Deeper: A Bad Blooded Rebel Novel
By Mellie George
Text copyright ©2015 Mellie George
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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The Author acknowledges referencing the following people, places, music, bands, sports teams, movies, and all that noise: Demon’s Wings and band members Nik Armstrong, Jesse Thornton, Drake Stevenson, Shane Stevenson (used with permission by Terri Anne Browning, Author), Hilton Inn & Suites, Fairfield Inn, KISS, Converse,
I want to dedicate this book to the memory of my brother, Timothy Allen Stevens. He was one of the sweetest, funniest, warmest, and most loving men I’ve ever known. He was an awesome brother, a caring father, a great uncle, and an even better friend. My world became significantly less bright when he passed away, and his loss will be felt for the rest of my life.
I love you, Timmy, and will miss you forever.
In Memory of Timothy Allen Stevens
June 14, 1973- June 19, 2014
Table of Contents
Prologue
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
Acknowledgments
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Prologue
Kris
“Pass me the ball, Kris! I’m open,” Ryder called to me, clapping his hands together. I dribbled the basketball a few more times before passing it to him.
“Shoot it!” I yelled as Jude tried to block him from making the shot.
Ryder smiled at me for a second before jumping up and tossing the ball in the air. As it landed into the net with a swish, I ran over and high-fived him.
Turning Beau and Jude, I announced, “That’s game, dude! Ten points!”
Beau looked irritated. “I want a rematch!”
Jude was dribbling the ball as he said, “Nah, come on, let’s play something else. This is getting boring.”
“Well what do you want to do? Recess is almost over, there’s not much to do,” I said, swiping a few beads of sweat that had formed on my forehead.
It was hot out here today. As much as I loved recess and playing with my best friends, I couldn’t wait to get back inside to get a drink from the water fountain.
As me and the guys were standing around talking, I heard Kyle Carter laughing out loud. My eyes narrowed as I followed the sound. I hated it. He sounded like a stupid chipmunk when he laughed and the only time he did was when he was picking on some kid.
I glared at him and his stupid group of cronies. I felt my hands ball into fists and I was gritting teeth together.
“Kris, you okay?” Ryder asked me, following my eyes to Kyle.
Beau sighed out loud. “God, what’s that idiot up to now?”
“Probably bullying some kid,” Ryder answered.
“Let’s go, guys, I don’t want to get in trouble again. I’ve already been to the principal’s office once this morning and it’s only the first day of school,” Jude said, tugging on my arm. “I’m not getting detention because of that stupid moron.”
Our teacher blew the whistle that meant recess was over. As my friends started to walk to where our class was forming a line, I moved toward Kyle and his group that were gathered in a circle. I heard groaning behind me and I knew Ryder, Beau, and Jude were backing me up just like they always did. The four of us were a team and when one of us did something the others had our back.
I hated Kyle Carter. His dad was a rich jerk and was my dad’s boss at a tire plant. Kyle liked to make fun of everyone, especially me because my dad worked for his dad. He would say crap to me all the time about me being poor and tease me about not having a mom anymore and it made me so mad that I wanted to hit him. I usually let it go because I didn’t want to get in trouble. I knew if I did I’d get sent to the principal’s office and they would have to call my dad. I would give anything to keep from getting punished and hit with my dad’s belt. He always used the hard metal part on my back and it made me bleed.
Even though I knew what would happen when I got home and I was scared, today I was going to stop Kyle. I knew I would be in so much trouble for stepping in and helping but I didn’t care. He seemed to get the most fun out of bullying girls and after seeing how hard he made the last little girl cry I wasn’t going to look away this time.
As I walked up to Kyle and his stupid friends I could see who they were picking on…it was a tiny little brown haired girl. She looked like she was probably in kindergarten.
Getting more and more pissed off, I reached the bullies and yelled, “Hey! Leave her alone!”
Kyle turned to me with a mean smile on his face. “What do you want, loser?”
“I said leave her alone, Kyle,” I said as I looked at the little girl for the first time up close.
She was wearing a dirty blue dress, dingy white socks, and scuffed up shoes. Her hair was messy and looked like she didn’t brush it that day. Her face was dirty and sad but her eyes were big, really big. They were blue and pretty. I felt angry as I saw tears pouring down her dirty face. The little girl looked at me and my chest felt warm. When I looked back at her I knew right then that I wanted to protect her. She seemed so sad and scared.
“Yeah? And what are you and your loser friends going to do about it, white trash?” he sneered.
His friends started laughing at us and my hands formed into fists. I didn’t say another word before charging at him and punching him in his face as hard as I could.
If I hadn’t been so mad and trying to protect the little girl I would have laughed at how Kyle screamed like a girl. He cried and screamed as I punched him over and over as hard as I could. I had never felt so mad before. I don’t know how long I’d been hitting him before I felt someone pull me away.
“Kristopher Engle, you stop right now!” yelled Mrs. Wagner, my second grade teacher. “You and your friends are going to the principal’s office!”
“It’s not fair!” Jude yelled. “Kyle and his stupid friends were bullying that little girl and Kris was just trying to stop him!”
“Be that as it may that doesn’t give him the right to attack someone like that! You always come and tell before you hit, Jude!” she said.
I shook out of her grip as Kyle was being taken to the nurse’s office. “Yeah, like that helps,” I snapped.
“Excuse me?” asked Mrs. Wagner as she led me, Beau, Jude, Ryder, and the little girl to the principal’s office.
“You adults always tell us to tell when someone is hurting someone else but you never do anything to stop it! Kyle has been beating k
ids up since kindergarten and you’ve done nothing! Just like Jude has told on his mom for drinking and hitting him, Beau has told on his mom for letting men hit him and his baby sister, and I have told on my dad for beating me until I bleed because he doesn’t want to take care of me! We always tell and you always do nothing!” I yelled, tears rolling down my cheeks.
Mrs. Wagner seemed shocked and I thought she was going to cry too.
She blinked a few times before she said, “That’s enough, Kristopher. Let’s go everyone. You too, sweetheart,” she said to the little girl.
I was happy that the girl was safe from being picked on and made fun of but suddenly I was scared. Mrs. Wagner was going to call my dad. He would be woken up from his nap after he’d had too much beer like he did every day. He would come pick me up and when we got home he would hurt me and make me bleed again. I wiped my face with the back of my arm and tried to stop crying. I thought I was going to throw up.
As we walked into the school and started down the hall toward the principal’s office, I felt someone grab my hand. I turned my head and realized it was the little girl. She was shaking. My hand felt like it was burning for some reason. I looked at her face and she was crying really hard too.
“I’m sorry I got you in trouble,” she said quietly. “I don’t want your daddy to hit you because of me.”
I didn’t know how long she was going to hold on but I didn’t want to let her go yet. For some reason I was feeling a little less scared after she grabbed my hand.
“It’s okay. It’s not fair for Kyle to pick on you like that. You didn’t get me into trouble. I got myself into it. I do that a lot,” I said, smiling at her.
She giggled and when she blinked a few tears fell down her dirty cheeks.
“I’m always in trouble with my mommy too. She gets real mad at me if I play too loud or if I get hungry and sneak something to eat from the fridge.”
I frowned and felt sad for her. Her mom seemed to be a lot like my dad.
“That’s not fair.”
“You live in my building,” she said. “I see you with your friends playing games outside all the time from my window.”
We all sat down in the chairs outside the principal’s office and the little girl sat next to me. She was still holding my hand.
“I didn’t know you lived there too. Why don’t you come out to play?”
“I thought you wouldn’t want to play with me. Mommy says that I’m a bad girl and no one likes me. I thought you wouldn’t like me either and I was scared to ask,” she answered timidly.
“Well, you can come and play with us next time, okay? Can I tell you a secret?” I said, leaning into her ear.
“What?”
“My friend Jude likes to jump rope,” I said, and the little girl giggled again. I liked when she did that. “I knew that would make you smile.”
“Thanks for helping me,” she said, her face still sad even though I’d just made her laugh.
“I’m Kris,” I said, squeezing her hand.
She blinked her big blue eyes at me and answered, “I’m Jessie.”
I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. Whenever I would have dreams from my childhood it always took me a minute to remember that I was far away from that life now. I was no longer the abused little boy with a worthless drunk for a father. I was Kris Engle, drummer for the famous rock band Bad Blooded Rebel that I’d started in high school with my best friends. I was rich, famous, and didn’t have any of the worries and stress I had growing up in an abusive household.
I heard a soft, sensual moan coming from next to me. Smiling, I turned to face the most important thing I had that always came first in my life.
“Hey, baby,” I said to my gorgeous wife Jessie, sweeping a stray piece of chestnut brown hair away from her face. I felt tingles shoot all the way down to my very awake dick as she blinked those big blue eyes at me.
“Good morning. Did you sleep okay?” she asked me.
She placed her delicate hand on my scruffy cheek and caressed it soothingly.
“I always do when I wake up next to you,” I said, kissing her forehead.
She smiled at me but the way she was biting her lip told me she wanted to say more.
“What is it? What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
“You were mumbling in your sleep,” she said, her eyes full of concern.
“I was?” I asked.
She nodded sadly and answered, “You kept saying my name, ‘pretty eyes’, and ‘leave her alone’.”
I sighed and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her beautiful body into mine.
“I dreamt of the day I met you,” I replied.
Jessie traced my bottom lip with her finger.
“I figured. You okay?”
I smiled at her.
“Of course I am. If I hadn’t defended you that day we wouldn’t be here now. I’d take the beating I got later that day over and over if it meant I’d have you in my arms at this moment.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head.
“It hurts that he hit you for doing the right thing. I hated him so much, Kris. Even now.”
“I hated him too, Jess,” I answered, my jaw locking and my hand unintentionally gripping the sheet in remembered anger.
“Hey,” she said, seeing the look on my face. “He can’t hurt you anymore, you know that right?”
I took her hand in mine, kissing her soft skin. I made sure to add a few light kisses to the platinum band on her delicate left finger.
“I know, baby. I just don’t want any of our past demons to affect our future. Especially now,” I said to her.
I felt a tiny nudge at my stomach under the blankets and we both laughed.
“Well, it looks like this little one agrees with you too,” Jessie said.
I smiled and pulled the blankets back to see her gorgeous body. Placing my hand on her belly, which seemed to be getting bigger and rounder by the day, I gave it a rub.
“Good morning to you too, peanut,” I said. “I can’t wait to meet you next week.”
Jessie giggled and the movement made her breasts jiggle slightly under her sleep top. She’d been filling out everywhere and I couldn’t control my dick as it quivered at the sight of her perfect chest that was barely covered by her camisole. It was excruciatingly painful not to be able to sink myself into her and get lost, but she was six days from her due date and Dr. Mitchell had told her no sex since it had become too painful for her.
It was torture; she had always been so beautiful to me but now that her body was growing with our child it took all my strength not to ravage her every chance I had. I felt another kick against my hand and I looked at Jessie, who was practically glowing.
“This little one is growing so fast that I don’t know if we have another week,” she giggled.
I leaned down and kissed her belly.
“Well you can come out any time, peanut. Your mommy and I can’t wait to hold you.”
I felt Jessie’s slender fingers combing through my messy bed hair.
“You’re going to be such a good dad, Kris.”
I rested my head on her belly and looked up into her pale blue eyes.
“I really hope so, baby.”
“You will be, I have faith in you. You know what not to do with our baby just based on how your dad raised you.”
I reached up and touched her cheek.
“Or how your mother raised you.”
She shivered and sighed sadly.
“Guess we both lived through hell, didn’t we?”
“We did. This baby is going to have the life we should have had growing up.”
A tear slid down her cheek and I wiped it away with a stroke of my finger.
“I would rather die than to have our baby go through what I went through with my mother.”
“Hey,” I said, moving up from her belly to meet her eyes. “I know you think I’ll be a good dad, but let me tell you something. You, love,
are going to be an amazing mom. I love you so much.”
She smiled at me and this time it was full of love and joy.
“I love you too, Kris. I always have,” she whispered before kissing my lips.
As I held her close to me with our baby kicking between us, I closed my eyes and thought about how I ended up here, lying in bed with the most beautiful woman in the world. The anticipation of being a parent for the first time filled me with a happiness I never thought I’d feel.
Chapter 1
Kris
Ten Years Earlier
As the song we were playing was nearing the end, I banged the drums perfectly in time and played like my life depended on it. Bad Blooded Rebel had been playing around town for the better part of a year and while we were popular locally, we still hadn’t hit the big time like we desperately wanted. I had a feeling tonight, however, would be the night that would change everything.
Cory Brewer, lead singer of Sticks and Stones (a huge band in the rock world) happened to be in the club watching our show tonight. The band was playing a headlining concert in our hometown of Cincinnati tomorrow. As luck would have it, he came to The Metal Cage tonight and was watching us play with interest. This guy was no talent scout but it was definitely a foot in the door for us professionally if he liked what he heard.
As the final song of our set ended, I played my signature drum solo and a slight movement out of the corner of my eye made me turn my head. My eyes landed on the cutest girl in the whole club and I smiled at her as she swayed her hips to the music. I watched her long, light brown hair flowing around her slender shoulders as she looked up and grinned back at me, pride beaming from her eyes.
From the day I met her when I was seven years old, Jessie Monroe had quickly become one of my best friends, next to the guys in the band. We had a lot in common; music, movies, hangouts. One huge thing that bonded us? We both came from completely fucked up households.
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