A Rebel Love (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 7) (8 page)

The sunrise is spilling through the blinds, a golden glow glitters over her body, she looks like a damn angel. I raise up, our bodies are joined to the hilt. Her tits are smashed to my chest, sticking to my sweat as I kiss her plump lips. “
Goddamn
you are so fucking pretty and sweet.” The words, “
I love you
,” are hanging from the tip of my tongue, begging to be spoken. I whisper them inside my head instead as she kisses me with fierce passion.

Chapter 8

Christa

There is
no way in hell
I am going to let JT go work for a biker club. Not happening on my watch. I don’t give a damn what he thinks. Shit is
not
going down like this. “Gram, you gotta step in and say something. JT can’t be getting mixed up in that club. You know what it did to mom. He won’t listen to me!”

“I don’t need you giving me a history lesson girl. I was there, stepped in and made sure you kids were fed when I could. JT is grown now and you’re going to have to let him make his own choices. I don’t like it no more than you do. I’ve been thinking though. I think it’s time you go out and get your own place. Let your mom and Perry take care of themselves. JT can do what JT is gonna do. Ain’t no stopping him. You gotta start living your life girl.”

“And where will you be when I’m off,
living my life
?”

My Gram takes her bony hands and reaches across the table to take hold of mine. Her veins are so prominent I can trace the outline of them with my fingers. “I’ll be around. Been looking into the senior high-rise. I can afford it and I’ll be around people my own age.”

“This is your home though. You love
this
house.” My grandpa built this house. He worked so
damn
hard for it too. Grammy used to tell me stories about how they lived on soup beans, and cornbread for months at a time so they could afford the material to build.

“I do love this place, but it’s just a house. I can’t take it with me when I leave this earth. My memories don’t live in these walls. They live inside my heart.”  

My Gram is so wise and has a way of putting anything into her perspective to keep you from telling her any different. Just like she told me never to give Marc my heart all those years ago. She told me, “Christa that boy is dangerous to you. You already love him too much. If you give him your heart, he’ll never give it back. And I can tell you right now, he won’t be around much longer. Boys like him never are.”

A lump forms in my throat, the truth of her words still ringing true after all these years. Marc and I didn’t work
then
and we could
never
work
now
.

It isn’t that I haven’t tried to find someone to share my life with…I have, but none of the men I have been with have been enough to make me fully give myself to them. I came close with Rodney, but then JT got in trouble over the stolen car, and I knew I had to let him go.

My Gram may have meant what she said about not needing this house to remember my grandpa, but I can’t imagine this place without her in it. I
will
start living my life, but not until I secure her home for her. Maybe I should take Perry up on his offer to dance at Pink Lips.  I am not conceited by any means, but I have taken great care of my body. I may not be an early twenty-something young thing anymore, but I can shake it with the best of them. I leave my Grammy to finish her cup of milk in the kitchen and go off in search of that asshole, Perry.

“About time you started listening to me. Your brother does what he’s told. I knew you’d come around. I see the way you look at me girl.” Perry smiles wide and proud.

He don’t know shit. The only look I give him is contempt. “Is that why he has a bloodied nose and split lip?” I’m going to find out just exactly what it is my brother does for Perry and if I can save my Gram’s house in the process, so be it.

“The days you ain’t working at the school you can come dance. Lenny will start you out on the slow days, until you prove you can bring in some regulars, and show him what you bring to the club. Don’t disappoint me girl.”

The only disappointment around here, is the disappointment I have in myself.  If the school finds out about this, Gram losing her house will be the least of my worries.

“This stays between us. I don’t want mom or JT, and
DEFINITELY
not Grammy knowing anything about this.”

He scratches his beard and I don’t like the face he is making. Perry never does something for nothing. “Alright. I can keep a secret if you can.” He grabs my ass and I nearly throw up. “Can’t wait to see the way you move on stage.” He grins, flashing his grimy teeth at me.

What does my mother find so attractive about him? He’s
disgusting.
His beer gut is hanging from the bottom of his mustard stained shirt. The sight of his hairy belly button makes me choke back my gag reflex. She always has had a shit taste in men, including my father.

“Your mom is driving your Gram to her doctor's appointment in an hour. When they get out of the driveway, you’re gonna show me your moves.” His fingers dance across my arm.

I’m going to be sick. I won’t let him touch me. I don’t need him to get the job, but I do need him to keep his mouth shut.

“Don’t touch me! If you want to see my moves. You can pay just like every other man who will come to the club.”

I rush out the room and lock myself in the bathroom before I kill him.

“Can’t stay in there forever. I’m a patient man. You’ll come around soon enough,” he calls as he walks down the hall whistling.
Fat bastard.

I sit on the side of the antique claw foot tub and count the yellow daisies on the wallpaper that borders the celling, trying to calm my temper.

Tread

Several days have passed since I laid eyes on Christa and I can’t shake her. She always did have that effect on me. If we hadn’t been so young, she might’ve been “
the one.”
I was selfish back then. Hell, I still am, most days. I feel like shit. I haven’t been by the scrapyard to see to JT. I told the boys to keep an eye out for him.

I’ve been on the road for the past three days. Had to ride out to Louisville and handle a meeting for Rebel. He doesn’t like being away from Chelle and the kids if it can be helped. I don’t mind it. I’ve missed the freedom of the road. Well, it’s not like I have anyone waiting for me, is it?

Word on the street is there’s a new club moving in on our territory selling Devil’s Dust. That shit isn’t going to fly. Things have been quiet and peaceful the past few years. So it was only a matter of time before someone got brave enough to test us. Rebel heard they are based in Louisville, calling themselves the White Militia. I hear they are a bunch of fucking inbred skinheads from southern Ohio. But they have been keeping quiet. Staying far enough out of our territory, but close enough to force our ears to the ground.

Shit isn’t good, but for now I just have to keep my sources close. Truth is working a contact up North for information.

My phone buzzes with a call from an unknown number as I start kicking my boots off. I swipe the call to ignore. If it’s important they’ll leave a message. Probably some telemarketer bullshit. My dusty ass needs a shower and a bite to eat. My stomach is grumbling and rumbling.

After a quick shower and a rummage of my fridge, I head over to the Roadhouse in search of real food. Last week’s pizza didn’t seem like a good choice. It’s late but I know one of the girls will whip me up something. Lulu is coming down the back stairs looking like a two-bit hooker in a leopard bikini top and a black leather mini.

“Hey, hot stuff.” She trails her long red nails up one arm and down the other.

Throwing her hand from my arm, I tell her to get her ass in the kitchen and make me a motherfuckin sandwich.

“Sure thing, but I can satisfy your other hungers. You haven’t played with me in a while.” She pouts as I shove her towards the fridge.

“Maybe later,” I lie. Lulu is a decent fuck, but like I said, I am sick of doing this shit.

My phone buzzes again, I accept Truth’s call. If I don’t he’ll just keep at me until I respond.

“Talk to me,” I answer.

“Just wanted to let you know your big brother charity case was a no-show at the yard.”

“Thanks.” I chew on the inside of my mouth. I know I am going to regret this shit but I can’t stop. “Hey man, do me a solid and dig up everything you can on JT Franklin. Find out everything. I want to know when he shits and where. If he sneezes, I wanna know about it. Ye feel me?”

“Sure thing. What about the sister?” Something in Truth’s tone pisses me off when he asks about Christa. I don’t need him judging me. I don’t get on his nuts about Amy. He’s such a fucking bitch sometimes.

“Yeah, find out who she fucks, I want to know it all.”

“Need me to mark down her brand of tampons too?” He smarts off.

“Fuck you,
asshole
. Just do it.” I hang up on him.
Cocksucker
.

I go behind the bar, grab a beer, and find a table that isn’t occupied to eat at. Not in the mood for anyone’s shit tonight. Truth has done gone and pissed me the fuck off.

Lulu brings my sandwich out. She even put a pickle on the side. “Thanks sweet thing.” I pinch her bare ass cheek and dig into my food.

“You need anything else, let me know. I’ll be right over there.” She motions to the bar and I nod.

I finish my sandwich and top it off with a cold beer. The Roadhouse is quiet tonight.  There’s only a few patched members, some whores, and the Potentials hanging around.  Grim and Rebel have gotten highly selective when bringing anyone new around. After all the shit our club has been through the past few years it’s hard to let anyone in.  

Rebel comes from the office shaking his head. He stops at my table. “Take a walk with me brother.”

I follow him out, lighting up a smoke. After I eat, I have to have a cigarette.  A smoking man needs to light one up after key moments in his day…after sex, after eating, after taking a shit, or after killing a man.

“How was Louisville?”

“Nothing we didn’t already know.”

Rebel pulls out a smoke of his own and bums my lighter. I stick it back in the inner pocket of my cut once he lights up.

We walk in silence until we get out of hearing distance from the club. “What’s up man?”

He takes one final long drag from his Marlboro before snuffing it out in the dirt. “Pink Lips. Whatcha know about it?”

“Low end titty bar. Been by there a time or two. Truth’s bitch, Amy, used to dance there until one of the guys roughed her up.”

“Was Truth seeing her at the time?”

I exhale, blowing my smoke out in little O’s. “Nah, that was before they met at Kirk's Filling Station. Why?”

“One-Off’s ex-cunt is fucking that fat fuck who owns it, Lenny Craven. His kids been talking about how their mom ain’t taking good care of them. Lenny is keeping her cracked out.  The little boy asked Emily when her and his daddy were gonna take him and Deann to live with them. One-off went to drop the kids back with Tammy and shit got ugly. Long story short he beat Lenny’s ass.  Then Lenny starts making threats about how his cousin’s MC will kill him. Guess who his cousin rides for.”

“Those skinhead bastards, the White Militia,” I answer seeing all the pieces fitting together. “Devil’s Dust dealing pricks.”

“Fucking-A man. Shit is going to get ugly, soon. Take Kurt and Truth, get some inside eyes tomorrow. You think Amy would be willing to get her old job back?”

“If Truth tells her to she will.”

He nods. “Make it happen man.”

“What about the kids?”

“Emily has them. One-off paid the judge to give him temporary custody. Didn’t take much when the judge learned that a couple of mixed race kids were being forced to live with those KKK wannabes.”

Damn
if that ain’t some real shit. One-off is black and Tammy is whiter than white bread. Them kids take after their daddy. It ain’t really our business. One-off is a nomad; we’ve been hosting him since he moved to the area for his kids. But if he wants us to go all in for him, he needs to put Grim’s reaper on the back of his cut.  He’s the last of the Lost Highwaymen and he’s not my brother, but it gives us a reason for concern.

“Alright brother, I’ll grab Kurt and get Truth working on Amy.”

“I’ll keep my phone on.”

Before turning in for the night, I walk over to Truth’s and fill him in. Amy is already asleep. She has an early shift at the gas station. Truth can deal with her after her shift ends.

“Got your information. JT runs drugs for some greaseball named Perry. Perry is Lenny’s right hand man. Seems to me if you start fucking his sister, Christa you might be able to use the kid as an insider.”

It’s not a bad idea. If she didn’t think of me as the scum that coats the bottom of her sneakers.

I take the information from Truth and head home to go over it. My phone buzzes again. Same unknown number.
Ignore
.