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Rebel
After hanging around Miami for two days searching for clues I’m back home.
I questioned neighbors, watched the garage and house for signs of them—nothing. Not a damn trace of information. It’s as if they’re motherfuckin’ ghost.
I even had Truth search the local school’s files for a kid resembling Colt. Dead ends everywhere he looked. When he investigated the house they were living in, the names on the deed to the house disappeared before he could read them, the fucking address completely vanished from the database.
Grim’s sorry ass knows I’m home and has called me into a meeting with Romeo. I don’t want to look at either of their sorry mugs. Lying sacks of shit. Tread can kiss my ass, that motherfucker knew too. I’m not sure I want to stay in the club. The club is supposed to be my family and have my back. All they are doing is fucking me up the ass bareback and without any lube! Bastards.
As bad as I want to leave, I remember I still have a brother, one who wants me in his life and needs my guidance. I gotta stick around for JT, he’s my blood. For his sake I will forgive and move on. If Striker don’t want me in his life then fuck him, him and Baby can live their lie wherever in the fuck they are. Good riddance.
JT is coming over for dinner before I go to choir. Guess he took what I said to heart and followed my advice. He’s got him a new woman, Kimmie. I know of her, from her hanging around at the Roadhouse, and from her dancing at Pink Lips, she didn’t want to stay on as an Oasis girl, too many bad memories. I don’t know if JT knows what he’s getting into with her. She’s club property and he’s not patched. Unless Kimmie moves out of the Roadhouse, she’s club pussy.
I suspect that's why he’s coming over.
The kids are full of it this evening, excited that I’m home. Miracle has clung to me since I came through the door. Chelle could barely give me a hug and kiss to welcome me home.
JT and Kimmie knock at the door. Axel and Harley let them in. Abel is on his momma’s hip as she sets the table.
“Welcome to the madhouse.” Chelle laughs, as JT trips over a tricycle in the middle of the floor.
“Guys, I told ye, riding toys go outside.” I shake my head and JT laughs.
“It’s all good, brother. Let them play.”
Kimmie goes into the kitchen with Chelle to help finish up. I send the kids along after them so we can talk.
JT takes a seat on the couch having to move stuffed animals out of the way. It does no good to pick up this shit. The kids drag their crap back out five minutes after we put away. Chelle says our house is lived in and full of love. I agree with her. I wouldn't argue with the woman.
“What brings ye by?” I know why, but I want to see how he’s gonna handle his business.
“You were right.” I grin hearing it, I don’t get to be right very often, not living with a woman like Chelle. “So you know Kimmie and know she’s promised pussy.” I nod, damn he’s picking up things fast. I’m proud. “I know I’m not patched, but she wants to go to nursing school. The Club paid her tuition, but she isn’t gonna be no man’s whore but mine. I’m here for advice. I want to know what I can do to make sure she gets in school and stays out of Stone’s bed.”
“Is that all?” I smirk. I already have it squared away, but I want to watch him sweat a little. Can’t have him thinking big brother is always gonna come to the rescue. I’m no one’s hero. “What do ye think I can do about it. She made her deal on her own terms. You gotta earn that patch if ye want it. Only thing I can tell ye is get used to seeing her get fucked, a lot.” It’s so hard to keep a straight face.
I can see his fists clenching and the anger bubbling in his veins. He’s my brother all right.
“You know, I thought you were different, man, but you’re an asshole like everyone else. Should’ve known I can only count on myself. Fuck you. Fuck your club.” He stands to get his bitch and leave. The look on his face mirrors our father’s.
I can’t hold it together any longer. I bust out laughing. “Damn, man, chill out. But see now ye know she’s the one. You’d give up anything to have her. You’d forget everything and piss on the world, including telling ye brother to go to hell. I’ll take care of it. Kimmie can work at Oasis, as a hostess. She doesn’t have to dance. The girls are going to need someone else with Amy’s being pregnant too. I have the cabin next door. It’s empty if you and Kimmie want it. I know the apartment over the tat shop is cramped. Let me worry about your claim on her. I’ll deal with Stone. I have choir later it’ll get dealt with.”
“Are you serious? You had me going and I was like fuck.”
“You’re my brother. I’ll do anything for ye, just don’t expect me to wipe your ass. I have enough of them to wipe around here already.”
“What about asses, Daddy?” Axel asks with a cheesy grin.
“Come here, don't let your mother hear ye.” I scruff up his hair.
“What don’t you want me to hear?” Chelle is standing behind me, and Axel has that uh oh look.
“Men’s talk,” I tell her, and Axel laughs as though it’s the funniest thing ever.
“Oh men’s talk is it. Well then bring you and your men to the table for dinner.”
The three of us get up and start for the kitchen.
Axel looks at JT and says, “Hey, Uncle JT, your girlfriend has a big ol booty.” He even motions his hands to show just how big.
“Just how I like it, little man,” JT tells him.
Chelle tries to hide her laughter, but I can see it creeping across her cheeks as she grabs his ear. “That's not nice.”
“Well it’s true, you said I should always tell the truth, Momma.”
“He’s got ye there, woman,” I tell her, and she points a finger at me.
“Don’t you start.”
“Darlin, I’m revved up and ready. JT and Kimmie can handle the kids and dinner. They owe me. It’s been days, woman, and I want ye.”
I don’t have to tell my wife twice. She’s all over a free babysitter and my dick.
“Come on, little man. You can tell Kimmie how much we like her big butt,” JT jokes grabbing him up in his arms as I lead my Chelle Belle down the hall to bed.