Page 41 of Rebel's Fairytale

“Three?” She painted what she hoped they thought was appropriate disgust on her face and held up a hand to her face. “Those women don’t realize what they are?”

“Oh, they know,” Buzz-cut’s brother spat. “They just fall on their dicks and pretend they aren’t the disgusting creatures that they really are!”

“Relax, Charles,” Buzz-cut said through gritted teeth. “This isn’t helping.”

“Maybe…” Messer cleared her throat, pretending she was about to volunteer to do something she was scared to do. “Maybe, if I had as much information on them as you know, I could… I dunno… find a way to make them… disappear. I… uh… know some people.” She looked over at Niles, the man she met at the diner, and found him giving her a proud grin. He didn’t believe her shy, unsure act, but he didn’t have any idea who she really was.

The seamstress, Dorothy, leaned forward and smiled at her. “I know more than anyone else here. I’ll make you a list of members and their spouses. Their lackeys change all the time, so I don’t know about them, but I can get you the rest.”

“Do you… do you know what…animalsthey are?”

Dorothy nodded. “Well, most of them.”

Perfect.

Bri

Bri was having the best morning. It started with her waking up with Rebel’s body over hers. He was kissing along her shoulder and just holding her. The moment she let out a moan and wrapped her arms around him, Rebel shifted his hips between her thighs and moved his lips to hers.

“Good morning,” he had whispered against her lips, between kisses.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, she reached over and snatched a condom from the drawer.

His gravelly chuckle sent pleasure shivers down her spine. He took the condom but didn’t put it on. Instead, he climbed out of bed, scooped her up, and carried her to the bathroom.

She had never enjoyed a shower more in her life.

When they were done, he kept her company while she got ready for work. His hands didn’t seem to be able to stop touching her though. He would touch her ass, tickle her side, grip her hips, anything and everything.

He stopped her when she went to put on her lip gloss. “Not yet,” he mumbled. Then he was kissing the holy hell out of her. After scrambling her brains, he stepped back with a grin on his face. “Okay. Go ahead.”

She put her lip gloss on, but her hand was shaking like crazy.

Once she was ready for work, he walked her out to the garage. Then, he went out to his bike and followed her to work, giving her a wink and a smile before he rode away.

Yes, she was having a great morning. Or at least, she had been until Sharon White stomped into the library and went off like a rocket.

The older woman stopped in front of Bri’s desk and put a hand to her hip. With her free hand, she wagged her finger at Bri. “I heard from my daughter’s friend that you posted about abikerleading the teen reading hour.”

Bri took a deep breath and let it out slowly, doing her best to remember that she was at her place of employment and needed to remain professional. “Yes, Mrs. White. Mr. Blau is an avid reader, patron, and respected member of the community who has already helped one young man foster his love of reading. I think it’s important that young men see other men showing a love for reading and not being ashamed of it.”

“But a man ofhis sortshouldn’t be aroundthe children. Someone inyourposition should know better. Not that it should surprise me that you don’t. From what I hear, you arewithhim.”

“Ma’am,” Bri began, once again, mentally reminding herself that she was at work, “who I date is no concern of yours or the town’s.”

“I beg to differ! You are a role model, and you’re flaunting your sex life with—“

“That’s enough. If you have an issue with the programs or how they are run at this library, you are free to take them up with the director, as she has already approved of them and the volunteers helping run them. If you have more commentary about my personal life, know that I have no desire to hear it. It has nothing to do with my job or the library. Is there anything else I can help you with today, or shall I call Debbie Reese and let her know you’re on your way to her office?”

“I think I’ll call her on my own time and inform her of yourunprofessionalbehavior. I’ll also be making sure she knows my husband and I, as well as ourwell-connectedfriends, will no longer be donating to this establishment, as long as you andthat trashare here.”

Bri just gave a nod. “Okay. Have a good day, Mrs. White.”

As she watched the woman storm out of the library, she lifted the phone from her desk and dialed the extension for the director. She was fuming at the intrusive nature of the complaint, as well as the disgusting way she was talking about Rebel. Her personal life was her own, and Rebel had done nothing to deserve those comments.

“Hello?”

“We’ve got a problem.”

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