Significance, Satan's Attitude MC (2 page)

V
iolet Rose sat in front of her dressing table, brushing her long, pale blonde hair. She watched her ol’ man Rebel in the mirror as he talked on the phone. He looked good, tangled in the sheets of the bed. He paid her no mind, knowing she was listening to him. Spraying perfume on her wrists, she turned as he hung the telephone up.

“Come here, Vi. You know I love you. Stop frowning at me, you’ll get wrinkles.” Rebel knew she was mad as hell at him. He also knew damn well Violet would stop frowning; God forbid she didn’t look perfect.

“I hate you, Reb. I don’t know why I even stay with you.” She watched him. Her beautiful eye color was fitting to her name. “Screwing around for three weeks? You tell me you didn’t fuck any of those cunts you hung out with?”

Rebel yawned. “Believe what you want. I told you I didn’t. You know I love you, baby.”

“And I love to hate you. Maybe I did some partying of my own while you were away.” Violet tossed her hair and got up to leave the room.

Rebel got up and caught her hair, pulling her down onto the bed. He turned her over so fast, she gasped. Just as suddenly, his hand smacked her ass. He ripped at her hip-huggers and pulled them down along with her lacy white panties. Violet struggled to get away, but her luck had run out. Rebel’s hand cracked down on her cheeks, raining down smack after smack. Violet’s lips quivered and huge tears ran down her face.

“Stop it, Rebel! You’re hurting me, you cheating prick,” she hissed.

“Violet Rose, exactly what did you do and how much of my money did you spend?” Rebels fingers began to stroke the reddened area. “I’ll find out. You know I always do. What mischief were you up to?”

“I bought a purple dress for Deidra’s wedding. I needed shoes and I sat here and waited for you to get your ass home. I also might have bought Shanna some clothes,” she retorted defiantly.

Rebel pushed her away from him so he could look into her eyes. “I told you, Whiskey isn’t giving his daughter up. Stop bugging me about it. You did a shitty job with our daughters.” He ran his hand through his grey-streaked brown hair. “Have you talked to either of them?”

She rolled over and yanked her panties and jeans back up. “You sure know how to kill the mood. No, I have not. Lacy-Jane said Dusty is in the wedding, though.”

Rebel watched her wiggling and didn’t care he had ruined the mood. He had enough sex in the past three weeks that it would have been a pain in his ass to have to do his ol’ lady.

“Vi, we need to tell Angie and Dusty the truth. We can do it together or I’ll do it alone.”

“You really want them to hate both of us? How do I explain that I told them you were dead?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

His face grew hard and his eyes turned cold. “The same way you explained to me how you gave them to men when they were teenagers. My brother was many things but no way did he toss my daughters out of his house.”

“I told you they wanted to go. Angie was in love with Hyway. For Christ’s sake, Rebel, I was a teenager when I met you and ran off.” She watched him carefully. The mention of Angie and Dusty could make him violent and she was ready to run if his mood turned.

“Yeah, Angie landed fine, but Dusty? I’ll never forgive you for what you did to her. Get the fuck outta my sight, Vi, and forget about Shanna.” He reached down, grabbed a boot, and tossed it at her ass as she left the bedroom.

She turned back to look at him as she rubbed her ass. “Fuck you, Rebel. At least take a damn shower before you touch me. I’m pissed at you.” She shot him a poisonous look and slammed the bedroom door behind her.

* * *

R
ebel showered, toweled off, and got dressed. In his usual attire of black jeans, black tee shirt, and black boots with his prized colors on his back, he was ready to start his day. First on his agenda was meeting with Whiskey and Zero. He lit a cigarette, thinking about the future plans he had for New Jersey. His chapter in Southern Jersey was bigger now and he wanted more territory. Deidra marrying a SAA in Nefarious MC was a bonus, but he would have preferred her marrying Darko, the president. However Dusty was living with him, and his daughter might settle her ass down finally. Hammer and Darko were smart; they wouldn’t give him any shit. But Bound for Hell MC would not like him moving into what they considered their area.

He ground his butt into the ashtray and walked downstairs where Violet would have food waiting for him. One thing about his ol’ lady: she knew how to conduct herself even if she was mad as hell at him. As he came down the stairs, he smelled coffee and bacon. Whiskey and Zero were chatting with her in the kitchen and she was acting as sweet as honey to his brothers.

A mug of coffee, light and sweet, was waiting for him on the counter. Whiskey sat at the table looking remarkably better than when he had seen him last. Zero, as usual, never looked tired, and he envied the man his stamina for partying and recovering so easily.

Violet put plates of scrambled eggs, bacon, and biscuits on the table. Rebel nodded to her and she glared as she left the room. He sipped the coffee thankfully before loading up his plate.

“You two heading out early, huh,” he muttered, his mouth full of food.

Whiskey buttered a biscuit. “Yeah, we’ll stop at Gringo’s place on the way up. I figured we’d hit Darko’s bar and see him. I wanna see how things are with the son-in-law-to-be and get settled in. You’re coming up Friday?”

Rebel nodded and continued eating. He wiped his mouth and looked at his boys. “Yeah, I like that idea. If Bound for Hell has any weaknesses, I wanna know about ‘em, so find them out. You taking anyone else up with you?”

Zero smiled broadly. “You worried about us, boss? We’ll take Billy, Sinister, and Voodoo. They’re all invited to the wedding. Whiskey and I are driving by ourselves. Gonna stop in and see Gringo and his boys first. The others will meet us there.” He looked at the clock. “Whiskey, you about ready to leave?”

Whiskey finished his coffee. “I hope Deidra appreciates me dressing in a monkey suit for her. I gotta get fitted for that tux. Not looking forward to any of this shit.” He stood up and pushed his chair in, then dropped his plate in the sink.

Rebel looked at him and thought of something. “Whisk, look for that woman of significance. Maybe find yourself a Jersey girl. Tough chicks. Look at Violet.”

He laughed at the look of horror on his vice president’s face.

“No thanks. One Violet is enough. I ain’t going to find a new ol’ lady. I’m going to a wedding. Rebel, I told my niece that she and Shanna could move to Jersey. I don’t need no shit from Vi about it. My mind is made up.” His voice was hard and Rebel cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Bro, it was never my idea to raise your kid, that was all my ol’ lady’s idea and it’s a good idea to get her out of Violet’s sight.” He stood up and hugged both men. “Be up there Friday morning. Call if anything comes up that I need to know about.”

Zero and Whiskey left wondering how long it would be before Violet and Rebel had another fight. Both figured she’d been eavesdropping. Rebel would be getting an earful about how she should raise Shanna.

“I don’t know how they stay together,” muttered Zero. “I couldn’t handle a woman like Violet. I think she is the reason I don’t want an ol’ lady.” He had no trouble getting women. His hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair had the ladies flocking to him.

Whiskey grinned. “They’ve got a long history. Violet loves her Rebel passionately. I think they fight, so the makeup-fucking is hotter. She looks damn good for being a grandmother, too. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for him. As long as she never sees him cheat on her, they’re good.”

Zero opened the driver’s door as the sound of a full-blown fight came from the house. He shook his head and got into the car as Whiskey laughed at his expression.

* * *

O
nce on the highway, Whiskey was idly looking out of the window trying to drown out Zero’s chattering. He wished Deidra was getting married in the spring or summer so he could have ridden up to New Jersey on his bike.

Zero wondered what his vice president was thinking and decided to snap him out of it. “Whiskey, you think Penny is at Gringo’s? I owe her for that fucking stunt of giving me the shits.”

Whiskey burst out laughing. “Hell no. Violet hid her good. She wouldn’t chance her pet being caught by you. I’m glad I wasn’t in Maryland for that. What could you do to Penny anyway?”

“Give her laxative right back. She damn near killed us. Ain’t funny, bro. I don’t care what Violet would say; Penny needs punishment for doing that to us.”

“You want to stay on Violet’s good side, you leave Rebel to handle it. I heard Rebel say it was funny as hell to see you all clutching your stomachs. Doubt he plans to do anything about it. So leave it alone.”

Whiskey yawned. He hated to be cooped up in the car, listening to nonsense.

Zero wasn’t giving up. “I’d smack her ass. Rebel couldn’t find fault with that. She needs an ol’ man to keep her in line. It wasn’t right, Whisk. She got most of the club sick. I think Violet was in on it, since Rebel and her didn’t eat or drink anything.”

Whiskey turned to look at him. “Dangerous talk, Zero. You can think it, but for Christ’s sake, don’t give your opinion on what you don’t know for sure. Rebel won’t take kindly to that. I’m lucky I can say a word against Violet, but I’ve known Rebel a hell of a lot longer than you have. Ever see what he’s done to anyone who’s said shit about Vi? It ain’t pretty. You ought to know better. How long you been in the club?”

Zero frowned. “I’ve seen it. I don’t understand that relationship. He’s crazy over her. I patched in a few years after you and you know that.”

“So then you know better, don’t you? Rebel loves Violet in his own twisted way and you’d be wise to never forget that. They’ve been through a lot and their relationship works for them, so keep your trap shut.”

Zero turned into the exit lane that would take them to Gringo’s. “I still find it hard to believe Shannon was friends with Violet, though. You doing okay, bro? You don’t say much about Margo or the baby.”

Whiskey didn’t want this conversation, but figured he’d never shut Zero up. “Shannon saw good in everyone. She put up with Violet for me. Maybe she saw good in her, but she never said. Shannon was one of a kind and Margo was a big mistake. I married her because she was carrying my kid.” He opened the window to let the stale air out. “I fucked up and I paid the price. I’d be lying if I said I missed her. I ended up hating the bitch over Deidra. I don’t know what I was thinking, letting Violet talk me into letting her go to New Jersey.”

Zero saw the pain in Whiskey’s face. “Yeah but look how well it turned out. Dee’s marrying into a wealthy family. You like Mad Jack. It’s bringing the two clubs together and Dee never would have found a husband in our club like him. I knew as soon as I met him, he’d be perfect for Deidra.”

Whiskey was glad when he saw that they were close to the go-go bar Gringo owned. “Is that so? I broke every damn promise I made to Shannon. I’ve got no excuses for that. I let Margo abuse my daughter because I was so busy partying and trying not to be angry at Shannon for dying. I lost a part of myself when she died, Zero. We’ll never know what Deidra could have done if I had let her go to college.”

They pulled into the parking lot and it was filled with cars. Zero found a parking space and shut off the engine. He had some parting advice for Whiskey. “Shannon came into your life and you were damn lucky you had her at all. There are very few women like her. Stop living in the past, brother. You’re young enough to find another woman. I ain’t gonna say she will be Shannon, but you promised her you’d love again. So you didn’t break that promise. You never loved Margo, so you still have one promise to keep.”

Whiskey had opened the door and was ready to get out of the car. He stopped and looked at Zero. “Thanks, I forgot about that. I doubt I can love like that again, though. We sound like a bunch of mushy chicks. I appreciate it, Zero. Life has been pretty sucky lately.”

“Well, VP, let’s go see what Gringo has to offer in the way of hospitality. We’ve got a few hours until the others meet up with us. I plan to take advantage of that.” He slammed the door, grinned at Whiskey, and headed for the bar.

Whiskey took his time and looked around. Gringo had a good thing going here, it seemed. He’d have to talk to him about the profit margins of owning a go-go bar. It had been one of the things he’d wanted to buy until his first wife had gotten sick. Two life insurance policies had left him well-off, in addition to what money he’d saved and would make. He’d take this time to watch and learn. He sure as hell wasn’t interested in a woman. Zero could fuck them all, he didn’t care anymore, he was tired of that whole scene.