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Chapter thirteen

Rebel

Rebelwasatoneof the Howler-owned apartment buildings, helping Trip and Pike change locks, when he received a text from Ruby.

>If the KAREN who came into the library today has her way, I’m going to be out of a job. All because people are assholes. Whiskey. I need whiskey.<

As soon as he read the words, his wolf went on high alert. He immediately told his brothers he had to go. He wasn’t sure what happened, but his woman needed him. Both being mated to their own wonderful women, Trip and Pike just told him to call if he needed them.

Not sure if she had whiskey, but knowing she wanted it, he stopped by the store and grabbed a bottle on his way to her townhouse. His wolf was pacing, which worried Rebel, since his wolf didn’t usually make something out of nothing.

After parking in the driveway and grabbing the bottle from his saddlebag, he made his way up to her front porch, preparing himself for any possible scenario. He didn’t know her well enough to guess where her mind was at, but he guessed that the whiskey request meant it wasn’t in a great place. When he knocked on the door, he heard her shout, “Come in!”

He opened the door and stepped into her living room to find her pacing the length of it. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun on the top of her head. She was dressed in a teal and black sports bra and matching booty shorts that made him think things he probably shouldn’t be thinking when she was angry or worried. In her hand, she had a short glass with a goldish brown liquid he guessed was whiskey.

After setting the bottle he brought on her side table, he removed his boots and hung his cut on the hook by the door. She looked pissed,extremely pissed, but she didn’t look hurt, which he was grateful for. Rebel told his wolf to relax.

“Hey,” she huffed out, mid-turn.

“Hey,” Rebel replied as he slowly crossed the room and leaned up against the side of one of her built-in bookshelves. “So… what happened?”

She huffed out a breath. “Sharon White just stomped in there and basically told me that I shouldn’t have you around the kids, and I’m a slut and flaunt my sex life in front of children!” She swung her arms around as she let the words fly, causing Rebel to worry she would spill her drink as he watched it slosh against the sides of the glass.

On the next pass, he took the glass from her hand and set it on the tray on top of the chest she used for a coffee table. “Okay. None of that is tr—“

“I know! I mean, what right does she have to make judgments about anyone else? I have done nothing but be professional! What I do in my time off is none of anyone’s business! Except yours, of course, since, ya know, it’s with you.” Rebel wanted to smile, but he stopped himself as she continued with her rant. “Flaunt it in front of the children?Has she lost hermind?Not once have I done anything that would be considered flaunting anything in front of children!”

Rebel knew he needed to just let her get it out. She was red-faced and angry. She needed to vent, then he would help her solve the issue. While part of him was pissed to hear that some piece of shit thought they could label her as anything other than a professional, he couldn’t change the minds of douchebags. The rest of him was having a hard time keeping his attention off those fucking shorts and that sexy as hell tattoo on her thigh.

“And what she said about you! Thenerve!I swear to god, if I wouldn’t have been at work, I would have made her regret every damn word that came from her mouth! How dare she judge you! Just because you ride a motorcycle doesn’t mean you’re an idiot or a criminal!”

“I murdered my unc—“

She stopped pacing and pointed a finger at him, cutting off his words. “He deserved it.”

Rebel held up his hands in surrender, knowing he wasn’t going to win this argument when she was that angry. He was surprised that his wolf had calmed down and stayed that way during the conversation.

She resumed her pacing and her rant. “The things you and the clubs do for this town vastly outnumber what her and her hoity-toity friends have done. They just throw money at things and hope it fixes the problem! And that! She said she wouldn’t be donating to the library, and neither would her friends.” She huffed out an annoyed sigh. “And of course, she and her friends are the big-name donors, the ones who basically fund the library. Without their money, the library will be screwed.”

Seeing where he might be able to help, Rebel started to form a plan in his head.

“I’ll lose my job, my home, and my car. The kids will lose their access to books, to services, to a safe place where they can be themselves. The community will lose a valuable resource. And for what? So, some big-haired, scorned hag can throw her weight around!”

Rebel stepped forward, grabbed her hips, and slammed his lips to hers. After kissing her until they both needed to breathe, he pulled back and said, “Now that I have your attention, I think we can help.”

Panting, Ruby stared at him, and Rebel watched her pretty gold-flecked blue eyes as she tried to process his words. He mentally patted himself on the back for having that effect on her.

“Wh-what?”

He released her and leaned back against the bookshelves. “The Howlers and the Claws do fundraising events all the time. We also happen to know some very influential individuals and have access to people with deep pockets. So, we’ll set up a fundraiser and donate the needed funds to the library. As for what she said about me, I don’t care. There’s nothing she could say that people haven’t already said about me or my club. We don’t give a damn what people think.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “As for this bitch, I think you called it. She’s just a big-haired, scorned hag who thinks she can throw her weight around. She’s drunk on her own power and likes to wield that power.” He shrugged. “So, we’ll take away her power.”

She just stared at him for a long moment, and he wondered if he said the wrong thing. Then, she launched herself at him, forcing him to catch her with his hands on her ass as she wrapped herself around him. She slammed her lips to his and forced her tongue past his lips, not that he would have objected to that action at all.

As she kissed the hell out of him, he squeezed her ass in his hands and turned them so her back was pressed against the bookshelf. When she broke the kiss and tilted her head to the side, Rebel took that opportunity to kiss and nip along her neck. He pressed his hips against her core, letting her feel the effect she had on him.

“Rebel,” she moaned as he kissed his way down to her cleavage.

“If you want me to stop, you need to say so. Otherwise, I’m fucking you right here,” he growled into the curves of her breasts.

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