Just Ride Black Rebel Riders' MC Volume 1

by Glenna Maynard

  My strawberry blonde hair is in a fishtail braid laying to my left shoulder, and my makeup is always minimal, but I wear enough to give myself that extra zing. I dress in my favorite Harley shirt, my black Chucks and a pair of ripped pants. When I came here, I didn’t have anything but the clothes on my back. The shirt I am wearing is one of Grim’s old shirts, and it is so worn and soft. He gave me some of his t-shirts to wear until they got me my own things. I have done away with most of what he gave me but this one is my favorite. I spray myself with some body spray for the final touch other than my cross ring. It belonged to my mother, and I never take it off except for when I shower. Baby wears her engagement ring. Even though she is a little bitch, I am glad we both have a ring to remember our mother with.

  Over at the Roadhouse it is Friday night the place is packed for Runner getting his patch today. The Black Rebel Riders’ sure do love a good party. I am trying my best to help Sunshine get all of the orders out in a timely fashion. It’d be real nice if Baby would get back in the kitchen instead of flirting. She knows she isn’t supposed to be out there. Grim isn’t here tonight or she wouldn’t be getting by with it. Sunshine says there isn’t time to worry about it to quit my bitching and get back to work. It’s not fair. Not that I want to be out front with all of those men, but why does she get to slack off?

  After two hours of nonstop cooking and having grease splattered across my arm burning me twice the orders have stopped coming in and the guys are focused on getting drunk and getting some strange. Betty is here tonight, all the women from the Fox’s Den are here as a courtesy to the club. I don’t know how Rebel and Striker stand to see their mom parading around out there like a common everyday whore.

  I am in the back-storage room getting some ice to cool myself with. The kitchen gets so hot from having two ovens and fryers going in the small room. I am standing with my eyes closed enjoying a minute of downtime before I have to start on the dishes. I have an ice cube rubbing it over my lips when I hear someone clear their throat. Rebel is looking at me as if he wishes he were the ice cube. The ice has begun to melt and is running down my chin through my fingers and off my lips.

  Rebel walks over to me and licks the water from my mouth. He catches me off guard and for a moment, I enjoy his touch—the scruff of his beard scratching my skin, but my mind flashes to him with his head back, pants around his ankles, with my sister’s lips around his cock.

  I push him away. “Don’t, Rebel. Just don’t.” He takes my hand in his, holding it against his chest, the look he has tells me he knows where my mind went.

  “I told you, I don’t remember that night. I would have never done that with Baby knowingly. It kills me. She is like my younger sister. I care about her, but I don’t feel for her the way I feel for you.” He lets go of my hand and runs his hands through his blond hair. If I weren’t so pissed off at him, it would be so fucking attractive. “I have watched over her from the time she was a baby, it was always me, her, and Striker. You gotta know I would not touch her that way.” I would like to believe him so we can get past this awkwardness between us, but he is a man, and men lie.

  He trails his fingers down the front of my jeans, stopping above my pubic area, he takes a hold of the polka dot fabric—my panties and tugs on them, making me break out in a cold sweat. The only man to ever go near my panties was Squirrel. My mind tries to go to that dark place where the demons hide, but somehow I will them away when I hear Rebel whispering in my ear, “I never knew polka dots could be so sexy, Rumor.” His teeth catch on my ear, and I shrink back from him. He is so not getting in my panties.

  The door swings open causing us both to jump. “There you are. You owe me a game of pool.” Baby wraps herself around him like a damn scarf. “Don’t you have dishes to wash, Rumor?” It’s clearly not a question, but it is her way of brushing me off, and like the rest of the guys around here, Rebel turns and follows her like a lost puppy dog.

  Back in the kitchen Sunshine gives me a look I have seen a lot of thanks to Baby and her stories—pity. “Rumor, I can finish up in here if you want to go out and join the party. Grim isn’t due home until tomorrow. Not that he can stop you, you are eighteen now. Baby seems to be enjoying herself.”

  I can’t help but look through the small window used for placing orders and staring at Baby as she rubs her hands up and down Rebel’s arm seductively. Striker comes over and joins them. They have always been the three musketeers, which is what Foxie calls them. I understand that they are close. Baby used to live with them before I moved here. The three of them are laughing. Striker is dancing with Baby and Rebel is sipping his beer oblivious to the fact that Baby is using them both. Maybe I am just jealous that I never had that—real friends and never will.

  “No, I don’t have any desire to go out there and make an ass of myself. If you want to go on, I can handle it.”

  “If you are sure, I am going to go home and enjoy a nice hot bath and give Grim a call. I hate when he goes on runs.”

  I nod for her to go on and start scrubbing the kitchen, the quicker I close down the kitchen the faster I can go home and curl up with a good book. Striker comes in looking for something to wipe his glasses with. He and Rebel might be brothers and only a year apart, but they look nothing alike. Where Rebel looks a lot like their dad, Striker favors their mom. He has that smart pretty boy look going until you see all of his tattoos.

  “You skipping out on the party?” he asks as he reaches into the cabinet where Sunshine keeps some of her cleaning supplies for quick use.

  “You know that has never been my scene.” I start to put the veggies in the cooler thinking we are done with this conversation.

  “You know Baby will get over her infatuation with him sooner than you think.” He puts his glasses back on. “You should come play darts with us when you are finished in here. Live a little.” He smacks me on the ass and laughs as he turns to go back to the bar. Striker is just one of those people you can’t get mad at no matter what flies out of their mouth or how ignorant they act.

  And I decide you know what, I am sick of playing it safe. What is one party going to do? I can enjoy myself and not worry about some out of towner thinking he can put his hands on me. All the guys are here but Grim, and they wouldn’t let anyone hurt me.

  I go into the back bathroom and touch up my face before I walk out front and surprise the shit out of everyone by joining the celebration. I never knew it would mean so much to them to have me join them. All the guys are wanting to be the first I do a shot with. I can see Baby giving me the death glare, jealous that I’m getting some of her attention.

  I am sitting at the bar with Romeo. I know I am safe with him. Rebel comes over and takes up the stool next to me. “So you can drink with his old ass, but you can’t have a drink with me.”

  “Well you see, Romeo isn’t an asshole like you. So yea I can have a shot with him and not you.” I turn my attention back to Romeo and his story about his kids, he and LL just had another baby recently.

  Romeo laughs. “I have to piss something fierce. You got your hands full with this one, son, and I’m not sure you can handle her."

  “It’s her that can’t handle me,” he retorts, scooting closer than necessary to talk to me. “Do you want me to come over tonight, you know in case you have nightmares.”

  “I think I will be okay.” A part of me is yearning to tell him yes I want him to sleep over, but I don’t want him getting the wrong idea. He thinks he can get into my pants, and there is no need to give the guy false hope. “Goodnight, Rebel.” I pat him on the arm and head home to enjoy my book after all. I look back to the bar before heading out and Baby is already in his lap. Yeah he wouldn’t touch her alright.

  Men.

  Chapter 19

  Drag Creek Kentucky

  Grim

  I received a letter today that I was not ready for or expecting. I mean I knew it would come for me one day, but I am not prepared to meet with that dirty motherfucker. Hook has left
me instructions to come alone. He didn't say to come unarmed, but I know I won’t get within twenty feet of him with a weapon. When he sent me the box of Red’s financial affairs, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I learned some things that left me scratching my head. Red and Benji were legally married. How could she not have mentioned something so important when I asked her to be mine? She was also wealthy. There is a trust fund set up for Sarah that she will receive on her twenty-first birthday. Rightfully the money should be split between her and Baby, but I have Baby taken care of.

  When I started looking through her papers and assets it hit me that I never really knew her—Kara Marie, Gypsy Red, whatever her name really was. I still love her because she was Baby’s mom, I always will, but now Sunshine owns the biggest piece of me. I dread going inside and telling her that I am meeting with the head of the Devils Rejects, but I will not lie to her, and she knows not to try and stand in my way.

  “We need to talk.” I take her by her hand and lead her to the bedroom. She takes a seat on the bed. I look at her and I know what I am about to say is going to upset her but here goes nothing. “I have to go to a meeting...with Hook.”

  She nods in understanding and starts fidgeting with her hands, as if she needs to be doing something but she isn’t sure what.

  “The time has come to pay my debt. I don’t know what he is going to ask of me, but I know whatever it is will cost me greatly.”

  “I trust you, Grim. I know that whatever you have to do, you will do whatever you think is best for us.” I love that she doesn’t try to fight me on the big stuff and that she has enough faith in us to let things be.

  “If anyone asks you don’t know where I went. You think I mentioned going over to see Skull at his place.”

  “You got it. I’ll see you soon.” She kisses me passionately, and I would like to tear her clothes off and fuck her again like I did this morning, but I am ready to get this shit over with. I can take my time making love to her sweet pussy when I get home tonight.

  **

  “Don’t you think if I wanted you dead you would be, and if you wanted to kill me you would have done it years ago. Goddamn, boy. Sit down and stay a while. All of your pacing is irritating.” I don’t know how he has this effect on me, but this dirty son of a bitch has a way of making me feel like I am a kid again.

  Reluctantly I take a seat in the chair closest to the door, in case I need to make a fast exit. Not that I will need one by the looks of Hook. Old age isn’t doing him any favors. He looks weak and pale. Nothing like the Devil he used to be.

  It is only the two of us here in this office. For once, he stayed true to his word and came alone as did I.

  “Get to the point, old man. What do you want from me?” I cut to the chase. There’s no sense in pussy footing around.

  He scrubs his gruff grey beard. “Might as well get comfortable, I have a story to tell you, son.” I lean back in my chair and wait for him to elaborate. “Your mother and I were an item, don’t know if you remember that or not but we were. I loved her.” I instantly tense at the mention of my mother, his whore. “I didn’t do right by her or you, and for that I am sorry. What happened with her was my fault. You see I loved her, but I couldn’t marry her. I already had a family. I thought bringing her to the clubhouse so I could see her when I pleased would make things easier for her, but it only made things worse. I know it killed her having to watch me from afar, only able to be with me when it was convenient for me.”

  I don’t want to walk down memory lane. “Why are you telling me this shit? I don’t want to talk about her.” She’s dead. I killed the bitch, and nothing can change that. Motherfucker better get to the point soon or I am going to lose my cool. My patience is wearing thin, I need him to tell me what the fuck he wants and be done with it.

  “Because I am your father, Jack, and you need to know everything to fully understand. Why do you think Shirley named you Jack? She named you after me. Jack Johnson. Giving you the surname Jones was the closest she could come to giving you mine.” I am a grown man and hearing this shit is enough to make me sick.

  I can’t be his son. No fucking way.

  “I set all of this in motion, Grim. Everything was all a part of my plan.” He waves his hand like it isn’t all that important and takes a drag off his cigarette.

  “What plan?” I ask frustrated by him giving me nothing but more unanswered questions.

  “To see who the better son would be. To see who could fill my shoes. I want you to takeover when I go. I am going to pass my gavel to you, son.” Is he crazy? Why in the fuck would I believe any of his bullshit? “Don't believe me?” He makes an impassive face. “Ask Skull. He knows I am your father. Better yet, ask that queer you are so fond of Slim. He knew from the get-go that Benji was setting you up. He wanted you out of the picture because he knew you would never sign off on dealing and running my drugs. Kara was in on it too, though Benji never counted on her falling in love with you. I give you credit, boy. Stealing your brother’s wife, that my son took balls.” I really wish he'd stop calling me son. Every time that word leaves his mouth, I want to reach over and rip his tongue from his mouth to keep from hearing it again.

  I don’t have to listen to this shit. I stand to leave, and he cuts me off, “You know you want to hear all of my story and hear what I am offering. Sit down, boy. I am not through with you. You’ll go when I say you can.” His face is flushed, and his breathing is labored. He pulls out a napkin from his cut and coughs up blood, brushing it off as if it were nothing. Reluctantly I take my seat, but fuck. I need a joint for this bullshit.

  “Where was I?” He seems to be collecting his thoughts. Could the devil himself really be dying? He sounds weak and looks it too.

  “Why tell me these things now, why wait?” I ask wanting to hear something that makes sense.

  “Because I’m dying. It’s terminal. I told you, my gavel is going to fall to you. You passed the test, you sacrificed everything and won. I put my money on the wrong son. Benji was never made for being a leader.”

  “So everything I have been through was what a game to you?”

  “No, you pissy face son bitch, it was a test, you ain’t listening to a word I’m saying.” He spits and coughs into the blood-stained napkin once more.

  My head is in my hands. I don’t know what to think or make of anything he has said. Everyone I want answers from is dead except Slim. Hook has crossed the room he is standing in front of me. “I need to know your choice, are you going to take my place, son? You going to do what you were born to do? The clock is ticking.”

  “I need to go. I need to think.” I stand not looking him in the eyes because I am afraid if I do, I will see pieces of me staring back at me.

  “We will be in touch soon.” He steps out of my way and I get on my bike, I need to be on the road. I can't accept these things as true. I am in charge of my destiny, not him, not no man.

  I find myself at Red’s grave. If I could reach down into the soil and pull her rotted corpse out and make it talk I would. Everything starts to click into place as I really think about everything since the day I met Red. Why didn’t I find it strange that Slim claimed Red killed Benji before I even told him I had her at my place? Or why Hook didn’t kill Red that day at the barn or me, he had the perfect opportunity. My gut told me that Red was playing me, but I felt a spark with her, what we shared was real. Baby is proof of that.

  “I loved you so motherfuckin’ much, Red. Why did you do it? Was it for money or was it out of fear? Was Benji holding Sarah over your head so you’d go along with his plan? You could have told me the truth. I would have helped you anyway. But you fucked up, didn’t you? You helped me, you fell in love with me, and Benji killed you for it.” Kissing two of my fingers, I touch the top of her headstone. “This is the last time I will come here, goodbye, Red. One day I’ll meet you on the other side and you can explain it all then.”

  These feelings I have been experiencing when it comes to Slim, I k
new he was dirty. Motherfuckin’ knew it. He is going to pay. I send out a mass text to all the members of The Black Rebel Riders’ MC. I tell them to bring their wives too. Slim is going to answer to me and our family for his betrayal. He can't lie his way out of it today. I can see him clearly now for the piece of shit he is.

  As I am getting on my bike, my phone rings. Sunshine’s name is flashing on the screen. I answer and tell her not to worry that everything will be known soon. I don’t have time to explain it to her. She will find out with everyone else what my choice is. When I get to the Roadhouse there is a few brothers unaccounted for. I go over to the bar and take a seat by Romeo, he passes me his jar of shine and I take a long hard swig, downing it all.

  “You alright, brother?” He gives me a long, hard stare.

  “No, but I will be.” I turn and face everyone, my family, all of my brothers. Slim is staring at me with a lost expression on his face. It is as if he knows that his time has come, that the motherfuckin’ Grim reaper has finally come for him. He will be one of the final teardrops to mark my chest.

  The room goes quiet as I walk to the center of the room. “I have asked you all here today because we have a traitor among us, someone has betrayed us all.” Hushed whispers breakout within the group and everyone is now a suspect as all of my brothers look around the room at each other, but my eyes...my eyes are focused on one man—Slim. His eyes meet mine, and I can see as it all sinks in as his face wears a worried expression. He now knows that I have the proof to bring him down.

  Once the hushed whispers subside and the rest of my brothers follow my gaze, I continue with my reason for bringing them all here tonight. “Slim, brother, I am going to ask that you join me.” Reluctantly he comes to stand at my side. “I am also going to have to ask that you remove your cut and disarm.”

  “What in the hell is this, Grim?” He looks at me with a puzzled look on his face, trying to play dumb.