by Lauren Hunt
I laughed. “What makes you think I can do that. And why would I?”
“For starters, you're close to his daughter. You can get access to documents that I can't.”
“I'm done with that family. Kayla doesn't want to speak to me anymore. I could care less what his father is doing to you.”
“How about for revenge?”
“Revenge? What the fuck are you talking about?”
The mayor grinned. “Weren't you a little suspicious of the circumstances surrounding your arrest for attempted murder?”
I nodded. “The sheriff wanted to put me away. Threatened to go after Kayla if I didn't confess.”
“But the sheriff was just a pawn. It was Mr. Spencer who wanted you gone. Out of his daughter's life for good. And I set it up for him as part of our deal.”
My hands burst out and wrapped around the mayor's neck, fingers squeezing harder and harder. I could kill him within seconds before his bodyguards could even react. But he wasn't the man behind it all. Kayla's father was the entire time. I loosened my grip on the mayor. He coughed, taking a drink from his glass, and straightening his solid blue tie.
Everything finally clicked and made sense. Mr. Spencer always hated me and wanted me gone. Putting me in prison was the easiest solution. All it would take was money and power—Mr. Spencer had both.
My hand clenched into fists. I could kill him right now.
Mayor McCain poured me a glass of whiskey and handed it to me. I took it and gulped it down without a second thought. My body was rigid and I needed the alcohol to relax me.
“And what if I don't do this job for you?” I asked.
“I can put you back in prison, just as fast as I got you out.”
I was cornered. A Blood Dog lashed out when he got cornered. But what could I do? I'd die before going back to prison. And Mr. Spencer deserved revenge for what he did to me. The years Kayla and I could've spent together were taken away.
“I'll do it, Mayor.”
“Wonderful!” He clinked his glass against mine. “I'm glad we could come to an agreement.”
I drank the last of the whiskey and left the limo. I thought the only thing I had to worry about was getting Kayla back. But now life had gotten more complicated.
Chapter Six
Kayla
That first night at Club Sound was exactly what I needed with Lily. Dancing and drinking the night away until Rebel was just a distant memory. It was so much fun that I didn't even remember walking back to my place and sleeping in the same bed.
I woke up to a hammering headache. I poked Lily to get up but she just rolled over and groaned. It took some convincing and Lily finally got out of bed and dragged herself home.
But one night wasn't enough. The distraction helped keep my mind off Rebel and his rock-hard abs. I called Lily and she answered in the shower. I barely got to ask about going back to the club when she enthusiastically answered yes.
My hangover be damned.
Lily showed up at my door wearing the sluttiest thing ever. A tight black dress with a plunging neckline of straps that showed off all of her tits. “Trying to send out a message tonight, Lily?”
“Yeah, my legs are open for business. I haven't been laid in a week and I desperately need a man.”
My mind flashed back to Rebel taking me in my bedroom. I could still feel his sweaty skin sticking to mine as he pumped in and out. It gave me goosebumps all over my arms.
“Where did you find that sexy dress?” Lily asked, twirling me around. I picked out a short red off-the-shoulder that didn't show as much skin as Lily but still made me look really good. “You're going to be fighting off the men tonight.”
Not exactly what I had in mind.
We took a cab over to Club Sound which was the only place of its kind in Saint Marks. The building used to be an old meat-packing plant that they converted. Outside, a red carpet with a line of men were waiting to get in. Girls didn't have to wait in line so we strolled right by the bouncer.
“Hey Mama” by David Guetta was blasting through the speakers. The bass rumbled through my chest as Lily led me through the crowd and to the bar. She ordered us two watermelon mojitos and I stood to the side and watched the crowd dance.
“Here you are,” Lily yelled over the noise.
I tasted the watermelon through the straw and instantly felt good. Lily tossed the straw and gulped the entire drink down. I copied her but couldn't handle all the liquid. Lily laughed and almost blew snot through her nose. Tonight was going to get crazy.
The DJ mixed in Rihanna's “Cheers.” “This song is my jam!” Lily screamed at me. She had to get out there and shake her ass.
The dance floor was a large wooden square set in the middle with the DJ raised up at a station in the front. Green lasers beamed through the club. The floor was packed like sardines and it took us awhile to cram our way to the middle. But once we got there, Lily and I let loose. I acted like I was the only one out there dancing, swaying my hips side to side to the beats.
A hand rested on my waist, squeezing my hips from behind. I imagined that it was Rebel grinding up against me, his hard manliness pressed between my cheeks. But Rebel wasn't here. My eyes shot open and I spun around to find a stranger behind me. He had a dirty mustache that reminded me of the gross Sheriff Buckley.
“Don't touch me,” I yelled, tearing his hand off my side.
The man pulled me close to him. “Come on, baby, just one dance. An ass like yours can't be ignored.” I struggled in his grasp but couldn't escape. I glanced over at Lily and she came to my aid.
“Get your fucking hands off her, you creep.” She tried to pry his hands off me but the guy was too strong.
He wrestled me away from Lily and we were lost in a sea of people. I kept calling out her name but she was gone.
“We're going to have some fun tonight,” he breathed, his hand running up my bare thigh. I had to do something before he got any further. I raised my knee as hard as I could between his legs. The man just laughed and kicked my leg to the side. “I like 'em when they squirm.” I looked for a security guard but there were only people dancing around, too caught up in the music to notice what was happening.
Was this it? Was this when my life ended? At some stupid club?
“Let the girl go,” a deep voice growled behind me.
The stranger turned around with me still in his clutches. Rebel was standing there looking better than ever. I stopped squirming in the man's arms. I knew everything was going to be all right.
Rebel cocked his arm back and sent his fist flying into the man's mustache. I saw some teeth fly out as the stranger finally let go of me.
But it wasn't over yet.
The man rushed at Rebel, knocking them both to the ground. The crowd of dancers moved out of the way like a school of fish but continued dancing. Lily caught up with me and held me close as we watched the two men battle it out.
Rebel kicked the man in the groin where I failed. As the stranger doubled over, Rebel swung with all his might and uppercut him, knocking him onto the ground unconscious.
Security had finally been alerted and rushed over. Rebel grabbed my arm. “Let's get the hell out of here.”
I followed him through the crowd and out the back door. “Wait, what about Lily?”
“Lily will be fine. She can take care of herself.”
The alley behind the club was dark and filled with dumpsters. The outside air chilled me to the bone and the short dress was looking like a bad decision. Rebel took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around me. His chivalrous act didn't distract me from the craziness that just happened.
“What are you doing here, Rebel? Were you following me?” The buzz from the mojitos was making it hard to concentrate.
“I was looking for you. Lily's roommate told me she was going to this club. I knew you'd be tagging along. Good thing I showed up too.”
“I didn't need you, Rebel. Security would have shown up and thrown the guy out.”
I knew it was a lie the instant it passed my lips. If Rebel wasn't there, that man could have done anything to me. My phone buzzed in my clutch.
I pulled it out to see a text message from Lily.
Lily: WHERE ARE YOU?!?!
Writing in all caps made her sound hysterical which she probably was. I wrote her a quick reply that I was safe with Rebel and I'd call her later.
I started to walk out of the alley when Rebel stopped me. “We need to talk, Kayla.”
I planted my feet on the ground and crossed my arms. I shouldn't be mad at him after he saved my life but I couldn't help it. “I don't want to have the same conversation over and over again, Rebel.”
“This is about your father.”
My arms fell to my sides. “What about him?” The worst came to mind.
Rebel put both hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.“He's the reason I went to jail, Kayla.”
Rebel
Kayla backed away from me, shaking her head. “You're lying, Rebel.”
“Doesn't it make sense, Kayla? Your father always hated me. He didn't want me anywhere near you. When we went against his wishes, he had me arrested on trumped-up charges.”
“If you're telling the truth, how could my father even do that?”
Kayla loved her dad and I hated that I had to tear him down. “A few key bribes would get the job done. All it took was money and we know your father has plenty of that.”
“If you were innocent, then why did you plead guilty? A jury would have seen that the case didn't fit. My father's lawyer would have gotten you out of it.”
I couldn't keep secrets from Kayla anymore. It was time to tell her the real truth. “When I was brought into the police station, I waited and waited for the lawyer but he never showed up.”
Kayla's legs wobbled. “But my father said he had a whole team of lawyers working on your case. That is, until you confessed.”
“I didn't meet with anyone, Kayla.”
The realization hit her face. “Did they torture you to get the confession?”
“Not physically, but emotionally. They told me that if I didn't confess, they'd arrest you and make sure you got thrown out of school. I couldn't let them ruin your life. So I pleaded guilty and took the jail sentence.”
Kayla's face softened and tears welled up in her eyes. She reached up with her hand and gently placed it on my cheek. “You always protected me, Rebel.”
I couldn't stop myself anymore. I wrapped my arm around Kayla's waist and pulled her to me. Our lips met, my tongue sneaking into her mouth and tasting her. Kayla pressed against me, my cock in my jeans growing harder and harder.
My hands moved down her back and to her ass, squeezing each cheek over the thin red dress fabric. Kayla moaned into my mouth, fueling the hot desire in my pants. Her off-the-shoulder dress made it easy to pull down and spill out her bountiful breasts.
Kayla quickly covered her chest. “What if somebody sees us?”
I tore her hands away from her tits and held them behind her back with one hand. “Then let them see that you're mine.” I bent down and kissed her bare breasts, sucking on her nipples until they became long and hard in my mouth.
“I need you, Rebel,” Kayla breathed.
I ran my fingers up her thigh and under her dress. Her panties were completely soaked. “You're so ready for me.”
I quickly undid my jeans and dropped them to the ground with my boxer briefs. Kayla bit her bottom lip as she glanced down at my length. I let Kayla get a good look before spinning her around and bending her over a dirty dumpster. The smell of trash choked the air but that wouldn't stop me from taking what was mine.
Kayla glanced over her shoulder at me, her eyes filled with need. “Fuck me hard, Rebel.”
She didn't have to tell me twice. Her short dress barely covered her ass but I hiked it up even further to get a greater view. I looked around the alley to make sure nobody was watching. My hand crashed against her soft ass and Kayla cried out. I slapped her other cheek, rubbing in the pain.
I slapped her over and over again until her ass was bright red. Now she was ready for me. I pulled at her panties until they snapped and then filled her with every inch of me. We both screamed as I tore my way deeper and deeper inside her. Kayla backed her ass into me, meeting every thrust.
I reached out and wrapped her golden hair around my fist, snapping her head back. I used Kayla's hair as leverage to fuck her even harder.
“Don't...stop,” Kayla begged. Her breathing quickened and muscles tensed.
The pleasure flooded my veins. I wouldn't be able to handle anymore. I clenched her side as I pushed in and out, slamming Kayla against the dumpster.
“Say my name,” I ordered.
Kayla whispered, “Rebel...”
“Louder. Make everyone hear that you're all mine.”
“Rebel!” she yelled. Kayla convulsed on the dumpster, tightening her pussy around my cock. I found my release, spurting inside her until she overflowed with my seed. My breath was ragged and my heart pounded in my ears.
I pulled out and couldn't hold myself up anymore, falling down on the alley floor. Kayla stayed on the dumpster, plastered to it. I got a good view of her ass and my cream leaking out of her.
Kayla finally pried herself off the dumpster and joined me on the ground. I gathered her body in my arms, my fingers running through her hair. “You can't say that was a moment of weakness this time.”
Kayla shook her head. “I love you, Rebel. I'm all yours.”
“I love you too, Kayla.” We kissed and the throbbing in my pants returned. But I needed a break.
Kayla looked down at her red dress that was all stained. “I really need to take a shower.”
“You can do that at my place,” I said.
Kayla smiled at me. Everything was going back to they way it used to be. But what was I supposed to do about Mr. Spencer and Mayor McCain? If I didn't follow his orders, the mayor would send me right back to prison. I couldn't let that happen. I'd never leave Kayla again.
Chapter Seven
Kayla
The chirping birds outside woke me from my blissful sleep. I rolled over to find Rebel, naked and inked, sleeping next to me with the covers kicked off. The memory of last night rushed back to me—Rebel taking me in the alley, going back to his place and fucking in the shower. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep with a towel still wrapped around me.
I lay there and admired his shredded body and watched him rest. Rebel deserved it after all the hell he'd been through. Was everything he said really true about my father? I couldn't fathom that he would send the man I loved to prison just to keep him away from me. My father was everything to me. I had to get to the bottom of it. Maybe he had a good reason? I knew I was fooling myself but the only way to find out was to straight out ask my dad.
I didn't want to wake Rebel so I got dressed quietly and left him a note by the bed that I was out doing errands. I walked through Rebel's one-story house and it was exactly how I remembered it—sparse furniture, stained carpets, and broken drywall. Nothing had changed because Rebel had been imprisoned.
I went to the kitchen and took the keys to his Ford truck that he only used to haul stuff. His Harley was parked next to it and was tempting to ride. Rebel had never let me drive it before and he'd freak if he found out I took his bike without asking. The truck would do fine to get me to my apartment.
My phone rang as I started the truck. The screen read Lily.
“I'm so sorry, I totally forgot to call you last night,” I blurted out.
“What the hell happened last night?” Lily replied.
“There's too much to talk about over the phone. I went home safe and sound with Rebel.”
“Want me to come over and we can talk?”
I desperately wanted to spill my guts to Lily but my father took priority. “I have a couple things to do but I promise we can talk soon.”
“You sound different, Kayla. Is everything all righ
t?”
I didn't even know how to answer that question. Rebel and I were back together but my father was probably the reason he was in jail for all those years. “I'm fine, Lily. Just have a lot of things on my mind. I'll talk to you later.”
I hung up the phone and raced over to my apartment to change. I tossed the red dress into the laundry hamper and put on jeans and a black blouse. I needed to look respectable if I was going to my father's building to interrogate him.
