Page 33 of Rebel

“Guess you didn’t sleep that well.”

“You’re adorable when you pout. And it was the best damn sleep I’ve had in a long time. Just got shit on my mind.”

“You worried I might have the wrong idea about this. and what it is?”

“No, I just can’t stop thinking about you with tears in your eyes, shaking and scared because of those fucking assholes. I need to take care of them.” I was also thinking about what they could have done—they’d got into the building. If they’d wanted to, they could have hurt Nikki… or worse.

She opened her mouth and then closed it immediately, as if she didn’t want to know what I meant.

Good, then I wouldn’t have to lie to her. “I’ll come back later today. Promise.”

She walked me downstairs, let me kiss her until she melted against me and then locked the door behind me.

I hopped on my bike with a smile, but the more distance between me and Nikki, the more the other image of her invaded my mind. The one where her eyes were red-rimmed and filled to the brim with fear. My hands gripped the bike until my knuckles were white. Anger replaced the carnal satisfaction I felt just moments ago, a justified anger that needed to land somewhere.

Fast.

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I was on my way back to the clubhouse, but the fates smiled down at me as I passed a popular whorehouse the moment two Blood Fangs assholes walked out. I busted a U-turn and swung around to them. “Late night, fuckers?”

They weren’t drunk off their asses, just enough to make the ass whoopin’ I had planned hurt a little less. “What the fuck do you want?”

I smiled and killed the engine on my bike. “You fucked with a friend of mine. I don’t appreciate it much.”

They exchanged glances and smirked. “Yeah, we scared that radio bitch good.” They laughed until they doubled over as if it was all some big fucking joke.

Too bad the joke was on them. “Hilarious.” I moved closer and hit one with an uppercut that sent him stumbling backwards. “You guys should take your show on the road.” I kneed the other fucker in his nose.

“Son of a fucking bitch!” He covered his nose, but the blood spilled over his fingers and down his hands. “What the fuck?”

“I said she was a friend.” Truth was, she was more than that, but that was my business. “What were you lookin’ for?”

“Her sweet ass.” The first guy I hit was back on his feet and charging towards me like a young bull. “She wouldn’t give it up though.”

Asshole. I pulled my arm back and swung it into his gut as he flew at me, stopping his momentum mid-air. He crumbled to the ground just as I knew he would. “Bitch.”

“Too bad she’s a dead woman,” the other one laughed. “I’m hoping Thrash gives us a few minutes alone with her before we slit her throat and put her in a barrel.”

I tucked that bit of information away for later. For now I was bloodthirsty, and this was the only solution. “In your dreams.” I raised my hands in the air and brought them down on his back until he was face down on the ground. “Leave her alone. Or else.”

“Or else what?” He turned his bloody smile up at me.

“Or else you’ll never see another day.” My foot had a mind of his own, kicking his ribs over and over until he was a groaning heap on the floor. “Just leave her alone and whatever it is youthinkshe knows, I’ll find out and spread it to anyone who’ll listen.”

“Fuck. You.”

“Okay, have it your way.” I lifted my foot and stomped it down on his face before I turned to his buddy and left him with one final jab that sent him to his knees. It wasn’t quite the beating I’d envisioned, but it was enough.

Twenty minutes later I walked into the clubhouse feeling better than I realized but not as good as I thought I would.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Rocky spotted me first, a mug of coffee in his hand and a smirk on his face.

“Ran into a couple of Blood Fangs who were desperately in need of an ass whoopin’.”

Rocky smiled and shook his head. “Yeah?”

I nodded. “Those fuckers busted up Nikki’s radio station. They didn’t go after her, though, just trashed her office like they were looking for something.”

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