“I challenge you for president of the Black Rebel Riders’ MC. You aren’t fit to wear that patch.” I spit my words at him trying to keep the anger clawing its way out at bay.
Chapter 20
“You accusing me of something, man,” he spits his venom back at me.
“Oh, brother, I am not accusing. I am telling you I know what you did. And today you got to answer for your sins against your family. Slim here has been running drugs behind all of our backs for the past fifteen or so years. That’s right I paid a visit to my father, and he told me all about your arrangement.”
The room erupts in chaos, some brothers unable to hear the truth and others like Romeo have a look on their faces as though they have felt the same feeling I have for all these years, that something was off with Slim all along.
“Your father? Care to elaborate, being you ain’t fuckin’ got one.” Slim puffs his chest out gaining some of his confidence back. A circle has now formed around us, and everyone is listening intently.
“That’s right my father. Jack 'Hook' Johnson. Fitting don’t you think that the Grim reaper would be the son of the Devil.” Romeo looks at me with a sad look on his face, and I hope that I didn’t just lose the one brother who has always had my back. I am counting on his vote tonight. “Tell them, Slim. Tell them how you made a deal with the devil to run his drugs. Tell them all how you, Benji, and Red set me up with the hope that Hook would kill me that day at the barn, when Jailbait lost his life in my place.” I give him a chance to deny it as he stands listening to my truth, his truth.
“Everything I have ever done has been for the good of this club, Grim, and you know that. Did you really think we could survive off the money from the moonshine? Why you were busy running the roads sticking your dick wherever it could get a taste, I was here busting my ass making moves and deals—securing the future of this club and our children. I was busy making something to leave behind so that our names can carry on.”
“No, brother. All you saw were dollar signs, and a lot of people died at our hands, for your lies, for a little extra cushioning in your back pocket. Let us put it to a vote. All those in favor of standing behind Slim, say aye.” The vote has to be majority in this event. A few brothers stand with Slim. “Alright, no hard feelings, boys. All those in favor of me taking the gavel, say aye.” Slim looks nervous, good he should be.
It’s been decided. I challenged Slim and won. I am now the president of The Black Rebel Riders’ MC. Slim and the rest of our brothers follow me to the basement for my first official choir where we will decide Slim’s fate.
I take my seat at the head of the table and call the meeting into order. No one in this room is armed. Everyone had to leave their weapons at the door. “First order of official business, what are we going to do with Slim?” I am all business now. I’d like to slit his throat and give him a happy face, but I have to follow procedure.
Romeo is the first to speak up, “I say we strip him of his patch, he is no brother of mine.”
“Here here,” a few of the other brothers concur. I consider all suggestions as I decide what choice of action I want to take. Do I kill him? Do I strip him of his patch? I know what has to be done to protect us from facing something like this again. The decision is hard. Slim was my oldest friend, we started this club together, but in the end, the motherfucker tried to off me, and he put me through hell for money and power, he has to answer for it.
“Slim Black, I hereby denounce you from the protection of The Black Rebel Riders’ MC. You are hereby dead to us, and no one will come to your aid. Your kids will have a choice as to whether they stay or go and no harm will come to them unless they raise a hand to strike at any member of this family.”
Slim accepts his fate like a man. I give him a few minutes alone with his boys, not because I have to, but because I care about them boys. This is for them. They deserve to say their goodbyes.
I have Stone lay a tarp out on the basement floor and get me a knife. I have never had to un-patch a brother, but the rules are in place for a reason. Slim has accepted his judgment like a man and steps into the center of the plastic naked. It is time to strip him of his ink. I step onto the tarp and look Slim dead in the eyes as I pierce his flesh with the tip of the blade, shaving the top layer of his president tattoo on his right shoulder. He cries out in pain, and tears fall down his face as freely as the blood trickling down his arm.
Each patched brother including his sons takes their turn doing this act to every tattoo connected to our club. He is no longer marked as a brother of ours. Slim passed out about three brothers back. Doing this is tearing me up inside but he chose this the moment he betrayed me and the club. It’s not an easy life, but it’s mine.
“Loved you, brother.” I place a kiss on his temple before I pull the trigger sending him where he belongs, where we will one day meet again, the highway to hell.
“I’m sorry, boys, nothing personal.” I embrace Striker and Rebel in my arms as the tears for their fallen hero falls from their faces.
Some of the potentials come into the room to wrap up Slim’s body and dispose of him, he doesn’t get to be buried with club honors.
He will be buried in an unmarked grave, away from here, and we will never speak of him as our brother again.
**
The next day I am called to meet with Hook once more. The grumpy old crow wants my answer though I suspect he already knows what my choice is. I think all along he has been counting on it.
“What say you?” He lays his gavel on the table that separates us. He looks even more ill than he did the day before.
I pick up his gavel, flipping it between my hands. “I have made a decision. I will accept your gavel, but not as your predecessor but as the man who puts an end to your power, your way of life. The Devils Rejects will cease to exist, your men who wish to fall in line and stand behind me drug free will be given immunity.” He coughs and laughs at me as I put a bullet between his eyes sending him home.
When his body hits the floor and envelope falls from his cut, I pick it up before the blood soaks into it. It has my name on it. I open the envelope and there is a letter inside.
Grim,
If you are reading this letter then you passed the ultimate test, you are now truly a man worthy of the title president. You have made me prouder than any man can ever hope to be of his son. You followed in your old man’s footsteps and made a life of your own at your choosing. The road that has led you to power is paved in blood, sweat, and tears. It wasn’t an easy journey, but you made it. Enclosed you will find a key to a safety deposit box leaving you everything. Ride free or die trying.
Congratulations,
Hook
**
I am seated at the bar getting my new ink. Inkman is setting up his equipment so he can mark me with the last teardrops I ever plan to receive on my body. Not saying I will never kill again, but I have spilled enough blood over the years. Sunshine is sitting next to me looking finer than ever. She smiles at me flashing me that come fuck me smile. Her and I are about to hit the road for the next week, I owe her a honeymoon. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know that I don’t plan on going anywhere for a long motherfuckin’ time.
Most of the Devils Rejects scattered once they learned of Hook’s death and my plans to disband them. I am sure I haven’t heard the last of them, but that journey is for another day. I look into the kitchen at Baby and Rumor working side by side, and I can only hope that whatever road they choose, it is nothing like mine. There is something going on between them, I fear it is boy trouble. Sunshine keeps trying to tell me to keep my nose out of it and let them sort things in their own time.
Things within the club are still calming down, it is going to take some time for everyone to adjust to all of the changes, and it will be even longer before some earn my trust. I glance over at Rebel and Striker playing a game of pool. I still love them boys as if they were my own, but I know one day they are going to want me to a
nswer to their father’s death. Although if either of them is at the center of this feud between my girls, they are going to have hell to pay.
A note from the Author
Dear Reader,
Thank you for supporting my work, as a self-published author, your support means more than you will ever know. With all of my stories I take a lot of freedom with my creative license in creating the characters and places, none of the events in this work are real. In this series I went against some of the more traditional terms when it comes to MC books, because I don't want my books to be the same old song and dance, I hope you can respect my choice as an artist in doing so. If you enjoyed this book, I hope you consider leaving a review for it on the site you purchased it from.
Happy reading,
Glenna xx
Acknowledgments
A huge thank you to my girls, Glenna's Rebels, you ladies are wonderful, you know who you are.
Laura and Colleen thank you so much for all of your insight while I was writing this, I will never be able to tell you how much I appreciate it.
To my peeps in #WriteClub thanks for pushing me and keeping me motivated to write.
To all of the MC readers out there who have embraced this series with open arms thank you...Grim, the boys and myself are blown away by the support you have shown us.
Morgan thank you for encouraging me to do things my way and to go against the grain.
To my HBIC Liz, I loves you to bits, you have been with me from the beginning and I can never repay you for always having my back.
To my favorite bitch Dawn, thank you for being you, and keeping things interesting ha ha, I am still working on your KA list. A real friend isn't afraid to hurt your feelings if you need to hear it. I love that about you.
Nickie you have stuck right with me through so much this past year and always have my back, thank you for being a friend and one of my biggest supporters. And thanks for being my eyes on this book and giving it to me straight, love you big time :)
Brett, thank you for always supporting me and encouraging me to never give up, I love you most.
Last but not least thank you to everyone who has been a constant support during this crazy journey.
Black Rebel Riders' MC
Book 3
Baby
Black Rebel Riders' MC
Book 3
Glenna Maynard
Baby © 2014 Glenna Maynard
This is a work of fiction. Names characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, business, establishments, locals or events is entirely coincidental. Any reference to real events, business, organizations or locals is intended only to give the fiction a sense of realism and authenticity.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means – electronic, mechanical, photographic (photocopying), recording, or otherwise – without prior permission in writing from the author.
The author acknowledges the copyrighted or trademarked status and trademark owners of the word marks mentioned in this work of fiction Harley Davidson.
Dedication
This series is dedicated to some people who have meant the world to me. Their love of Harley Davidson and rock 'n roll is something I will always carry with me. Foxy Roxie, Elmer Lee (Cowboy) and my parents Glen & Alice. Thank you for all of the wonderful influences you placed upon me. Roxie, Elmer and dad I hope you all are riding on that highway in the sky.
Baby
Deep in the hills of Drag Creek Kentucky, there is a group of outlaws, whose love of moonshine and motorcycles runs in their blood. They are known as the Black Rebel Riders' MC. My name is Baby, you came along for the ride during my father's journey, and this is my story, better put on your brain bucket, it is going to be a bumpy ride...
It is a long hard road to find your way home; hearts will be broken and mended along the way, this is no ordinary love story.
For as long as Baby can remember, there has only ever been one way of life— the Black Rebel way. When the leadership of the club changes hands, Baby finds herself caught between the only man she desires and her oath to her father. As the struggle for power within the club begins, Baby finds herself unable to choose between love and loyalty.
"How do you stay when the person who owns your heart, body and soul belongs to another? Where do broken hearts go, when home is all you know, but home is where he is...?"
Rumor is clear about one thing in her life, she doesn't want to be any mans property. She fights with everything in her being to deny the attraction she feels to a man, who belongs in the world she is desperate to escape.
Rebel Black is at a crossroad in his life, faced with choices he isn't prepared to make. The life he was born to lead is within his grasp, all he has to do is take it, but everything comes with a price. Will Rebel make the ultimate sacrifice and deny what's in his blood for a chance at love, or will he pay with his heart and become the man that he fears...
Contents
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
About the author
Acknowledgements
Preface
Our life isn't pretty— it's rough. We thrive on blood, sweat, tears, family, moonshine, and most of all motorcycles...
They say a woman's heart is an ocean of secrets and I will do anything to protect mine. Cradling my newborn son in my arms, I already know what I must do. I am going to give Sunshine and Grim the gift of a son. They can give him things I can't. What matters is that I do what's best for this dark-haired angel who is depending on me to give him the world. I can't provide him the family he deserves. His father doesn't have a clue he belongs to him and he never will if I have anything to do with it. How do you stay when the person who owns your heart, body and soul belongs to another? Where do broken hearts go when home is all you know, but home is where he is...
Is there such a thing as loving someone too much–too hard? I think maybe the world wasn't ready for the love we shared, it was a ride or die love. Love either grows or dies. If it grows, it expands beyond the depths of our reach, but if it dies, there is no getting it back.
God how I loved that boy and the man I thought he would be, but that boy grew up and that man only ever existed in my heart. I can't say exactly where it all went wrong, not that any of it was ever right to start with. So how I did I get to this point. I guess you could say it began the day I discovered I never really was in love with Rebel Black and in time, I found myself drawn to someone new.
Chapter 1
16 years old
Baby
I have never been what most would consider a good girl, but considering who my parents are, I'd call that a compliment. My name is Baby. Yeah seriously, that is what my father named me. If you have met him then well, you understand. However, if you don't know him my birth father is Grim, as in the Grim reaper. Well in these hills and in motorcycle clubs across the states that is his road name. I call him my birth father because as long as I have known my father, he has always skipped out at the first sign of anything real. Except for the past few years he has been playing daddy. My real dad well his name was Slim—the man who raised me, alongside of his wife Foxie, the closest thing to a mom I have ever had, besides Sunshine, my dad's wife. Sunshine hasn't been in the picture long enough to really matter to me. She tries, don't get me wrong, but I am a little
too old to need a mommy. That ship has sailed. I am ready to become an old lady, to be top bitch, it is what I was raised to be—the perfect biker wife.
Wiping my tears, I do what I do best—take care of my brothers of the wheel and steel. The mood is somber as I make my way around the tiny living room of the cabin handing out drinks. It’s crowded. There are nearly twenty-five of us packed like sardines into this cramped cabin in the woods—Slim's old fishing cabin. Last night we lost a great man at the hands of my father. Most would say Slim had it coming, but that doesn't make his loss any easier to take. We all loved him. Hell, even after everything they went through, Grim loved him too.
Rebel and Striker are his sons, my best friends, my protectors in this crazy life. Right now, they are hurting. All I want to do is wrap my arms around them and shelter them from the hurt, like they have always done for me, but this is a pain I can't heal. My own heart feels like it has been thrown into a blender. I love Rebel and Striker more than I love anything or anyone. They have always been by my side.
Growing up I never thought our way of life was what some would call abnormal, that was until middle school. Girls used to call me trailer trash, well until they met my temper—I am hot blooded, just like my father, but the buck stops there. On the outside, I am very much my mother's daughter. I have her red hair, creamy skin, and a few freckles. Anyone who meets me tells me how strikingly beautiful my eyes are. Rebel used to say my eyes had him mesmerized when we were kids.
Rumor joins me in the kitchen away from the larger part of the grieving crowd. I look her over and wonder what makes her more appealing to Rebel than me. We are both built like a brick shit house. She has strawberry-blonde hair where I have red. We share our mother’s eyes, wild honey colored with sparks in them. We are both covered in tattoos and piercings. I am equally just as beautiful as she is. My father took custody of Rumor—my half-sister (Sarah) two years ago. My life was perfect until she came along. I had Rebel until he found her.
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