Page 68 of Rebel

No one said anything for one long minute, which frustrated the shit out of me.

“Okay, fine.” If no one wanted to answer my questions, then the least I could do was get out some of this fucking anger. “Don’t tell me. I don’t even give a shit.” I kept a tight grip on hismohawk and whaled on the motherfucker until he went limp in my arms and his blood coated my face and my shirt.

Gio grabbed a dark haired kid who’d tried to run and cut through the bullshit, putting the barrel of his gun inside the asshole’s mouth. “The old bitch. Where is she?”

His eyes were wide, and he shook his head. “I don’t know. All I know is that some of the guys saw her on the street and scooped her up.”

“Why?” Gio shoved the gun an inch deeper before he removed it to get an answer.

“The Blood Fangs have a bounty on her. More money if she was alive and not hurt.” He laughed. “Paid a pretty penny for her too.”

Gio raised his hand in the air and brought the butt of the gun down on his forehead, smiling when his legs buckled. “Asshole.”

“Where did you take her,” Hawk asked.

“No fucking clue. We met them at an exchange point, the woman for a stack of cash.” He shrugged like it was no big deal to him. “That was at least an hour ago,” he sneered. “She’s probably dead or turned out by now.”

Hawk pressed the barrel hard against the side of his face. “That’s my friend you’re talking about. Where did you exchange her?”

“Don’t know,” he replied with a smirk that said he absolutely did know but wouldn’t tell us.

“That’s too bad,” Hawk said on a loud sigh before he grabbed the asshole by the wrist, slammed his palm on the table and shot it.

“What the fuck, man?” He fell to his knees, crying like a bitch at the hole in the middle of his shooting hand.

“Answer the question, or you’ll have two useless hands.”

The kid was either tough or stupid, but he was fucking with the wrong MC today. He tilted his head back, a defiant expression on his face.

Hawk shrugged and grabbed his other wrist, placing his palm flat on the table. “Last chance.” He put his finger on the trigger. “Three. Two.”

“Okay, fuck! The parking lot of that old titty bar that looks like a fuckin’ jail cell. That’s where we handed her off.”

Hawk pulled the trigger anyway. “That’s for kidnapping an innocent woman, asshole.” He released the kid, leaving him to wail on the ground in pain.

“It’s a start,” I grunted and looked around their clubhouse for anything that might tell me where Nikki was.

“Diesel and the guys are gonna meet us there and Slate’s lookin’ into where the Blood Fangs would’ve taken her. Their clubhouse is too easy.” Rocky’s brows dipped in displeasure, and he nodded to the door. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“It feels weird leaving without shooting somebody or settin’ some shit on fire,” Gio grumbled.

Hawk laughed. “You wanna shoot somebody?”

He nodded. “I always want to shoot somebody, but I’ll settle for setting somethin’ on fire.”

Rocky clapped his kid brother on the back. “It’s still early, you might get your chance.”

“Hope so,” he groaned. “My trigger finger is getting’ itchy. Let’s get Rebel’s woman and set the Blood Fangs on fire.” He clapped his hands, got on his bike, and started the engine. “Let’s go!”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Nikki

Icame slowly, unsure how long I’d been out after I took so many lashes to my body. I stopped counting and fell unconscious somewhere around fifty lashes, my body cold and my dreams filled with thoughts and images of Livvy and Logan. I didn’t want to die at all, but I definitely didn’t want to die without letting my little girl know how much I loved her, and how much being her mom meant to me. I wanted to tell Logan that I loved him and wanted to be with him. That I was sorry for running out on him, that I knew he was trying his best...

I still hadn’t filled him in on all of Livvy’s quirks, her likes and dislikes, but they already loved each other so I knew they would figure it out.

Without me.

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