Significance, Satan's Attitude MC (5 page)

“You say shit to piss me the fuck off, just so I’ll come home and fuck ya, don’t you Vi? You think you’ve got me all figured out?”

Rebel growled at her as he fucked her mouth. He grabbed her head and held it still, his cock down her throat, choking her. Finally, he pulled out and she got up and faced the bed. Rebel pushed her down so her ass was in the air. Violet waited for him to enter her, her shaved pussy wet and ready.

Rebel had other ideas though. He reached down and quietly pulled his belt out of the loops. He rubbed his fingers softly across her wet cunt and smiled as she moaned. Violet Rose had pushed him too far this morning and she was about to find that out. She was moaning and grinding herself into the bed as the first strike of his belt hit her ass.

“Rebel! Oh my God, what the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy?”

The belt hit her again, and again, and Violet was crying tears of pain before he stopped. The sight of her pink ass made his cock harder and he moved so he could fuck her. “Get your ass up so I can fuck you the way you like it, Vi: hard and deep.”

He entered her in one thrust and she was back to moaning. Her hand went to her clit and she rubbed it as he pounded his cock in and out of her. As she was going to come, he pushed in deeper and held her hips still as he rammed into her as hard and far as he could.

“Reb, that’s it, I’m going to cum so hard on your cock, baby. Don’t move.” Violet was a selfish bitch and she didn’t care about what he wanted. He pulled out and she gasped in frustration.

“Nah, you ain’t cumming yet. Get your mouth on my cock, Vi. You need lunch. If you do a good job, I’ll get ya off.”

Rebel held his cock in his hand and waited for her to turn around and suck him off. She crawled to the edge of the bed and laid on her back, her head almost hanging off the bed. Rebel smiled down at her as he pushed two fingers into her mouth, opening it wider for his cock. She held her mouth wide open as he wanted, then waited for him to fuck her mouth.

Her eyes looked into his. His cock pumped furiously down her throat and she took all of it. It took only a few minutes before she felt the first squirt of his cum hit her. She swallowed as fast as she could, trying to get all of it. He pulled out and she kept her mouth shut.

“Swallow it all, Violet, or you’re not getting off.”

Rebel watched her swallow and she stuck her tongue out to prove she had swallowed all of him. Laughing, he pulled up his jeans and sat on the bed.

Violet inched her way over to him. “Reb, get me off,” she begged. “Please, Reb.
Please
.”

He reached over and pulled on her nipple hard, just the way she liked it. Soon, both hands were tugging at her nipples and he warned her not to come. She gave him a dirty look, but continued to rub her clit.

“You all nice and wet for me, baby? ‘Cause I’m ready to get you off the way you like it, even if you piss me off.”

Violet moaned and spread her legs open, her juices glistening and running down her legs. Rebel thrust two fingers into her and she started moving against them. “Reb, fist-fuck me. I want to feel your hand inside of me.”

Rebel pulled his fingers out of her and twisted them in toward the palm of his hand. He slid them into her as she moaned loudly. Once inside of her, he made a fist and let her grind herself on his hand. He moved it carefully inside her. Violet made her own pace and fucked his fist wildly. He reached over and pinched her clit as he felt her begin to squirt. His wife was one twisted bitch when it came to sex.

He carefully removed his hand and looked at her. “Violet, one day you’re going to push me too damn hard and my fist will be up your ass. I promise you, that won’t turn your kink on either.” He got up and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

She was still lying on the bed, eyes closed, her pink lips parted a bit and her light blonde hair spread out around her when he returned. Violet was such a beautiful woman and he felt himself getting hard again.

Her eyes opened and she looked up at him. He was putting his belt back on his jeans. “Rebel, why don’t you get undressed and spend the day with me?”

Her voice was so sweet and sexy that he almost did, but he dropped a kiss on her head instead.

“Got shit to do, but you get yourself off again, baby. Maybe later when I get home tonight.” He left the room knowing she was glaring at him and he smiled.

* * *

W
hiskey looked at the beautiful woman sitting across from him. He needed answers to some questions and hoped it wouldn’t ruin the mood they had going on.

“Elena, are you and Thrash seeing each other? I’m not going to cause trouble taking you to lunch, I hope?”

Elena sighed and sipped her drink while looking at Whiskey’s face.

“I don’t understand why everyone is pushing him my way. I’m not interested in him like that. He’s a friend,
just
a friend, and I’m not looking for an ol’ man. And not one in Bound for Hell either,” she replied.

“I can see that you’re not the kind of woman who needs a bossy man. You’re independent and strong. I like that. I bet you’ve fought hard to get what you’ve gotten in life.”

“I’ve done this dance before, Whiskey. What is it you want from me?” Elena never took her eyes from his face.

“Just a chance to get to know you better, darling’, and a date for my daughter’s wedding. I don’t need anything else from you, Elena, just your company. Is there anything wrong with me wanting to get to know you?” His amber eyes looked into hers.

Elena felt her body heat up at his words. “As long as you’re straight up and honest with me. I don’t like liars or men who are bossy. I’ve done that and it didn’t work out well. I like who I’ve become.”

Whiskey’s eyes seemed to glow as he replied, “I like you just fine darling, just the way you are, and I want to know you even better.”

The way he smiled at her made Elena feel butterflies in her stomach. “I like you, too. Probably too much for barely knowing you. I feel like we’ve known each other a long time.”

Their lunch arrived and they shared bites from each other’s plates as music played softly in the background.

V
iolet parked her car in front of the bar and looked for Rebel’s motorcycle. It wasn’t where it should be and she frowned. He hadn’t come home for dinner and her ass hurt from earlier. Where the hell was he? She saw Cathy coming out of the club with her daughter and she was carrying a baby. She opened her door and got out of her car so she could talk to Cat. She strolled over to her and wondered whose baby she had.

“Hey, Cat. Whose baby is that?”

“I had to babysit for a friend. Rebel’s not in the club or the bar, Violet,” Cathy replied.

“I know. He said he had to do something. I left my favorite sweater here and I want to take it with us. I’ll see you when we get back.”

Violet walked into the bar first and looked around at the girls that hung around the bikers. She knew them all and she went to see who was in the club. She noticed Monica was missing. She grabbed her sweater from behind the bar and got back into her car.

Monica spent most nights at the bar hanging around the bikers. The hair on the back of Violet’s neck rose and she headed toward the trailer where that slut lived. As she drove past, sure enough, she saw Rebel’s bike was parked in front of the trailer. She turned around and pulled her car off the road. This was farm country, and there were plenty of places she could hide the car and watch Rebel. Sitting in the car, she began to think of what she could do next. She opened her purse and grabbed a compact she had. It held a secret compartment where she kept some speed. She snorted it up and felt the buzz tingle in her head. Fuck Rebel; she was going to kick the door open and beat the shit outta Monica. The October night air was a bit nippy, so she felt in her pockets for her leather gloves. They fit skin tight on her hands and she was instantly grateful for the warmth.

Quietly, she edged toward the trailer. She could hear them talking. “I gotta get a pack of smokes, Monica. Why don’t you shower up while I run to the store?” Rebel suggested. “That way, you’ll be ready for round two when I get back.”

Monica replied, “Leave the door unlocked. I’ll head into the shower now. Don’t leave me too long, Reb. I’m not gonna see you for days.”

Violet hurried behind the trailer and she was plotting. She saw the two propane tanks and knew exactly what she was going to do. She waited until she heard Rebel’s bike start and hit the paved road and the water turn on. She crept quietly to the door and found it was, indeed, unlocked.

She let herself inside. There was a candle burning on the counter and Monica was singing in the shower. She walked over to the stove and turned the knobs on the range to high. She turned the oven on, too. The candle was sitting on a counter by the door and near a window. She opened the door and pushed the candle against the lace curtain. She closed the door and ran like hell for her car, then looked back to find the curtain on fire. She got into her car and pulled out onto the road as she heard the boom and saw the flames light up the sky. She pulled off her gloves and turned on the heat.

She didn’t feel a bit of remorse either—not even a little. Rebel belonged to her and only her. A lone headlight was coming toward her and she pushed her foot down on the gas pedal. She should hit that cheating bastard Rebel, but she liked living more.

She was at a red light when Rebel caught up to her. She looked out of the window at him. He motioned her to pull over and she ignored him, then kept going to the bar. It was ladies’ night after all, and she wanted to dance. Rebel passed her and she wondered if he had even gone near the trailer. Fire engines raced down the road and she calmly parked her car.

As she got out, Rebel grabbed her by the arm and pushed her toward the back of the parking lot.

“Are you fucking crazy? I know what you did, Vi. I saw you pass me. You stupid fucking cunt. You better not have left any proof you were there. Where the hell were you before you spied on me?”

“I stopped here to get my sweater so I could take it with me, and I noticed Monica wasn’t here. I headed over there to see if she was alright, then saw a fire. I don’t know what you’re even talking about,” Violet lied through her teeth.

“Violet Rose, that is such bullshit. I know the real you. I know how you think. This is our story: you and I were together. I stopped home as you were coming back from the club. We had a sandwich and headed back here. We were together the whole time, got me?”

Rebel pressed harder on her arm. “Damn it, Rebel, you’ll cause a bruise on my arm and I’ll need to buy a new gown. Let go of my arm! I understand you, cheating bastard that you are.”

Violet realized her mistake as soon as the words left her mouth.

“See, I know you too well, Vi. Now let’s go inside and act the happy couple. We’ve got a wedding to look forward to and we won’t be out late. No drinking for you, either.” Rebel loosened his hand, but still held on to her. “You better know your story if anyone comes looking for her.”

“I was here for my sweater and I met you at the house. We had ham and turkey sandwiches and I followed you here.”

Rebel smiled grimly at her. “Behave Violet, or I’ll use the belt on your ass again. You won’t be sitting for a week,” he warned.

“I don’t even know if I can dance after what you did to me,” she bitched.

Rebel’s voice was hard as he told her, “You’ll dance. You act like it is any other Thursday night. If I don’t see you dancing, you’ll be sorry. Did you talk to anyone when you were here?”

“I saw Cat with some baby she was watching and her daughter. She told me you weren’t here and I said I was getting my sweater. I nodded at a few people, got my sweater from behind the bar, and headed home.” Violet was starting to believe her own lies.

“And you made us turkey and ham club sandwiches, right?”

“Of course. I know what your favorite club sandwich is. I’m married to you. We weren’t going to go out, but you got back early and I begged you to take me dancing. You’re so good to me, Rebel.” She looked up at him, her purple blue eyes sparkling.

“You’re not off the hook, Violet, not this time. You’ll behave yourself in Jersey, won’t you?”

“Yes, of course, Rebel. I told Penny to go up to New Jersey. Don’t be mad at me, but I know everyone is so mad at her and I can’t let Penny get hurt.” 

Rebel laughed. “You actually sent Penny up there? Maybe that is a good thing. If you don’t behave though, I’ll tell Zero where she is. He and a few other guys are still mighty pissed off at her. Maybe she ought to stay up there; she could dance or do her tattoos.”

“I was thinking that too, so I told her to leave last night and gave her my stash money. I knew you’d understand. Thank you, Rebel.” Violet tucked her hand into his as they entered the bar together.

Rebel headed over to Goose, who was Cathy’s ol’ man, and took him into his office as Violet took off her coat and got ready to dance.

Goose grabbed up an Easy Riders magazine and sat down. “I thought ya were spending the evening with Monica, boss.”

Rebel looked away and answered slowly. “There was no escaping Violet tonight. I couldn’t even call Monica and tell her to go get Brandon from Cat.”

“Bro, we’ve got that baby more than Monica has him. Not that we mind, but I think Cathy’s getting too attached to him. Monica ain’t exactly mommy material.” He looked hard at Rebel. “You’re playing a dangerous game here; Violet is gonna find out about him.”

Rebel sighed and poured himself a shot of JD. “No shit. That’s why I brought her out to dance tonight. If Monica comes bitching to you tomorrow, tell her I couldn’t get away.” He downed the shot and headed out to the bar where Violet danced, leaving Goose to his magazine.

He watched Violet’s body move to the music, her blonde hair flying wildly about her. His ol’ lady was certainly a beautiful, dangerous sort of woman. He sat down at the bar and got another shot of JD as he continued to enjoy the sight of her. Violet had her faults, but they fit together well. They always had and always would.

Violet came up to him and smiled as she pulled his head down for a kiss. She whispered in his ear, “Am I forgiven yet? Can I have just one drink, Reb?”

Rebel laughed at her. “One. After that, we go home. I’ve got to run out early, so we won’t be leaving until about eleven. Can’t be helped.”

“I don’t mind. I’ll just sleep later. You can grab breakfast out.” She ordered her drink and paid little attention to him.

They left after her drink. Violet headed straight to bed as Rebel sat down to think. It was common for him to wait until she was asleep before heading to bed, and he liked to unwind and think about things alone in the quiet of his house.

Finally, after doing his best to figure out a solution to this problem Violet had caused, he joined her in bed, falling asleep easily.

Early in the morning he dressed quietly and was careful to let Violet sleep in. He left the house just as the neighborhood was coming alive and headed to his favorite diner. He had some time before his lawyer would be in his office. While he was eating his omelet, a few firemen came in and sat down near him. He overheard them talking about the fire last night at the trailer and he listened carefully. They were saying how unsafe the old trailer had been, how it was an accident waiting to happen. He continued to sip his coffee until they left.

Rebel drove over to his lawyer’s office and breezed right past the receptionist. She was used to Rebel and paid him no attention.

Morris Greene was smoking a cigar and looking at some papers on his desk as Rebel came in. A smile lit up his face. Rebel coming in always meant money in his pockets. He stood up and offered Rebel his hand. After shaking hands, he motioned Rebel to sit.

“What can I do for you today, Brandon?”

He was one of the few men Rebel allowed to use his given name.

“The trailer that Monica owned blew up last night. I heard about it this morning when I was eating breakfast. I don’t know if she was hurt, but she wasn’t around last night. I was supposed to see her, but my wife wanted to go dancing.” Rebel looked at the lawyer seriously. “My son was with Goose and Cathy. Monica has no family and I’m Brandon’s father. Monica used my last name on the birth certificate, too. I’ve paid support for him. I’ve got to go to New Jersey for a wedding and I won’t be back for a few days. I don’t want Social Services getting my son.”

The lawyer looked at him and folded his hands. “Do you want me to draw up a temporary custody order just in case Monica was in the trailer? You know, I could make a call and see if there was a body. The fire marshal is my brother-in-law.”

“Yeah, that would be a good idea,” Rebel decided. “I hope to hell she is okay.”

Rebel watched as his lawyer made the call. He paid no attention to what was being said, looking out the window in thought.

The lawyer hung up the phone. His face was grim. “Brandon, I’m sorry, but they did find a body. It seems the propane tanks blew up or a fire caused them to blow up. It’s being classified as accidental. I told my brother-in-law that you knew her and that you’d help in any way you could with her family.”

Morris puffed on his cigar as Rebel absorbed the news. “Monica had no family left that I knew of. She got the money to buy that piece of shit trailer and the land when her parents died.” He looked up at his lawyer, determined. “I want full custody of my son. I’ve got this wedding and I want to make sure Goose and Cathy can watch my son legally.” He ran his hand across his face, anxious. “I told her that thing was dangerous, but you know how Monica is … or,
was
.”

“I certainly did.” The lawyer sighed. “I am sorry for your loss. I’ve got a partner here that can draw that paper up. I’ll need Goose and Cathy to come down and sign it right away. Would you like to call them?”

He handed Rebel the phone, then stood up and went off to find his partner. Rebel dialed Goose’s house and drummed his fingers on the desk as he waited for the phone to be picked up.

The moment Goose answered, Rebel spoke fast. “Monica blew up in her trailer last night. It’s being called an accident. I need you and Cathy to come down here to my lawyer’s office. Morris Greene’s. I need you to sign papers taking custody of Brandon until I can get back. Temporary custody, Goose, as I’ll be raising my son with Violet.”

“Shit,” exclaimed Goose, feeling slammed by the information. “Good thing Violet made you take her out! We’ll be right down, Reb. You sure you don’t want us to raise Brandon? Violet’s gonna flip out.” The last thing Goose wanted to deal with was Violet’s temper.