hard. I am about ten seconds from blowing this motherfucker's head off right here and now in front of everyone in this dinky bar.
Leaning in real close I speak quietly trying to keep my temper in check, "you stay away from Baby, you don't even think about her you feel me. If I suspect that you even jack off while thinking about her I'll cut your dick off and make you consume it."
"So you must be her man, climbing up the ladder quickly to get to the top aren't you? And you just exposed your weakness—Baby. Have to say that smart mouth of hers makes my cock jump." Lucky lights up a cigarette looking so full and sure of himself.
Pulling my switchblade from my pocket I keep the tip to his throat, "Are fucking dumb? You must be dumb, say her name again, I'll slit you from ear to ear right here. Final warning."
He lays both hands flat on the table in surrender with his cigarette hanging from his mouth. "I see we are at an impasse. We could co-exist peacefully Rebel. We don't deal in your territory and you don't sell your moonshine in ours, it is simple really. Talk it over with your Prez, Baby has my number."
"I don't handle that cocksucker's business and I'm not his messenger."
"Ah I get it you want Grim gone, what if I told you I want the same. Think we could reach an agreement then?" He asks with a sly grin.
"I'll be in touch." I have a lot to think about—sure, I want Grim gone, he killed my father, but I am not an idiot either...Things within our own club are still getting under control after the death of my father and with Grim's new role as Prez. Grim and Sunshine put their honeymoon on hold until things slowed down and it looks like the minute he has left trouble is knocking on our backdoor.
After getting my thoughts in order I set out for the Roadhouse, Baby should be working tonight. I am going to put an end to her game right fucking now. I don't know what she is playing at but her fucking around with the Rejects ends today.
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I walk into the backdoor of the Roadhouse and Rumor is here too, fuck . I don't need this to go down in front of her.; I know she will get the wrong impression. She looks so good; her strawberry blonde hair is resting on top of her head in a messy bun. She is dressed in a pair of cut-off denim shorts, showing off her tan lean legs. She is wearing a black tank top that hugs her breasts showing just enough cleavage to drive me wild. She throws her head back laughing at something Tread just said through the window where orders are placed in the kitchen. My first thought is to walk over to where she stands and kiss that smile on her face, and rip down her hair so I can rake my fingers through it as she presses her tight body up against mine. Fuck, I scrub my hands over my forehead. Now is not the time to be getting a hard on.
Baby comes sauntering through the door from the storage room carrying a roll of paper towels. She sees me and a wicked grin spreads across her face. "Rebel," she squeals my name causing Rumor to nearly jump out of her skin. Don't get me wrong Baby is fierce and starting to look like a woman, fuck who am I kidding...Baby has looked developed since she was fifteen, now she is seventeen and has curves in all of the right places. She is dressed to grab attention sporting a pair daisy dukes and a button down shirt exposing her budding breasts, girl is already marked in plenty of ink, and her pierced navel is exposed. But she doesn't give me the feelings I get when I see Rumor, there is something different about her. Hell for all I know it could be the fact that I can't have her that is driving me wild, but I intend to find out after I handle this shit with Baby.
"Baby, I need to talk to you in private, in my room. Now!"
She places the roll of paper towels she was holding on the prep table and smiles innocently at Rumor. "I'll be back after I fulfill Rebel's request." She winks at her and I don't miss the tear that is threatening to leak from the corner of Rumor's
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