Page 2 of Rebel

He leans his ass onto his calves, never taking his eyes off me, though with my words a sexy as hell grin appears on his face as his eyes sparkle even more.Oh, one of those typesI think to myself as I rub my head. Just what I need, a confident, built, hot motherfucker full of himself in my gym. I don’t recognize him, but kind of remember one of the part-timers telling me we had a hottie join the club. This must be him. Great way to meet, though he’s excellent on the eyes, that’s for sure. Need to let the single sisters at the club know to come take a peek. On second thought, I’ll keep him my little secret for now.

“Just checking to make sure you’re okay. Took a pretty hard hit when we knocked heads.”

“No, you mean when not only did you plow into me, but instead of stepping back, you rammed me with that enormous ninepin you call a noggin.”

His face tightens as his eyes narrow at me.Whatever, I think to myself as it hits me; I’m on a mission. That’s when I remember my sister, Taz, and where I was headed when I hear tiny footsteps rushing our way. Before I can turn my head, I hear the Mickey Mouse voices of young children.

“Daddy, hurry, a lady is in pain. You got to get your bag out of the car and come with us.”

“Yeah, Dad, she’s in labor, I think. Looks like she peed herself, I told these two to find you so I could stay with her, but they were fascinated with her hair, which looks like a rainbow.”

Before any of them can move, I’m running back to the meditation room to find Taz on the floor, curled up on herself. Oh, fucking shit.

“Taz, hey, I’m here. Taz, look at me. RAQUEL, look at me now. Please, sister.”

“As usual, you can never handle a delicate situation. Rebel, my water broke, and my contractions are like three to four minutes apart. I think the baby is coming now.”

Hearing noise behind me, I see first the three kids: one older, one in the middle, and then the youngest one, all boys. Then Mr. Sexy Macho gently moves them to the side and walks in, kneeling next to Taz.

“Oh no, get the hell outta here, mister. We don’t need you here. You want to be useful call nine-one-one for an ambulance. Otherwise, get gone now, mister.”

His head lifts and, believe it or not, he winks at me. Then I hear the older boy start talking as he moves closer to us after he motions for the little ones to stay by the door.

“Lady, you should be glad my dad’s here. He’s a doctor, no, he’s an obstetrician, which is a doctor for women and babies. Let him help your friend, he knows what he’s doing. Dad, I’ll go grab your bag from the car after I take these two out front, maybe put them in the kids’ room and let them play. I’ll call nine-one-one too.”

Just as he walks out, Taz lets out a wail like nothing I’ve ever heard before. I look down to see she’s biting her lip, which is starting to bleed pretty bad. Fuck. Then Mr. Macho stands and leans down and picks—yeah, gently picks Taz up—and is getting ready to place her on the massage table as we both hear a herd of cattle running down the hall. First in is Enforcer, and when he sees his wife not only in pain but also in the arms of a stranger, his face instantly goes blank, which is not a good thing foranyone especially Mr. Sexy Mister. I’m sure he’s thinking about when Raven had her shit that started right here in this gym.

“Hey, brother, he’s a doctor or something. She’s close, Enforcer, so please don’t be a total dick. Go to her, she needs you.”

I watch as the dude gently lays Taz down and Enforcer goes to the other side, grabbing her hand and using his other hand to push her sweaty hair back. Half my club sisters are trying to squeeze into this average-size room, so I start shouting orders.

“Need someone to get some water. Another, some sheets and towels from the storage room. Shadow, you can stand the sight of blood, go help him. I doubt Enforcer is going to be any help. Peanut and Kitty, go check on this man’s kids, think they’re in the front room. Give them some juice boxes and snacks.”

The older kid dropped the bag off and went back to his brothers right before the crowd burst in. So when the doctor-guy turns around to look at us, I stop and listen to him.

“No juice for my older boy, Konstantin. He’s diabetic, type 1, so nothing with sugar if possible. Maybe some water or even a sports water with electrolytes. I’d appreciate it. No candy either, no matter what he says.”

The smile that appears on his face has every one of my sisters, and if I admit it, even me, taking a breath then letting out a sigh. His eyes twinkle like he knows the effect he has on women, but those eyes are locked on me.

Again, Taz begins wailing and, shit, I don’t know his name, so I ask.

“Hey, Doc, what’s your name?”

Turning, he looks at me and grins.

“If you promise not to laugh, badass, I’ll tell you.”

As I nod, he’s checking Taz’s pulse and asking Enforcer some questions quietly.

“My name is Atlas Giannopoulos. And you are?”

“Motherfucker, we ain’t on some goddamn dating game show or one of those computer fuckin’ apps. Take care of my wife if you want to continue breathing. Rebel, where the hell is that ambulance?”

Taz reaches up and gently caresses Enforcer’s face.

“Travis, honey, it’ll be all right. Can you grab my bag and place my crystals around the room? Give my sage to one of my sisters so she can smudge this room. Hurry, this little one is going to make their appearance soon.”

“I’m not leaving your side, Que. Tink, Glory, you heard her, grab that bag and place her rocks around the room. Heartbreaker, can you get the dried weeds and blow smoke around the room, please?”

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