Page 21 of Hades

He thought about it for days, staying awake at night as he worked through how to make what he wanted brought to life. Nothing came easy, the nineteen years before him proof of that, but Kyle wasn’t afraid of hard, nasty, downright illegal work if he had to.

He was going to be the biggest fucking rebel this shit town had ever seen, mark his words.

“Did I tell you to stop sucking my dick?” he growled to the girl in his lap, her head bobbing when he grabbed her by the back of the neck, she looked up through glassy eyes, high as a kite with pretty, pink wet lips, a rim of pink around his dick showed where the girl had been for the last twenty minutes.

Her name was probably Sammie or Kendra.

“Sorry, baby.” She went right back to sucking him off.

Pleasure tickled the base of his spine, Kyle groaned a little, but his mind was busy, too busy to concentrate fully on the come he was going to fill her willing mouth with.

Rebels.

Rejects.

Outcasts.

All those who didn’t fit in, who were not accepted by others. Yeah, he could see it now, he’d be their messiah. His shit of a father would roll over in his grave to know men would treat his son as a god one day.

Kyle smirked and tightened his fist in the blonde hair.

Healwayspreferred them blonde.

His Dana was growing cold towards him, he supposed he’d have to drop that gorgeous ballerina soon before she went off to college.

If he had a care for revenge to the school queen never truly accepting him out in the open then he could easily send her away to college with a baby in her belly, wouldn’t her father just love that. Not so innocent after all, daddy, is she. If only he knew just how good his daughter was at sucking dick, the old man would die of shock.

Bloodthirsty andambitious. He recognized the same look in Rider’s eyes from day one, hadn’t he? Maybe for a long time, maybe that’s why they never clicked. Two dogs in the same fight could never walk alongside each other, it was the name of the battle that one had to die to make room for the boss.

Was that the reason Mad-dog orchestrated him out of the way, to give Rider a better chance at the gavel one day? Nah, he couldn’t see that, the old goat didn’t give a fuck for his son unless it meant someone else climbing above him on the ladder.

Kyle’s axe to grind was growing by the day.

With a full strategy in place, it was like he knew this was always what he was meant to be doing, he should have thought of it sooner.

As he came in the woman’s mouth he pushed her away and zipped up before she could wipe her lips, standing he strode over to the fridge grabbed himself a beer.

“Congratulations, Sammie.”

“Shiloh…”Yeah, right, that.He shrugged and took a long cold drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smile etched onto his face, he felt pleased with himself, and not just because of the climax a minute ago from a good dick sucker. As he was saying. “You’re the first one to hear.”

“Hear what, baby?” all cute and post-sex beaming like they were boyfriend and girlfriend about to exchange Hallmark cards.Stick to dick swallowing, sweet love. The fluorescent bulb up above illuminated her in unforgiving light, making her face seem older than the early twenties she was. It was a hard life being a whore who sucked dicks for fun, he thought to himself. But Kyle was too animated to give worry to this woman’s aging process when the motherload of all ideas was making him hard again.

The way to bring Rex and his club to their knees.

He’d build his own MC anddestroy them, destroy their legacy and everything they’d worked for.

Lessons would be taught, and Kyle knew his name would be talked about for years to come. The arrogance of him would demand it. Anger propelled him most days, it was how he worked, what motivated him. But this little gem, oh yeah, he could land the thanks for that on Rider Marinos’s doorstep.Thanks, buddy.

“The Raging Rebels. Remember it. It’s gonna be fucking huge one day.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

“How those Rebels Rage…”

Purpose is a funny thing.

The moment Kyle saw exactly what his route would be he was a strong-minded man, a durable man in what he required to achieve. Now, some gossips and do-gooders would say, over those next few years he turned into someone dark and unforgiving, what they didn’t know was he wasalwaysthat person, he just distinguished how to hide behind a well-crafted mask.

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