A Rebel Love (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 7)

by Glenna Maynard

  Before I can get into what is brewing with him and Amy my phone rings again. Same unknown number. Fuck it. “Speak.”

  “Tre-Tread,” a familiar voice trembles on the line.

  “Well, what the fuck do you want? Been a few years. This better be good. I’m busy.”

  “I’m sorry,” she sobs ending the call.

  Damn, I didn’t mean to be so harsh, she caught me off-guard. My heart is hammering in my chest when the fact that she was crying hits me.

  Truth is staring at me with a questioning look as I try to return her call.

  “Liberty,” I mouth her name.

  His brows raise and he goes to check on the girls, allowing me a moment of privacy.

  I don’t know what she wants, could she be back? I don’t know but stranger things have happened—like Truth being attracted to me.

  Liberty

  He hates me. I should have known. What was I thinking?

  I came all this way and he won’t even take my call.

  My phone rings back and I know it’s him. Should I even bother with answering? He said he was busy, but if ever there was a good reason, his son, is pretty damn important.

  “He—hello.”

  “Look, I didn’t mean to snap, you took me by surprise is all. It’s been a few years. I wasn’t expecting to hear your voice.” He sounds more calm.

  Kyler is playing on the slides as I watch from a bench. Deep breaths. I got this. “I know you are probably wondering why I am calling, now, after all this time, but I need you Marc. I’m in trouble.”

  He stays silent. He’s brooding. I know him.

  “And just what is it you think I can do for you? You didn’t want shit all to do with me the last time we spoke.”

  God this is hard. “Can I come to you? I need to talk to you, in person.”

  “Where are you? I’ll come to you.”

  “I’m in town. At the grade school playground.”

  “I’ll see you in twenty.” The line goes dead and my stomach hits the ground.

  Tread is coming.

  Kyler is going to meet his dad.

  I’ve dreamed about this moment for six years.

  This moment has haunted me.

  What will they think of one another?

  Will Tread accept him?

  Can he forgive me?

  I never thought I would be here, doing this. When I walked away from Tread I swore to myself that I would never come back, but here we are, Kyler and me.

  I walk over to Kyler and tell him it’s time. I told him on the way here that this is where his real dad lives. I don’t want there to be any confusion, and I am tired of lying to my son, and myself.

  Our days of being afraid end here.

  My days of running are over.

  Today is the day I really begin to live.

  I’ve had an ache inside me since I last saw Tread.

  I’ll never forget the day I left. He was hurt by my words, but he didn’t ask me to stay. He watched me walk away. And now I’m back and hoping like hell that this time around, we can both get things right.

  Chapter 14

  Amy

  Lord help me! This chick can’t dance for shit. She has the body, but the rhythm? She has no damn rhythm. I’m no pro, but if I can’t teach her some basic moves, no one can.

  “So tell me how do you know Tread?” I start asking questions trying to get her to loosen up. She is so damn tense and rigid.

  “We dated briefly.” She waves it off.

  “Now that is interesting. When was this?” Tread doesn’t date. “Go on tell me. I gotta hear this. You got anything good on him? You know ball-busting stories.”

  Her cheeks blush. “Not really. It was years ago. Another lifetime ago, it seems.” She purses her lips wanting to say more.

  I keep quiet, shuffling through the music, giving her time to come around.

  “Are you with him?” she finally gets the courage to ask.

  “Why, you interested in him?” I don’t know this chick from Adam. I don’t know what her intentions are. Tread is my friend and I am going to look out for him. And for some reason I don’t like the thought that she might want him.

  “No, just curious. His lifestyle…isn’t for me. I could never, no offense. It’s why we didn’t work before.”

  “No, I sort of date Truth. Tall, dark, and sexy in there. Well at least I was. I don’t know what we are.” I don’t elaborate further. I’m not comfortable sharing my business with a stranger, even if Tread trusts her.

  “How about this song?” I put on The Weekend. “Bend your knees and shake your arms. You have to loosen up.”

  I stand behind her and help guide her hips to the beat of the music. She giggles.

  “Look girl, I’m not trying to get fresh with you. You’re hot and all, but I got my own shit going on,” I tease. She has a lean and fit body. But she isn’t my type.

  Truth comes nosing with a grin on his face at the sight of us dancing together. I try to ignore him, but he just looks so wounded and I want to heal the hurt I have caused, but then I remember why I am mad at him.

  “You’re just club pussy, no one special.” I hear his voice echo in my thoughts.

  Truth

  Damn, Amy is rubbing all over this Christa bitch. Makes me pop one hell of a chubby. Amy glares at me. I know I fucked up with her. I need to fix us. I just don’t know how.

  She had to run her mouth to Tread. I just hope like hell he didn’t take her for serious. I don’t want shit to be awkward. I never planned on acting on my feelings for him. It was one night. One I wanted to keep buried down deep. I’ll never forget the night I had him, but I’m okay with it being all we will ever have. I am… Shit will ruin my friendship with him. I don’t want to lose that.

  But I don’t want to lose Amy more. She’s mine. I’m hers. There’s no one else for me.

  She orders me to get a chair from the kitchen. I grab it and try not to overhear Tread’s phone call with Liberty. Hard telling what she could want. She’s been gone a long motherfuckin’ time. I didn’t even know they’ve kept in touch. Tread refuses to talk about her. She cut him deep. His lips are pinched but I can see a smile hiding behind his eyes. Not my business. I return to the girls.

  “Put it right here.” Amy points. “Now sit.” I do as she wants. She turns her attention back to her pupil. “Alright, I am going to show you a proper lap dance and then you can try.”

  I rub my palms together. I’m going to enjoy this. Tread will be sorry he is missing this shit. No one can dance like Amy. She can work a man up in seconds. The woman has skill.

  Amy doesn’t meet my eyes as she crosses the room to where I am sitting. She is all business. Standing behind me, she runs her fingers through my hair and yanks hard, before shoving my head to the side roughly.

  Yeah, she is pissed at me. But that’s okay. I like it when she gets rough. Her hands roam my arms, her touch is airy and light. Her soft breasts are pressed against the back of my neck, and I wish I was burying my face in her cleavage.

  Coming around the chair she bends over, shaking that fine ass in my face. My girl, is so motherfucking sexy. I don’t know what I’m doing. Why do I push her away? She dances around me, teasing my cock. Her hips swing, seducing me with every thrust.

  I grab her hips to pull her into my lap, but she quickly pushes away, spinning around and shaking her head and wagging her finger at me. “No touching.” She smirks. Fuck! I need to touch her, now.

  Her blonde hair moves with her hips, beautiful.

  Christa is watching, taking mental notes. I had almost forgotten that she’s here.

  Amy dances around me, her body brushing against mine in a whisper of things to come. I need her, now.

  Finally, she puts me out of my misery and straddles my lap, bouncing her pussy against my crotch. Her hands are around my neck, her breasts teasing my mouth. I flick her lips with my tongue and she grins, screwing her lips into a perfect pout. So fucking kissable.


  I just want to drop her onto the floor and fuck her. Christa watching be damned. Maybe she will learn a little more.

  I think about doing exactly that as I nut all in my fucking jeans, like a damn horny schoolboy.

  Goddamn.

  I’m going to make her mine.

  I don’t want to fight.

  I don’t want to lust after shit that will never come to pass with Tread.

  I’m ready to be a man.

  I’m ready to be Amy’s man, if she’ll have me.

  The thought that she is through with me terrifies me, but her lips come down against mine, and I know we’ll be okay.

  “Maybe I should give you two a moment,” Christa excuses herself to the bathroom.

  I don’t even check to see if she has gone. I wrap my arms around my sexy little Peaches and swear I am going to love her.

  I’m going to be good to her.

  No one will ever hurt her again.

  I’ll make damn sure of it.

  “Fuck Peaches, you made me cum. Now take off those jeans so I can get lost in your pussy. I gotta have ye now and forever.”

  I kiss her hard, not able to get enough of her. Her heart is racing; I can feel the tempo of her heartbeat against my chest.

  “I’m gonna fuck ye fast. Then I’m gonna take ye slow. Then I’m gonna repeat making love to you every-goddamn-day for the rest of my life.” I lower her to the floor and get lost in the love she shows me in her eyes and between her heavenly thighs.

  Tread

  I should have left to meet Liberty ten minutes ago. My head is fucked. I don’t know if I can see her. When she left me, it nearly killed me. I swore I’d never love again and I haven’t. I don’t know what to do with the fact that she is here now and needs me. We meant a lot to each other once upon a time. I know I owe it to her, and myself, to see this meeting through.

  Christa comes down the hall looking embarrassed. “I’m just gonna use the bathroom and go. I think I understand what I need to do now.”

  “I’ll follow you out. I got some place to be.”

  I get halfway down the hall, about to tell Truth I’ll be back later, when I hear Amy moaning his name and Truth whispering ‘I love yous.’ I smile. I’m glad I don’t have to step in, seems they got their shit together on their own. I turn back around as Christa comes out of the bathroom looking so sweet.

  She blushes hearing the obvious love making going down in the other room. “Nothing to get embarrassed about. Watching Truth and Amy is fucking hot.” I crack the door open. I shouldn’t be intruding on their moment, but watching Christa squirm is too tempting. And it gives me more time to avoid seeing Liberty.

  She tries to back away from the erotic scene playing before our eyes, but I grab her hand, pulling her in front of me.

  Tread has Amy on the floor, her head is thrown back as she arches off the floor. His head is between her legs, eating that juicy cunt. My mind flashes to his lips around the head of my dick. I shake my head. Amy’s words are fucking with me. Another image dances before my eyes. My hand is gripping the top of his hair as I nut all over his beard. Christa jerking on my hand brings me out of whatever in the fuck that was. Is it a fantasy or did it happen?

  “I’m gonna do right by you,” he says, finger fucking her into a sated bliss. “I’m gonna make you mine Peaches. Everyone is gonna know, you belong to me, and only me.”

  I whisper dirty things in Christa’s ear, loving the way she tenses against me.

  “Does it make your pussy wet?” I growl in her ear and grab her cunt under her dress, only I’m thinking about Truth’s cock instead. Goddamn it.

  “I don’t think we should be watching them,” she murmurs in fascination, turning her head, and squeezing her thighs together.

  “They wouldn’t mind if we joined them,” I tell her knowing she’ll say no. Christa isn’t into this life and Truth is finally stepping up. My days of fucking Amy are over and a part of me is glad to see the cycle end. And another part of me wonders what would happen if I walked into the room and fucked them both. Would he come for me? Something tells me he would.

  Christa turns stiff. “Maybe not, but I’m not into that. Into all this. I need to go Tread. I shouldn’t have come here. I’ll do what I promised. You just hold up your end of the bargain.”

  I nod and let her go. Got somewhere I need to be. Christa will never accept my world and I won’t try to force it on her.

  Time to go see the one woman who accepts me for who and what I am.

  Chapter 15

  Meantime in Miami

  Elaine

  “I don’t know what to do. I am scared of my own shadow these days. I just know that the moment I stop looking over my shoulder Samil is going to show up.” I sigh twirling my straw in my cup.

  “You’re safe here. Have you thought about where you want to go or what you want to do? You don’t strike me as the hide forever kind of woman,” Karly observes. She seems to know me well. I know she has secrets but I don’t pry. She’ll share if and when she is ready.

  “I never thought I would leave him, ya know. We met when I was thirteen. I thought we would rule the world together. I thought we were untouchable. How dumb is that?” I throw my hands up.

  “It isn’t dumb. You were young and wanted the fairytale. We all do. Nothing wrong with wishful thinking,” my new friend muses.

  I continue to stare at my soda as the bubbles fizz around the edges. “I just—I don’t know. I want more. I wanted more than this for Stacia,” I deflect.

  “So give it to her. Don’t let a man hold you back. Have you ever considered…I don’t know the witness protection program?”

  She can’t be serious. Those people usually end up dead. Informants only have one future—death.

  “No.” I shake my head. “He’d find me. I’d never make it out of this city alive. I have no choices. I should just pack up Stacia and go back to him. Most of the city police are on his payroll. It’s only a matter of when he’ll show up here and raise seven kinds of hell.”

  “I know some people, if you ever change your mind. But no matter what you do Elaine, don’t go back. I know all too well what can happen. My sister…” she pauses with a sad sigh before continuing. “I don’t talk about her as often as I’d like, but her memory brings up painful thoughts. She was married to a criminal and it cost her, her life. She left once, but dumbly came back for me, and now she’s gone. She was murdered in retaliation. I won’t watch it happen to someone I care about again.”

  “I appreciate the sentiment and honesty, I do.”

  “But…,” she hedges with a curious brow.

  “He’s Stacia’s father and I can’t sell him out. He was a good man, once. I won’t be his downfall.”

  “I understand more than I would like to. I’ve done things, horrible things, and let me tell you, you aren’t protecting him. You aren’t doing either of you any favors by staying quiet.”

  “I hear what you are saying, I do.” I grin and look around the room at the other women seeking refuge here. I can’t hide here much longer. I can’t live in the shadows, even if I think it is for the better, Karly has a point. By staying quiet, I am only enabling Samil.

  “My break is over. I’ll check in on you before I go home.”

  “Okay, later.” I watch Karly exit and as she walks out of the cafeteria, sex in a suit comes strutting in, taking a double take at her as she retreats. I laugh silently. Karly is a gorgeous woman, whom I am sure turns many heads. She also happens to be very happily married.

  I can’t help but stare at the man as he scans the room looking for someone. His blue eyes are fevered with determination when his gaze comes to a rest on me. I nearly squawk at the unwelcome attention.

  I’ve done well to keep my head down and not make friends other than my chats with Karly. I can’t risk anyone knowing who I am. My name isn’t even Elaine, my real name is Genesis, and I am one of Samil’s many whores. That is the second reason I left him. I found out that he
had three other families, outside of the one we made when I gave birth to Amaris. Her name means ‘given by God.’ I thought I was special, I thought so many dumb things. And then I found out that Samil wanted to sacrifice our daughter, said doing so would bring him closer to his father—the devil. Him and his mother Lilith are insane. I feel bad for lying to Karly, but my identity would only put her in danger.

  The suit stops at my table and pulls out the chair Karly had occupied. My eyes graze over his tattooed knuckles and up to his menacing snarl. This man has seen a lot of battles. A devil emblem covers the side of his neck. Shit, I just know Samil has sent him for me.

  Running wouldn’t deter this man. He has the look of sex and danger. A hired gun no doubt.

  “You’re a hard woman to find, Genesis.” He grins proud, as my hands tremble under the table.

  “I don’t know who you’re talking about. My name’s Elaine.”

  He pulls a file from inside of his jacket and slides it in front of me. “Go ahead, take a peek inside.”

  Hesitantly, I flip the manila folder open. Bile creeps up my throat as I see photo after photo of Samil’s victims. I know he is responsible for these deaths. They are all marked with his trademark, a five pointed star, with a cross through the center and the numbers 666, are carved into their foreheads.

  Detective Jacob ‘Lucky’ Mitchell

  I have been tracking Genesis for months and I think I finally have a hit on her. There is a woman under the name of Elaine, living at Hope’s Haven, a Woman’s Shelter, who meets her description perfectly. I’m running out of time. This sadistic bastard Samil, thinks he’s a son of Satan, and that if he sacrifices enough of his enemies, he will be reborn as his reincarnate.

  I’ve been trying to gain entry into his circle for two years. I head a special gang division. We implant ourselves where needed inside of notorious gangs, motorcycle clubs, and sometimes, the mob. I’m damn good at my job. I only ever fucked up once when I got too involved with a mark. Her name was Baby. We were a disaster waiting to happen. I almost ruined my career and her life.