Renegade Reject (Renegade Sons MC)

by Emily Minton

  It’s nothing like I thought it would be. Instead of a giant church, we are having the ceremony out back of the clubhouse. Instead of my princess dress, I’m wearing a sleek, cream-colored satin dress that hugs my body, showing off our daughter that still rests safely in my womb. There’s no band, just Pebbles controlling a rented sound system. The fancy banquet has been replaced by barbeque and all the fixins. Instead of Prince Charming, I’ve got a biker. It’s all absolutely perfect.

  Grams smiles at me. “He loves you, Daisy girl. He wanted you to have your dream.”

  Looking around the room filled with my family and friends, I know that he gave me more than my dream; he gave me my reality. I go to wipe a tear from my eye, but Ice grabs my hand before I can reach it. “No more of that shit. I’ve done your make-up twice already.”

  She dabs my eyes with a tissue and smiles. “You look perfect, just like a princess.”

  Skittles shakes her head as she walks over to us. “Not quite perfect yet.”

  She leads me back to the chair and starts to weave bright yellow daisies into my hair. When she’s done, she steps back. “Now, she’s perfect.”

  “My Little Flower has always been perfect,” Dad says as he steps into the room.

  “Your dad is still sober,” Grams whispers into my ear. “He wants to walk you down the aisle.”

  I beam at Dad, so excited that I finally have a dad that I can count on. “I’m glad you’re here.”

  He walks past Grams and the girls as they exit the room. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Daisy girl.”

  He hesitates before pulling me into a hug. “I’m almost scared to touch to you. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful that I don’t want to mess anything up.”

  I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him as tight as I can, not caring about my dress, my hair, or anything but the feel of my Dad’s arms around me. He chuckles at my exuberance then pulls back. “We need to talk.”

  “Is something wrong?” Not today, please not today.

  He shakes his head. “Nope, at least I hope you won’t think so.”

  “What is it?”

  “I brought someone with me today. I was hoping you could meet her after the ceremony.”

  Her? He brought a woman to my wedding. The thought sends a smile to my lips. “Of course, Dad. Do I know her?”

  Most daughters would probably be angry right now, but not me. My dad had to put up with my mom’s shit for more than twenty years, and he deserves to find a little happiness. If this woman can do that, I’m all for it.

  “Her name’s Brenda.”

  “The Brenda?” I whisper, shocked to hear the same name I heard shouted between my mom and dad so many times throughout the years. I don’t know the woman, but I know Dad loved her and Mom hated her.

  He nods. “Yeah, my Brenda.”

  His Brenda? Wow... All this time, and he still thinks of her as his. “That’s good, Dad.”

  “Are you sure you’re okay with her being here? She said she would leave if you weren’t comfortable with it.”

  The fact that she even considered my feelings is enough to know I’m right. “I’m more than glad she’s here.”

  He smiles and takes my arm. “Okay, Little Flower. It’s time to take you to your husband.”

  PREACH

  As soon as Daisy steps out of the back of the clubhouse, I know I’ve made the right decision. My brothers can fuck with me all they want, call me a pussy every damn day, but seeing the smile on her face makes it all worth it.

  Kidd lets out a low whistle. “Brother, I was wrong. You’re not a pussy. You’re a fuckin’ genius. If Jenna wears a dress like that, I’ll give up on the whole Vegas plan.”

  “Told you, man. Anything for my woman.”

  As the opening tunes of Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd start, her father leads her between all of our friends and puts her hand in mine. “Take care of my girl.”

  “Every day of my life,” I vow, meaning every damn word.

  Daisy smiles up at me. “Hey, baby.”

  “Hey, Little Flower.” Looking down at her with awe, I take in the picture. “You look fuckin’ gorgeous.”

  She smiles as she reaches up and pulls on the sleeve of my leather. “You look handsome too.”

  I was surprised as shit when my sweet Old Lady came rushing into the common room screaming at the top of her lungs. Mary had said she would want me and my brothers to wear suits, at the very least. Well, Mary was wrong. Daisy made it clear that she was marrying me in my leathers, or she wasn’t marrying me at all.

  I let her know we were already married, so her threat didn’t really count. She let me know that it would count when we went to bed tonight. Even if I hadn’t hated the damn monkey suit and felt naked without my cut, I would have changed anyway. I’m not losing my wedding night pussy.

  Holt clears his throat to get our attention. As soon as his eyes meet Daisy’s, he smiles. His part was also a last minute change. Little Flower didn’t want a preacher. She said we didn’t need one. Considering we didn’t have one the first time either, she was right.

  She wanted someone she loved to lead the ceremony, and that someone was her Uncle Holt. He’s a tough motherfucker, but I swear he was nearly in tears when she asked him. He told her he had no idea what to do, but she told him as long as he was the one talking, anything that was said would be perfect.

  Everyone around us goes quiet as he starts to speak. “I’m not gonna ask who’s giving away the bride, because we all know that Preach stole her ass.”

  I hear chuckles from behind us, even a giggle from Daisy. I look down to her and see her eyes twinkling with laughter. “You kept trying to run away from me. What the hell else was I supposed to do?”

  She elbows me and looks back to Holt. He waits until everyone quiets down before continuing. “I’m not sure how this is supposed to go, so I’m gonna just say what’s on my mind.”

  His eyes narrow in on me. “Do you promise never to hurt my girl?”

  I nod, and he goes on. “Do you promise to protect her, even with your own life if needed?”

  “Hell, yeah.”

  He goes quiet for a second, considering his next words. “Do you promise to do your best to make her happy?”

  “Every damn day.”

  Daisy squeezes my hand and leans her body into my side before Holt looks toward her. “Daisy, girl, do you promise to act the way an old lady should?”

  “Yes.” She nods, and I know she will. Mary may not be an official old lady, but she has been a fuckin’ wonderful teacher anyway.

  He looks down to her belly. “Do you promise to be the momma that baby and any others you have will need?”

  “I’ll do my best.” There’s no doubt in my mind that our baby is gonna be lucky as hell to have Daisy as its mom.

  Holt hesitates again, thinking on what he should say. “Do you promise to love him like a good woman should?”

  She smiles up at me and repeats my words. “Every damn day.”

  I can’t stop myself from kissing her. Why should I? She’s mine. My tongue delves into her mouth as my hands make their way to her ass. She slowly pulls back and looks into my eyes. “I love you, Preach.”

  “I love you, Little Flower.”

  DAISY

  “Was it all you dreamed of?” Grams asks as she sits down beside me.

  The entire back yard of the compound is covered with good food, great friends, loving family, and loud music. “No, it’s so much more.”

  She smiles and leans forward to place a kiss on my cheek. “I’m so proud of you, sweetie.”

  “Why are you proud?”

  She grabs my hand, holding it tightly in hers. “You were scared shitless, but you still took a chance. You didn’t let fear hold you back and now look what you got.”

  My eyes search the crowd until I see Preach talking to Pebbles by the sound system. “I got everything.”

  She lets go of my hand and lays hers on my stomach. “Yes, baby,
you have everything.”

  I think about her words as Preach walks toward us. He has a devilish smile on his face; the kind that makes me want to drop my panties. “Daisy, get over here.”

  I notice he’s standing by the edge of the makeshift dance floor, and I feel my knees start to shake. He told me over and over that he wasn’t going to dance with me. He said he didn’t dance, and that the wedding was gonna have to be enough for me. I have to admit I was a little upset. Every woman wants a wedding dance, but he was giving me so much already that I let it go.

  I walk over to him as the first chords of A Thousand Years by Christina Perri rings out of the speakers. When I reach him, he leads me the rest of the way and wraps his arms around me. I circle his neck with my arms and lean my head against his shoulder. Swaying back and forth, he places a soft kiss on my temple. “I will love you for a thousand years, baby.”

  I don’t reply, just bury my face into his neck and smile. God, how did I get so lucky?

  We continue to dance until Reese comes up and taps Preach on the shoulder. “Sorry man, but you’re needed out front.”

  Preach’s body tightens as he releases his hold on me. “Fuck, brother. I’m dancing with my woman.”

  “I know, but... it’s important.”

  I know there is no way Reese would have bothered us if it wasn’t something big. I just hope it’s not something bad too. “It’s okay. Go with him.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I smile up to him. “I’m acting the way an old lady should.”

  He throws his head back and laughs. “Best old lady in the whole fuckin’ world.”

  He leads me to where Ice and Timber are standing near the food table. “Be right back, babe.”

  “What’s that all about?” she asks as she watches him walk into the clubhouse.

  I shake my head. “I don’t know.”

  Shaking off my trepidation, I look at Ice. “So, still fighting with Kidd about the wedding?”

  She smiles. “Bastard wants to just go to Las Vegas, but I’m not down with that. We’re gonna have it in September, at the club, just like I had planned. I want a real biker wedding. Not that there was anything wrong with yours, it was perfect for you, but you know me. I’m not into the frilly shit. I just want to say I do in front of the family, then go fuck the night away.”

  “I’m gonna go see what’s going on,” Timber butts in, still staring at the door that Preach just walked through.

  Ice cuts her eyes to him. “Do you think something’s wrong?”

  He shrugs. “I don’t know”

  I see him start to walk away and grab Ice’s hand. “Let go see what’s happening.”

  As soon as we step inside, I see Preach with his arms wrapped around a woman. She has her face buried in his chest, and she’s crying. A second later, I notice a young boy with a black eye standing beside her. He’s holding onto the hand of a little girl that couldn’t be more than three. I instantly notice their resemblance to Preach, the same tiger colored eyes. “Oh my God.”

  My stomach drops at the sight, but it does a complete somersault when the woman looks up at me. Her hair is light brown, with shades of blonde weaving throughout it. She’s pretty, even with a scar running down her cheek. As soon as I see her eyes, it hits me like a ton of bricks. “His sister.”

  I don’t notice Timber standing next to me until I hear him mumble out, “Fuck me.”

  Epilogue

  MAKER

  I run my hand over my aching hip as I climb off my bike. I know I should park it in the garage and drive my truck, but I’m not ready for that just yet. I can’t give my Harley up. I just can’t, but it makes me hurt like hell every time I straddle it. When I feel the vibration travel up my spine, I forget about the pain and focus on the ride.

  It only takes me a few minutes to make it to her. The cold stone, as cold as her heart, sits there as a testimony to her wasted life. “How’s hell treating you, Lula?”

  I know I’m not gonna get a response, but I still ask the question every time I come. Some folks would think I’m a sick fucker, visiting the bitch’s grave, but I need this. I need to rub her nose in how wonderful our lives are without her in them. “Little Vi is growing like a weed. She looks so much like Daisy cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I smile at the thought of my granddaughter toddling through the house, her cute little blond curls bobbing up and down with every step she takes. She always has a cookie in one hand and a toy in the other, and she always has a huge ass smile on her face. “She’s so damn smart. Every time she comes over, she goes straight for the kitchen. She may be only two, but she knows exactly where Brenda keeps her favorite cookies. She’s just like me there and loves her chocolate chips.”

  Brenda is a wonderful grandma, even though Violet isn’t her blood. Hell, the woman has so much love to give, it’s mind blowing. I thank the good Lord every day that she came back to me, that she was willing to give me another chance. After twenty-three years of living in a world of shit, she has finally showed me how to find my dream. A good woman, my baby girl, my beautiful granddaughter: that’s what it’s all about—pure fuckin’ bliss.

  “Brenda and I are getting married next week. Took me two damn years, but I finally talked her into it. We’re not doing anything big, just heading to the courthouse and having a little thing in the backyard afterwards. I would’ve given her anything she wants, but she says all she needs is me and our family and she’ll be happy.”

  Daisy and Brenda have become really close over the last couple of years. Still, Brenda was worried that Daisy would have an issue with us getting married, but I knew better. I knew my girl would be happy as long as I was, and being with Brenda makes me fuckin’ ecstatic. My smile grows as I remember Daisy’s reaction when Brenda and I told her we were getting married. My girl broke down in tears, so happy for me, so happy for herself. She told me all she ever wanted was to have a real family, and now she does.

  “I got some big news, not that you’ll care. We got another grandchild coming. Should be here this winter. Daisy is sure this one is going to be a boy, but I hope it’s another girl. A man can never have too many little flowers.” Preach agrees with me; he wants another girl. He says that he’s going to name her Lily to keep the tradition going.

  “They finally bought that house down the road from Kidd’s. Our baby girl finally got her white picket fence.” I smile, knowing all those dreams she had has come true. “Preach worked his ass off to get the down payment. I tried to loan him the money, but you know how stubborn his ass is.”

  Shrugging, I tell her the secret I’ve been hiding for everyone but Brenda. It’s not like this bitch can tell anyone. “I talked to Old Lady Reed’s son, worked out a deal with them. I gave him twenty thousand cash, and he knocked it off the cost. Told Preach that he needed to sell right away, so he had to lower the price. I figured I owed it to Daisy for all the shit I’ve put her through over the years.”

  Walking closer to her tombstone, I look down at her name etched in the marble. Lula Marie Anderson. I hate, just fucking hate, that the bitch carries my name, even in death. “This is gonna be my last visit. I’m starting a new life with Brenda tomorrow. It’s time I leave you behind. I gotta put all our shit in the past and live free. Before I do, I gotta tell you something.”

  Taking a deep breath, I utter the words I thought I would never say to this woman, words I never would have said if she wasn’t already six feet under. “I’m sorry, sorry for everything—all the drinking, the fucking around, every damn thing. I remember when we first got married. We were both just kids. You weren’t the bitch then that you were the day you died. If I had tried harder, you might have too. Then, our life wouldn’t have been such shit.”

  Closing my eyes, I lean my head back and let the bright sunshine warm my skin. “We weren’t meant for each other, Lula. No matter what we did, I don’t think we would’ve ever been happy together, but we could have made a go of it. I’m sorry that I didn�
��t at least give it a try.”

  Shaking away the thoughts, I walk to the foot of her grave. “With that said, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do for years.”

  I unbutton my jeans and slowly slide down the zipper. Holding my cock in my hand, I let out a stream of piss that drenches the grass growing above Lula. “I may be sorry, but I still hate your fuckin’ ass.”

  The End

  Renegade Wedding

  A Renegade Sons MC Mini-Novella

  Chapter One

  JENNA

  “Fuck,” he growls out as I slowly grind down on his cock. “I need you to move, baby girl.”

  “No,” I moan out. “We’re going slowly. This is my ride.”

  “Please,” he begs, sounding like he’s being tortured.

  “I’ll go faster if you say yes,” I say as I circle my hips, clenching my muscles tight around his hard cock.

  “Yes to what?” he asks as his big hands grip my hips.

  He easily lifts me off his dick and slams me back down. I can’t hold back the cry of ecstasy, but stubbornly, I don’t move any faster. “Not till you say yes.”

  I sit up and trail my fingertips down my chest and past my belly to my over-sensitive clit. His eyes flash with lust as he watches my fingers circle my bud... once... twice. Again, I flex my inner muscles, letting him feel how good it is.

  “You know what I want,” I say between moans.

  Still holding my hips, he uses his strength to pull me down to his chest, holding me flush against him before he powers up into me, sending his cock deeper. I bite down on the flat disk of his nipple, causing him to lose his hold on me.

  “Ow! Fuck, Jenna.”

  Leaning back, my hands propped on his thighs, I start my slow grind on his cock once again. “Keep that shit up, and I’ll stop.”