Viper (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #1) (Angel's Rebellion MC)

by Jeneveir Evans

  I knew Jennie loved me as her friend, and I never expected anything else. I'm not really sure what caused me to fall in love with her, but I did, and like Viper, I would do anything for her. Anything.

  ~*~

  Viper

  Listening to Jennie and Mia talk cleared up so many questions for me. I had never really understood why Mia had been so desperate to save Jennie all those years ago. Yes, I knew she was her best friend, but she had been crazed with worry over Jennie. I should have figured it out when I realized how desperate I was to save her too.

  It never once dawned on me that Mia was in love with Jennie though. At first when I heard Mia tell Jennie that, I was shocked. But as I listened to their conversation and did some thinking, I realized I'm totally comfortable with it. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Mia and I both are alphas. I don't know, but I've shared Jennie with Mia for twenty years and I figure I'll continue until I am no more.

  Seeing my women with their arms around each other caused my cock to sit up and take notice. He wanted to play, and I did too. Fuck, my women were hot.

  “I think it's lonely in this big bed all by myself.”

  Both women jumped and turned toward me.

  Mia said, “So you heard our conversation?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Were you surprised?”

  “A little, but it answered a lot of things I've been curious about over the years.”

  “You okay with it?”

  “Mia, you just told Jennie that you were okay with me being in love with her. I would be a damn hypocrite if I said I wasn't okay with it. You are in love with Jennie, just as I am. It's something that just is. Plus, I know I am a fucking lucky man to be in love with two caring, loving, gorgeous women.

  “Add in the fact that both of those women love me back, then there isn't possibly anything more that I could ever ask for. We've never been conventional in our relationship and never will be. That's just how life meant for us to be. The three of us work and have from the start. So yeah, I'm pretty fucking okay with it.”

  I stared at my women, my cock twitching and growing harder.

  “Now like I said, it's lonely in this big ole bed.”

  With a giggle, they ran and jumped on the bed and climbed over to me. Mia grabbed Jennie by the neck and drew her in for a deep kiss. As soon as she released her, I drew Jennie to me for a long passionate kiss, once done I then grabbed Mia and kissed her deeply and passionately. As I drew back, my cock let me know he was tired of waiting and he wanted some mouth action too.

  Fuck. What's a man to do?

  I murmured a suggestion to my women, they both moaned and then we became a tangle of arms and legs.

  I've said it once and I'll say it a thousand times, I am one lucky motherfucker.

  ~***~

  Chapter 12

  You don't raise heroes, you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they'll turn out to be heroes, even if it's just in your own eyes.

  ~Walter M. Schirra, Sr.~

  Rebel

  January 24th, 1998

  As I sat with Predator at a twenty-four-hour diner, I wondered why Pops decided to come meet us not far from base. He thought we would be home in a month, but we had a surprise for him, we were getting to leave early. I could only hope that didn't mess up any plans he had in the works in concerns with Devil. I glanced at Pred to see he's sound asleep leaning with his head against the glass of the window. While four and five o’clock mornings were the norm for us, we both were ready to be able to sleep later. He and I had always been night owls and despite almost four years of being in the military, neither one of us had ever gotten used to getting up early.

  While we waited on Pops, I checked out the diner. I wanted to be aware of my surroundings, and at three in the morning it was pretty empty. We were the only ones sitting on one side of the diner and there was an old man in a booth on the other side; he appeared drunk. No one knew about our visit, but I still couldn't let my guard down. When you grew up in and around a 1%'er MC, you learned to watch your back constantly.

  The diner had red vinyl seats that looked like they had been here a century or two. They were worn with small tears and duct tape covered several of the bottoms, I assumed it was covering larger holes. The tabletops were the old white kind with the gold flecks in them. They still looked pretty decent though. The floor was a black and white checkerboard pattern, while it had long lost its luster, it was clean at least. About twenty stools sat in front of the counter which paralleled the back wall, and there were twelve booths and ten tables as well.

  The only waitress in the place wasn't wearing a little pink dress with a white hat and apron tied around her waist. No, this woman had on skin-tight black leggings, an AC/DC t-shirt with the name tag Wanda pinned to it, along with the brightest red tennis shoes I've ever seen. She had her hair dyed a vivid red and wore lipstick to match. There were laugh lines around her green eyes and her smile was warm and inviting. For a woman who was probably in her late forties, she appeared ten years younger. She had taken real good care of herself and it showed. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman and I wouldn't have minded her being my Mrs. Robinson for a night.

  When we first got here, she came over to take our order, but we told her since we were waiting on our pops, we just needed something to drink for now. She had those back to us pretty quick. Pops told us to be here by three, but Pred and I couldn't wait, we were here an hour early. It was ten after three now and I was starting to get a little worried. My pops was never late.

  I glanced back at Pred and thought again how much more he was looking like Pops the older he got. They were the same height, had the same brown hair, although Pred’s was Army short whereas Pops kept his long. Apparently, our moms thought his long hair was sexy. Both men had the same facial features, same eye color, hell, about the only thing different other than the hair was that Pops' skin was a little more leathery from all the bike riding he has done over the years.

  I, unfortunately, took after my bio dad, Devil, but at least I wasn't the spitting image of him like Pred was Pops. My blonde hair was lighter, I had my mom's sky-blue eyes and at six foot seven, I stood six inches taller than Devil, much to my delight and his dismay. But the rest of my features favored him enough that it was hard claiming that we weren't related, although I never wanted to claim a relationship with him.

  I heard the throaty sound of truck pipes approaching and saw Pops' Blazer pulling into the lot. I was surprised he wasn't on his bike but was fucking thankful for it as well. Pops saw where we were sitting then pulled up slightly to the right and a row back. He didn't like to have unobstructed views, and I knew Pred and I were about to have to move. No way would he sit with his back to the door. Not that I liked to, but I'm sure as hell not telling him that I won't move. As I'm nudging Pred awake, Pops makes his way inside.

  After I wake Pred, we both stand and give Pops' hugs before we sit back down.

  “Boys, it's damn good to see you. You both look good.”

  “Good to see you too, Pops,” Pred and I say at the exact same time.

  “Still doing that shit I see,” Pops said with a chuckle.

  We grin sheepishly at him. Even though Pred and I weren't blood kin, we had been raised together and we had this eerie connection. We were always saying the same thing at the same time or finishing each other's sentences.

  “What's up, Pops?” Pred asked.

  “Let's order, then we'll talk,” he replied.

  Catching the waitress's eye, he beckoned her over to us.

  “Well color me happy,” she simpered at him. “I was just admiring these two fine young men, they look real good in their Army fatigues, but you handsome,” she fluttered her eyes at Pops, “you are the cherry on top of the sundae.” She fanned herself and spoke directly to Pops. “It's suddenly gotten real hot in here. It's a damn shame you're wearing that ring on your left hand. If not, I'd be trying to convince you to come to my place
later.” She smiled and winked at Pops.

  “Darlin', if it wasn't for this ring I'm wearing, I might have just taken you up on that offer.” Pops lazily grinned and winked back at her.

  Pred and I coughed at the same time and smiled at Wanda.

  She sent a grin our way, “Sorry boys, I like a man who knows his way around a woman's body. Not saying you don't, but you aren't seasoned enough yet for me.”

  Pops smirked at us. Damn, who knew the old man had moves like that.

  “Well,” I start only to be interrupted by Pops.

  “Sorry, Reb. Not the time or place. Darlin' let's give you our orders, I have some business with my boys.” He said, once again giving her his lazy ass smile. She seemed to eat that shit right up, maybe Pred and I needed to learn how to smile like that. I turned to tell Pred that, but he was giving her the same damn lazy smile as he gave her his order. All I could think was, well fuck, I needed to catch up. As I looked over at Pops, that motherfucker was quietly laughing at me like he knew what I was thinking. Problem was, he probably did.

  After Wanda left with our orders, Pops' smile dropped and he looked older all at once, like the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders. Then he glanced out at the Blazer.

  “Pops, everything all right with Mom, Jace and Jemma?” Pred asked, suddenly as worried as I was that something was wrong.

  “Mom, Colt and Cale okay?” I queried. I wasn't used to seeing Pops look so troubled.

  ~*~

  Viper

  “Yeah, boys, everyone's alright. Things are just heating up some with Devil.”

  I glanced outside to see if Brenna was awake yet, but since I couldn't see her, I figured she was probably still asleep. I knew she hadn't gotten out of the Blazer. When it was locked from the outside with the key fob I had customized for it, my lights would flash if someone opened the door from the inside.

  “Why do you keep glancing at the Blazer, Pops?” Pred asked.

  “Got a girl in there, checking to see if she's awake or not yet.”

  “Yeah right, is something wrong with it, or you hauling something illegal?”

  I laughed at Pred not believing I had a girl in the vehicle. I decided to have a little fun with it. This could be the start of my payback. I hadn't forgotten that shit.

  “Seriously, got a smoking hot, sexy girl in there. She's plumb worn out and sound asleep.”

  Both boys looked at each other then turned back to me. I'm giving them my devilish grin as my Old Ladies called it. They were looking uncertain. I've never had a young girl with me, ever, other than Jemma and her friends.

  “How young?” Rebel asked dubiously.

  “Eighteen.”

  “Fuck, Pops, she's younger than us. Moms will kill your ass, you know that right?” Pred asked me. He's certain that if I have a girl with me, my Old Ladies would throw a shit fit the likes of which have never been seen before.

  I smiled lazily at them and said, “Nah, your moms know I've added her to the family.”

  “You've got to be shitting me, Pops. Eighteen? Fucking Eighteen? Hell, even that's young for us,” Rebel angrily spits out.

  Pred looked at me with the predatory look that gave him his name. “I don't believe him, Reb.”

  Rebel sat back and studied me. I calmly sat and drank my coffee.

  “Fuck no, Pred. He's got a girl with him.”

  I smirked at both of them. They groaned.

  “Oh, Jesus. They're gonna kill him.” Rebel said. “Was nice knowing you, Pops.”

  I laughed; I couldn't help it. Even though I didn't want an eighteen-year-old girl, knowing my sons didn't question the fact that I was able to pick up a girl that young, sure stroked a forty-one-year old's ego for damn sure.

  “It'll be alright.” I told them.

  Wanda then delivered our food. I was fucking starving. Brenna had damn near eaten all of the pizza by herself, and there was no way in hell I was asking for one of the last two pieces, not after the way she looked at them earlier.

  I dug in and chowed down. After I cleaned my plate, I glanced at the boys and they were staring at me in shock.

  “What? A man can't be hungry? I worked up an appetite earlier.” Then chuckled at the look on their faces. Damn this was fun.

  “Seriously? You worked up an appetite?” Pred growled as he glared at me.

  Ah, now they've gone into protect their moms' mode. That would make Mia and Jennie proud.

  I nodded at him.

  Both of them shook theirs and continued eating, although it mostly looked like they were just pushing their food around on their plates. They were starting to get upset. I glanced back outside, still no Brenna. Both boys turned their head and glanced out too, then looked back at me. I grinned at them.

  “Okay, let's get to why I wanted to talk in person. For one, I'm not trusting conversations over the phone at least not from home. For another, just wanted to tell you in person; Pred, I don't want you coming home at all. I want you to go straight to Arkansas. Hell, that's what I would prefer happen with you too Reb, but there's no way of getting around you coming home.”

  Both boys inclined their heads at me.

  I sighed.

  “Reb, Devil's snorting coke like it's candy. He could blow up at any time. When you get home, you have got to watch your back at all times. If he even gets a hint before things play out that you aren't going to prospect, I'm afraid he'll try to kill you.”

  I was serious as shit now. I was fucking terrified that Devil was going to hurt him or Jennie.

  “Before it's over with Reb, Devil's gonna end up dead. You prepared for that?”

  “Pops, Devil is just an evil old man to me, who unfortunately I share some DNA with. I can’t wait to piss on his grave. You are the only dad I've ever wanted.”

  I cleared my throat, yeah, so I love my kids, “Appreciate that, Son, I really do.”

  “It's true, Pops. You've been there since I was almost two years old. What little I know about Devil; I wish I could say that I didn't. And frankly, as far as I'm concerned, you are my dad, period. Devil isn't even in the equation.”

  I lifted my chin at him. Wasn't sure I could get anything out right then, the damn frog in my throat was huge. I coughed a couple times to clear it.

  “So, Pops. How's your plan going?”

  “Truthfully boys, I'm still trying to decide on how to confront Devil. I know what needs to be done. I just need to work on a solution that will make everything play out like I need it to.”

  “Is there anything I can do?” Reb asked. He and Pred were my two sons who were always willing to help out in any situation.

  “Well, the one thing you have to do is act like you are going to prospect. That is a must. And I want you to insist on not staying at the Clubhouse no matter what he uses to try to get you to stay. I want you home each night. This is going to stress your mother out enough as it is. If you were at the Clubhouse, she'd go nuts.”

  Reb nodded at me. “Agreed, Pops.”

  “There are only certain men that I want you riding with. Whatever you do, don't go off with Spawn alone. I don't care what the fuck Devil says. He's become some kind of damn robot killing machine for Devil, just like Devil was for Satan. If I could get Spawn to kill Devil that would be the ultimate way for my plan to work out.”

  “Pops, what is your plan exactly?” Pred inquired, he always wanted to know as much about any situation as possible. He was just like me in that regard.

  “Pred, it's not some elaborate thing, it's actually quite simple really. But I'd rather you not know, because if you don't know, then no one can force it out of you. I know you're going to be in Arkansas, but still, I'd just rather not say. I'm pretty sure Devil knows something is up. He's having Jennie watched all the time now.”

  Rebel growled. “That son of a bitch, he needs to keep the fuck away from her.”

  “Agreed, Son. But once you’re home, I don't think it will take long before he blows. Maybe three or four weeks, if
that. I think he's so paranoid anymore that he's seeing boogeymen everywhere.”

  I glanced at Pred. He was being very quiet. He's studying me with an intent look on his face. He has always hated not knowing things. His favorite word as a child was why. Drove me nuts sometimes. As I watched him, I saw his eyes widen and he looked at me and nodded.

  “I've got it figured out and it's fucking genius in its simplicity. Fuck, it could have been done almost four years ago.”

  “Wouldn't have worked then. You boys weren't old enough yet.”

  “Yeah, I can see where that might have been a problem.” Pred said as he agreed with me.

  “Fuck, y'all suck.”

  “Think about it Reb, what did Pops say a couple minutes ago? Follow the logic and you'll get it.”

  “I'm not confirming anything Pred.” I stated. I was damn proud that he figured it out that fast, and even though no words were spoken, I knew he had worked it out. We thought too much alike.

  “It's okay, Pops. You don't have to. Umm, we have some news of our own.”

  “Oh yeah, what's that?”

  “Pops, we are officially, as of sixteen hundred hours yesterday, released from duty.”

  Fuck. I swallowed hard. This was going to happen faster than I thought. And I wasn't quite sure I was ready yet, but it looked like I was going to have to be.

  “Congrats boys, and welcome home.” I was proud as fuck of my sons.

  “Hmm,” I said, “I need to call Mad Dog and let him know I'm sending you on a flight to Arkansas and to pick you up in Rogers. Because I am dead serious, Pred. I don't want you home. You come home now, and you'll try to kill Spawn, I don't need that to happen. Not now anyway.”

  Pred nodded at me.

  “Oh, Father mine, you know me so well.”

  Indeed, I do, son of mine, indeed I do.

  “Give me a minute boys, I'm gonna step outside and call Mad Dog real quick and let him know what's going on.”

  They tilted their heads at me as I got up and headed for the door. I stepped outside, called Mad Dog, and let him know what was going on. Told him as soon as we got Pred a flight, that I'd let him know the details. He replied he'd take care of things on his end, then reiterated once again if I needed anything at all to let him know. Fucking feels good to have Brothers you trust at your back. Looks like it's pretty much game time.