Baby (Black Rebel Riders' MC) (3 page)

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Pulling into a rundown deserted gas station, I feel slightly afraid. What if it is an enemy of my father's waiting to ambush me? I should have brought Trouble with me, but no, I had to follow directions.  Reaching under the seat, I find Trouble's insurance—a 9-millimeter pistol. Carefully I tuck it in my small handbag before stepping out of the car.  There is a dim light on inside the crumbling building. Here goes nothing...I walk to the door and it pushes open with a slight creak to it.

"Damn if you ain't pretty, look here boys we got us a fresh one." A fat older man with a gray beard is sitting on a stool playing one of those old-fashioned penny poker machines.

"Can it Roy," a younger sounding guy, wearing a red bandanna hiding most of his face except for his dark blue eyes greets me with a wink.  With a deep voice, "You must be lost sweetheart, you are too damn pretty to be here looking for any of us. Did you make a wrong turn somewhere? You see, we aren't the sort of men you come looking for unless you want to die or fuck, which one do you fall under?" He laughs mocking me with his piercing blue eyes. As rude and crude as he is, I find myself wanting to run my fingers through his shaggy brown hair.  If he could see the tats I am concealing under my hoodie, he would wipe that smug smile off of his ruggedly charming mouth.  He would clearly see that while I might like to fuck, if he touches me the Black Rebel Riders' MC would slit his throat.  I have the club names initials tattooed on my collarbone in Chinese letters it reads BRRMC.

He steps closer to me practically pinning me against the door I just walked through. My hand is resting on the gun in my purse, I will shoot this asshole if need be. If there is one thing Grim ever taught me it was how to shoot, he made damn sure his daughter knew how to defend herself. I smile sweetly making sure to show no fear of this arrogant bastard and his friends. Looking closely at his many tattoos I see now why I am here, these dick licks are Devils Rejects. He has their devil emblem on his neck; there is no mistaking him for anything other than a Devils Reject.

He pulls his bandanna down around his neck. "You got a man sweet thang," he licks my bottom lip, making liquid fire shoot through my belly and between my thighs. Sweet Jesus this man is doing things to my body. I take the opportunity to take my stance in case I have to shoot him.

"Sure do, I have a man takes real good care of all of my needs, but tell ya what...if I ever feel the need to stray, I won't be calling you." The twinkle fades from his devilishly beautiful eyes. They are like blue pools of water sucking me in threatening to bring me under the surface and drown me under their gaze.

"You got a mouth on ya. You know what I do to bitches that got a mouth on them..." His hands slide between us and he tugs on the zipper of his jeans. "I give them a mouthful." With his gesture I turn rigid, my jaw goes slack.

I probably should keep my mouth shut, but I cannot control my wicked tongue. "That little thing, honey I've seen rats with bigger dicks than you." Forcefully he takes my chin in his hands. His rough calloused skin sending shivers down my spine. Just as I am about to shoot the motherfucker we are interrupted by the reason I was brought to this shithole.

"Lucky, you have about three seconds to get the fuck away from my guest before I end you."  Lucky goes pale backing away from me with his hands up in surrender. The old man I believe his name was Roy is laughing so hard he about gets choked on his own spit.

I step forward greeting a man who shares my sister's smile, it is odd and comforting all in one. I am not sure what to make of him. "Follow me," I obey following him past where there used to be cooler of soda and water. The light is dim, making a buzzing sound. The smell in this building is musky, damp, making my stomach turn. We come to a stop at a small room, "have a seat." 

Looking at the dingy chair, I am almost afraid to take a seat. "I prefer to stand."

"Have it your way." This stranger, who doesn't feel like a stranger at all, has a seat behind an old metal desk. Suppose you are trying to figure out who in the hell I am and why I brought you here." I nod urging him to get on with it. The longer I am here the more uneasy I grow. "Name is Rush; I was a good friend of your mother's. Been dying to meet you since I found out you were alive. You look just like Kara Marie. I moved away while she was pregnant with you. I've only been back about a month. Lived out California all these years, never even knew your mother was dead until about eight years ago, figured you were dead too when I heard the news. Fuck, you sure are your mother's daughter. You can take your finger off the trigger, I would never hurt you, and you're family."

I don't know what makes me feel like I can trust him. Maybe it is his eyes being so soft and sincere, or maybe because he can tell me things about my mother that no one else can.  Removing my hand from my purse, I relax slightly and take a seat.

"So is it true, my mom she was an old lady to Benji. She betrayed him and my dad?"

"Sorry kid, yeah, she did a lot of things she wasn't proud of but she did them for your sister." Of course, precious Rumor, I should have known.

"So why did you call on me and not my sister?" I know he didn't ask me here for a family reunion.

"I need your help. I have been closely watching you and your sister for a few weeks. I knew you were approachable and resourceful. Your old man is Prez and I know you know things. Now don't go popping off on me, I just need to know how things stand."

"If you wish to know club business I suggest you arrange a meeting with Grim or Romeo. All I see is my father is President and a mean ass son of a bitch and if you are smart you won't solicit me out here again."  I am no ones Patsy. Rising from my seat, he smiles sadly and stands to escort me to the door.

"I hope you won't mention this meeting to anyone Baby. No one knows I am here I would like to keep it that way for now." He grabs my elbow and holds me prisoner in an intense stare I feel as though he is staring straight into my soul and seeing every dirty secret I hold in my heart.

I smile and nod, I'll keep quiet, for now. Sliding back into the leather seat of Troubles' car I let out the breath I have been holding. Taking the gun from my purse, I tuck it back under my seat where I found it. There is a note with Lucky's number attached to it on the passenger seat. I wad it up and put it in my purse. The Rejects are not supposed to be in this area I know it means danger and that I should tell Grim, but I feel conflicted about it all. He'll tan my hide for coming to a meeting alone with the Rejects.  I am not supposed to be involved in any club business, one I am a girl and two I am just a kid in his eyes. I can handle myself, Rebel and Striker fought with me enough that I know how to fight if I have to. I am not as delicate as everyone seems to think I am.

Rumor

I don't know why I let Baby get under my skin; I know she doesn't really mean all of those nasty things she says, even though her nasty words are breaking off what pieces of me are left. I am afraid that one day I may disappear all together and the only person who would dare to even care is a man that stands for everything I hate and respect all in one. Rebel Black was born to be a leader, to one-day takeover The Black Rebel Riders' MC,
hell he even carries the name of the club.

I know Baby loves Rebel, I know that everything she says and does is because she wants nothing more than to be with him.  I know she loves him, but he professes he loves me more.

Rebel is so intense, the feelings he says he has for me shock me sometimes.  Partly because I am afraid, he really means all of the things he says, and partly because I am frightened to believe him, only to find he is a liar like all men and only out for one thing. I love my sister, I really do, and I don't want to stand in the way of her happiness when, it lies with a man I shouldn't want. However, another part of me is selfish—I crave his friendship, his affections, and his attention.

As hard as I try I can't seem to stay away from him, let alone stop thinking about him and the brief kiss we once shared. The taste of him against my lips haunts me all the way down to my toes. I k
now that loving Rebel Black will bring me nothing but heartache...

Rebel

“Shit! Baby
, you know better than to sneak up on me like that.” She stands a mere inch from my switchblade.  Baby presses the tip of the blade with her finger and pushes it to the side as a small amount of blood trickles from her finger.

“Sorry, Striker sent me. Are you sure you don’t want him to ride with you to the meeting.”
Baby presses her finger to my mouth, "Kiss it."
For a moment, my mind flashes to Baby asking me to kiss her, and I almost fuck her. I'm not the one who puts a stop to it either it's her. I don't know if it's a dream or if it really happened.
I shake my head, Baby's finger pressing against my lips bringing me back to the present.

“I said I’d go it alone.” She knows good and well Striker didn’t send her. Baby has been trying to earn a place by my side since she was fourteen.  What Baby doesn’t realize is she will never be my top bitch. One day one of my brothers might stake a claim on her but not me. I don’t want the club
's whore on my arm. Sure, I’ve fucked around with her —we all have. And hell, her daddy would skin us all alive if he knew. Don't get my words twisted, I love Baby, I'd fucking die for her, I just don't want to be with her the way she wants to be with me. There is only one woman, I would command—Rumor. I fucked things up with her though, and she will never receive me.  She wants to disappear from Drag Creek and leave everyone in it behind.

Damn, I sure miss my old man, he has been gone nearly
six months and every day that passes, I seem to grieve for him even more. He was like a father to many of the guys I ride with. If he were here, he would tell me to make a good woman out of Rumor—he would tell me to follow my heart.

My mom is always pushing Baby and me together. I know she wants me to be with her to claim her as my old lady. She has been determined to have Baby as her daughter one way or another. But I don't want to be my parents. Sure Slim and Foxie loved each other, but out of obligation not because they could not breathe without the other. I don't yearn for that type of love. When I think about Rumor, I know I'd ride a million miles just to watch her sleep. She makes this sweet peaceful face when she isn't having nightmares, it makes my cock twitch. I love knowing that I am the one that puts that look there, when she allows me in.

Striker pokes his head in the door of my room and takes Baby off my hands. I chuckle when he pinches her ass while biting on his lip ring as he says, “this dick ain’t gonna' suck itself.” The expression on her face is priceless; she looks scared that he could be thinking about it. You never know how to interpret Striker; you never know when he is dicking around or when he is being serious.

“Get the fuck outta
' here you two, I can’t be late.” I wish Striker would claim Baby; it would make life for all of us a hell of a lot simpler. However, that shit isn't going to happen. Striker says Baby is too young and wild. But I know he views her in a way I never have been able to. He doesn't realize it yet but he cares for Baby a lot more than he recognizes. I see the way he glimpses at her when he thinks no one is paying attention, and the way he reacts when she pays me mind. He usually interrupts or does something to separate us. He puts on as if he is helping me out, but I think a part of him wishes she would look at him the way she gazes at me. Then there is Aspen—she has been my brother's girl for over a year, he still hasn't claimed her ass. I think it's because he is waiting for Baby to be of age, he just doesn't know it yet.

I down what is left of my b
eer and snatch my smokes off the table. I thrust my arms through the sleeves of my leather jacket and light up a smoke as I head downstairs. After my old man passed on, I moved into his room at the clubhouse. Striker took over the garage and he now lives overtop of it. Romeo wants me to eventually takeover the still for him. I get the feeling he wants to pass his VP patch to me one day, which is heavy shit that I am not ready to tackle. I don't want to stand beside of Grim—motherfucker killed my father. But what am I to do, this is my life and the legacy my father wanted to leave my brother and I. Finishing my cigarette before I climb on my hog, tying my wavy blonde hair back so that it is not whipping my face later down the road I get ready to head out on the road.

The Devils Rejects scattered as soon as word got out that Grim put Hook and Slim in the ground and those that have remained have been getting splattered like road kill. Grim is off on a honeymoon with Sunshine and Romeo is on a trip to
Chicago tying up our loose ends there. This leads me to the meeting I have been summoned to with Lucky one of the last Rejects left standing. He says he wants to come to an understanding,
we will see about that
.

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"I was beginning to think you were going to be a no show." Lucky greets me outside of The Razor's Edge, a dive pool hall located on neutral territory.

"Got held up, let's cut the pleasantries and get on with it. What is it you want to discuss?" I follow him inside and we accept a table in the back away from all of the noise.

A sweet little thang comes over and brings us both a beer. Cracking a couple of nuts open I wait for this cocksucker to tell me what it is he requests.