuck, so which is going to be? Are you going to fuck me or are you going to kill me?" I press my nails into his face and squeeze his mouth hard. I am so hurt, so motherfucking angry, I can feel the Grim in me about to takeover and when my temper comes out there is no stopping me. I will act out; I will fuck someone up if they stand in my way. "Why the big story that you were a cop, why lie to me, can't you grow a pair of fucking balls and face me like a man."

"Goddamnit Baby," he caps his hand over my mouth. "Don't be saying shit like that, if anyone hears you'll fuck everything up. What's the matter with you?"

"I'm tired of playing games, sick of being used. So Rush has a plan for me does he, where is he? I'd like to have a word with him." The door to the makeshift bathroom we are in swings open, the dim light from the hall illuminating a tall figure.

"I'm right here Baby, I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to drag you here myself, seems Lucky wasn't very good at getting into your pants and claiming you. Looks like I need to take things into my own hands. Welcome home baby girl." Rush pushes me up against the wall and pats me down. Lucky starts to intervene when Trouble steps into the room and punches Lucky in the jaw knocking him out cold on the tile floor.

"Fuck you, Reject." I stomp on the toe of Rush's boot with the heel of mine and elbow him in the nose, doing little to no damage. Rush is a tough son of a bitch. What in the hell was I thinking coming here?

"Kill him," Rush says to Trouble, talking about Lucky. "He is no longer of use to us." I plead to Trouble with my eyes to help me and he laughs in my face as he starts dragging Lucky down the hallway.

"Please don't hurt him; I'll do whatever you want. I'll do anything name it."  I know Lucky is a prick, but I don't want him to die.

"Baby, you will do whatever I ask of you." Rush grabs a hold my wrists and zip ties them behind my back.

"What makes you so sure of that?"

"Because I am your father." He says the word father like it is the most natural thing in the world. I don't believe him. Grim is my father not him. Rush takes me into his office and ties me to a chair with bungee chords. There is a loud pop of a gunshot and my heart sinks, Trouble has killed my only hope of making it out of here. Why is Trouble doing this, he was supposed to be my best friend and he was supposed to be helping Lucky.

"You see Baby, your mother, my precious Gypsy Red she was nothing but a whore trying to climb her way to the top, she used whatever man would get her there, I was the first, Benji was the second and Grim was the third. But you are the greatest thing she ever gave me. You will do what your mother wasn't able to do. You will kill Grim; it's in your blood. Haven't you ever wondered why you hate the man who raised you so much? It's because he isn't your father and despite what you might say you don't have any loyalty to him. He is the reason your mother is dead after all. The reason you grew up without any real parents to love you."

Trouble comes into the room and Rush orders him to have his way with me. "Go ahead, claim what's been promised to you. I'd be careful though if she is anything like her mother, she fights back. Don't get any ideas. I'll be out in the hall. If she screams gag her."

"You sick bastard, I will never be any man's whore...ever!" I scream as he walks into the hall laughing with a smug look on his face.

Trouble comes over to me with knowing grin on his face. "How could you Trouble, I thought you were my friend."

"Shut up bitch, what shocked that I grew tired of being your puppet," he smacks me across the mouth drawing blood from my lips. 

"Why are you doing this?" My lip is swelling and my head hurts. I don't understand what Trouble is getting from doing this.

"I was patient with you Baby, I kept waiting for you to see me, but you kept throwing yourself at anyone but me. Why was I not good enough for you?" He towers over me; his eyes have grown dark with anger. This isn't the guy who held my hair when I puked on New Years or who wiped my tears when things didn't go my way. This guy is a complete stranger. "You're just a dirty biker whore." He spits on me, actually fucking spits on me. If I could get out of this chair, I would rip his filthy tongue off. 

He bends down to my ear and whispers, "I'm sorry Baby, it has to be real. I'd never hurt you, but he has to believe me."  Trouble takes out a syringe and jabs it in my arm, at some point I lose consciousness.

Rebel

**
Chicago One month earlier**

"Fuck, my legs hurt." I kick back on the couch in the apartment Kilmore set me and Striker up with over the old warehouse he wants me to build the still inside of, I think this used to be an old carpet outlet or some shit.

"Quit being such a pussy." Striker smacks me on the back of the head as he walks by me. He has been on the phone with Aspen since we got here. She has chewed his ass out for a good twenty minutes, because he blew her off last night, I laugh thinking if she only knew.

"Ask her if she needs to smell your dick while she's at it."  Striker flips me off and Trouble is eyeing me wanting to know what it is that I am privy to.

"So what was the deal with Baby this morning?" Trouble tries to pry.

Running my fingers through my hair trying to get the knots out from the wind, and kicking my feet up on the table, I laugh and say, "figured you'd know more than me, aren't you and Baby like this," I cross two of my fingers being a smartass. "Haven't you hit that yet son?" I ask knowing good and well that he hasn't come close and I want to see what kind of reaction I can get out of Striker.

"Whose ass hasn't he hit yet?"  Striker flops down beside of me on the couch with a beer in his hand.

"Baby's fine little ass, that's who."  I see the tips of his ears turning red. that's how I can tell when my brother is pissed, his ears get beet red.

"Don't talk about her like that motherfucker." Striker punches me in the rib.

"Easy asshole, I was just giving my man Trouble here a rough time. Though I bet he'd like to rub up against Baby, show her a real man, ain't that right Trouble, I see how you look at her, you follow her around like a lost little puppy."

Trouble doesn't answer but I can tell by the look on his face that is exactly what he'd like—to fuck Baby. "I told you don't talk about her like that." Striker gives me a pointed look cocking his brow at me wanting to know what I am getting at.

I send Trouble over to the Disciple's clubhouse to check in with Kilmore and see when he wants us to get started. Once he is gone I corner Striker. "Have a good time last night?"

"What the fuck is your problem today?" He shoves me, just a little brotherly affection.

"I want to hear you say it?" I flip the ashes of my cigarette and wait.

"What?" He looks at me with an innocent look, knowing good and well that I know who he did.

"You fucked Baby, admit it."

"Fuck you, you don't know shit."  He removes his glasses laying them on the counter. Little brother wants to fight.

"You like her don't you little brother?" I spit the accusation at him.

"Worry about your own shit, afraid she won't be pinning after you if I show her what a real man is all about." Damn, I was just messing with him but now he is getting serious with it.

"Oh like you fucked her and ran out on her, then paraded your fucking girlfriend whom you won't claim in front of her, making her watch what you won't give her. Is that the real man shit you are referring to?"

"I said don't fucking talk about her," he shoves me into the wall.

"Truth hurts don't it," I shove him into the opposite wall.

"So what, you can fuck her but no one else can, is that it Rebel?" Striker lunges for me but I grab him around the waist and send him back into the wall.

"I never fucked her, she's been hurt a lot, and you shouldn't fuck around with her unless you plan on claiming her ass."  I punch him in the side and he lands an uppercut to my ribs.

The ringing of my phone interrupts our conversation with Romeo on the line. "Yeah, we just got in a few hours ago, I'm about to get some shut eye, I'll keep you posted."

Baby

**Present day
-Devils Rejects hideout**

When I come to, my head is foggy, but I can tell I am still wearing my clothes and I am still in this fucking chair, but what did he inject me with? I hear lots of shouting and gunshots and I am afraid of what is on the other side of the door when the handle begins to turn.

"Romeo," I cry out in shock and relief. What in the hell is he doing here? He tells me that there isn't much time explain, but he needs me to tell the police when they arrive that the Devils Rejects kidnapped me and that I don't know anything else, no matter who asks, that is the story I am to give. Romeo promises me that I am going to be okay, but he has to leave before the cops come and he will come by the hospital when he can to explain everything.

I can vaguely here sirens in the distance as Romeo leaves me tied to this fucking chair. Moments later, I can hear the police swarming the building. "In here captain," an officer shouts as he kicks the door open to the room I am in.

"You alright miss," I nod that I am. And the jackass has the nerve to tell me to sit tight, like where in the fuck am I going to go to tied to a fucking chair. I am trying to work out in my head how Romeo ended up here and what in the hell happened while I was knocked out. I am coming up blank.