SAVING REBEL: Renegade Rebels Motorcycle Club (16 page)

“All in good time, little one. In the meantime, why don’t you enjoy this luxurious suite?  I’m sure someone like you…,”  his voice held complete disdain for me, and he looked me up and down with contempt in his eyes, “has never had the opportunity to see such a nice place.”

He was right, but I wasn’t about to let him know it.  

“Fuck you and your luxury suite, you’re nothing but a glorified drug dealer and when my brother finds out you’ve got me here he’s going to do a lot more than take your fucking drugs, you moron!”  I was screaming, crying, fear kicking in hard as I yelled at him, my voice shaking, despite my best efforts to control it.

He laughed at me and turned away. 

“Sit down,” Sergio’s goon pushed me down onto a white silk couch, towering over me while I rubbed my bruised arm.

“I’m going to make a few calls.  Keep an eye on her.  But remember - don’t hurt her.  We need her safe and alive,” Sergio said.

“Sí, jefe.”  He sat on the couch next to me, folding his arms and settling in while Sergio walked down the hallway, his voice fading as he stepped into a back bedroom.

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I left the clubhouse at five in the afternoon, fighting rush-hour traffic before I finally made it home thirty minutes later.  I was so happy everything went so well with the cartel and even more happy that Harley seemed to have come to some sort of acceptance when it came to Rebel and me. 

I still didn’t know how our lives would look with her in it, but I was excited to find out.  I had never wanted a relationship with a woman, in fact, it was the last thing I was interested in.  But something about the way Rebel made me feel had changed everything whether I liked it or not.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her all day.  Harley had decided to go home at the same time I did.  He wanted to spend the evening with Rebel, trying to make some amends with her and help her get on her feet.

I easily could have moved her into my place, but that wouldn’t be the best thing for Rebel. She was young, and she still needed to experience living on her own, and taking care of herself.  I was looking forward to watching her grow, and spending as much time with her as I could.

I took a shower when I returned home, and just as I was drying off I heard my cell phone ringing.  Hoping it was Rebel, I ran  down the hallway to catch it before it went to voice mail.

It was Harley.

“Hey Harley,” I answered.

“They’ve got Rebel.”  He sounded frantic and his voice was full of worry.

“What? What are you talking about? Who has her?”

“The fucking Garcia cartel.  I don’t know how, but they’ve got her.  I got home and there’s a note stuck to the seat of her bike with a fucking switchblade right in the middle of it.”

“A note? What does it say?”  My legs trembled, and my anger rose.  If they hurt Rebel, I would kill them.

“It says, ‘The girl for the drugs’.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah.  What are we going to do, Mason?”

“I’m on my way.  Stay put.”

“Alright.  Hurry the fuck up.  I will kill those motherfuckers if they hurt her!”

“Try to stay calm.  If there’s any killing to be done, I’ll fucking do it.  She’s going to be okay.  I’ll be right there.”

I hung up the phone, dressed, and was roaring down the street in two minutes flat.

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By the time Mason arrived, I was sick with worry.  And I still had no answers as to how Rebel ended up with them.

I called Sergio right after I called Mason, and he answered right away.

“Hola, Harley!  I was expecting to hear from you!”

“You motherfucker! If you hurt my sister, I will fucking cut your cock off and stuff it in your mouth after I rip your tongue out!”

“Oh, now, now, Harley.  I thought we were friends?  I wouldn’t think to hurt your little hellion of a sister.  She’s quite frisky, isn’t she?  I’m surprised you want her back, to tell you the truth.  But obviously, you do.  And I’ll be very happy to return her to you safe and sound.  But, since we do have a business relationship, I’m going to need those drugs back.  As you know, they’re worth a hell of a lot of money.  I just can’t afford to part with them.  And now that I have something you want, well why not? Surely, you understand, yes, mi amigo?”

“Fine, whatever.  Where the fuck is my sister?”

“I will tell you where she is as soon as I have my product back, mi amigo.”

“Fine, where do you want to meet?”

“Well, just to make things easy, let’s meet at the same warehouse we were at this morning, shall we?”

“When?”

“How about at ten tonight?”

“Fine, but if you hurt Rebel, I will fuck you up so bad.  I’m not kidding, Sergio.  You’d best not fuck with me.”

“Now, now, mi amigo.  Let’s keep this cordial, shall we?  No need for anger.  As long as you don’t cause any trouble, I’ll take care of your precious sister, I promise.”

“Ten p.m.  See you then.”  I hung up the phone right as Mason barreled through my front door.

I had never seen a man so ravaged with worry.  His grimace was drawn tightly across his face and he was heaving with anger.

“What the fuck, man!” he yelled.

“I just talked to Sergio.  I have no idea how they got her, I came home and her bike was in the driveway with the note on it.  I called Sergio, and he wants to trade Rebel for the drugs.”

“That motherfucker.  Of course he does.  I’m going to fucking rip his head off!” he yelled again.

“Look, try to calm down.  I’m worried, too.  But Sergio wouldn’t hurt her.  He’s not that stupid.  I’d kill him and his entire cartel and he knows it.  If we have to give the drugs back to get Rebel, then fine, whatever.”

“Fine, so let’s go.”

“Not till ten p.m.  He’s meeting us at the warehouse.  Let’s call everyone back to the clubhouse, we’ll make a plan, get the drugs and get to the warehouse on time.

“How did they even get her? How did they know where you live?”

“I don’t know, man.  I can’t believe how fucked up this is.  All I wanted to do was keep Rebel out of this life, and now she’s so deep in it, I just - just - I can’t even fucking think about it.  We gotta get her the fuck outta there.”

“Motherfucker!” Mason yelled again.

“I know, bro, I know.  She’s going to be okay, I promise.  Let’s get to the clubhouse,” I said.

Mason agreed and we hoped on our bikes after calling Maverick and filling him in, instructing him to get everyone back to the clubhouse to meet us.

As I roared down the highway on the way back to the clubhouse,  I had never felt so much worry for Rebel.  She was good at getting herself in trouble, but it was never anything like this.  This danger was real.  

Mason sped down the highway in front of me, his bike weaving in and out of traffic dangerously, and I knew he was seeing red.  If I had left Rebel at Mason’s house, she probably would have been safer.  They wouldn’t have looked for her there. I should have known that Sergio would seek revenge after I humiliated him so badly in front of his own men.

What the fuck had I been thinking to not have the family on lockdown in the clubhouse during such a dangerous time?

Instead, we were celebrating like a bunch of fucking idiots. 

I thought of my father, knowing that if he were there, his eyes would be full of deep disappointment that I had put Rebel in such a dangerous situation.

I could only hope Rebel didn’t do anything stupid to make the situation any worse.  And even more importantly, I could only hope she would forgive me for being the worst brother in the whole goddamned world.

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“I have to pee.”  I told the goon sitting next to me.

He ignored me, his eyes glued to the television in front of us.  I nudged him.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Jorge.”  He replied, staring straight ahead.

“Well, Jorge, I have to pee.”  I stood up, and that caught his attention finally.

“You were peeing when we found you.”

“Yeah, well.  I drank a lot of water, and you guys are scaring the piss out of me, so unless you want me to piss on this pristine white silk couch, then you’ll show me to the bathroom.”

The penthouse was practically a fortress.  The only way in and out was the fucking elevator and that made a loud ding every time it opened, so sneaking out without being noticed was not going to happen.  I was hoping if I could take a look at the bathroom, I could at least find something to incapacitate this guy.

Sergio had left the penthouse after a few minutes of making phone calls in the other room, and instructing the goon to keep an eye on me.

“Don’t harm her, under any circumstances, but don’t let her leave either.  I trust you can handle yourself with her?”  I over heard him whispering to him in the corner.

“Si, jefe.  Sorry about earlier.  I’m a drug dealer, not a kidnapper.  I don’t have a lot of experience holding on to wiggling putitas.”  

“Well, you’re a big hombre, I have faith you can handle her.”

“Si, jefe.”  The goon hung his head, and I smirked with the knowledge that I had humiliated him.

Poor guy.  I was nowhere near finished with him, and if he thought I was just going to let them keep me here against my will without a fight, he was dead wrong.

Now that I was in the penthouse alone with Jorge, I was determined to find a way to escape, no matter what I had to do.

“Fine! Let’s go!”  He stood up quickly, grabbing my arm and dragging me down the hallway.