BoyScout (The Rebels MC)

by Avery Abbott

  “Oh,” I sat back. “In two days?”

  “Yes. I could bring you back with me, or you can meet me there on Saturday. I made a reservation for you at the Four Seasons in Westlake Village. Only the best for you.” His knuckles glided across my jawline.

  I shook my head, ready to turn him down, but then remembered my plan and could use that twenty-five thousand to make my plan work smoothly. “Actually, that’s perfect. Is the reservation under your name, or mine?”

  “Mine, I’ll text you the address. I got to go. Early meeting.” He lifted my hand to his mouth and grazed his lips across my knuckles. “I’m looking forward to this weekend, Harley.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

  “Yes, me too.” I lied, pulling my hand back, feeling uncomfortable, but he just smiled and turned to leave.

  With his hand on the door, he said, “Until then, my Angel.”

  I nodded, wanting to run away now and not look back.

  Chapter 26

  BOYSCOUT

  I was detailing a car when my cell rang. “Yeah, Fi?”

  “Hey, Scout, thought you’d want to know Charles went to see Shaw last night.”

  My jaw ticked at hearing his name. “And?”

  “He bumped up the plans to this weekend. I thought you’d want to know.”

  “I do. Thanks, Fiona, and do me a favor? Do not let on to her that you told me.”

  “I wouldn’t dare. I don’t like the sound of this guy.”

  “Where is she now?”

  “Taking a nap.”

  “Good.” I hung up.

  Kick had watched over her while Slider had gone to L.A. to gather the intel on the guy and had mentioned she was ready to bolt, but he and thankfully Jody had put a damper on her escape plans. She had been calling me and texting me, but I needed to focus on protecting her and getting what I needed to prove to her what a bastard this guy was. And she would only be a distraction, so I avoided her at all costs.

  Slider and I already planned on how to catch her; I just needed to move it up a bit. “I’ll be back,” I hollered to Hound, who was working on a Harley. He merely nodded, paying me no mind.

  Besides a gas station down in Pacific Beach we were the only shop close enough to fix it for her. In between welding and hammering the metal on the roof of the Camaro, I listened in on every call that came in.

  It wasn’t until after eight at night when I saw Slider motion that it was her and then I heard him say, “Tow is on the way.”

  “Me or you?” He asked.

  “Me.”

  He tossed me the keys. I reached up and nabbed them mid-air. “Make sure Smoke is here. I need about thirty minutes.”

  I knew the minute I lifted the hood and pocketed the spark plug from Shaw’s car twenty minutes later, I had sunk to an all knew low even for me, but I needed to get her to the shop. To Smokey, because they last thing I wanted to find out was him heading to L&L by chance to have him see her take off her clothes. I called Howie to check the schedule to learn she was off tonight. And with Fiona’s call and leaving in two days with that prick, I needed to act now.

  He nodded and lifted the phone to his ear. I rolled up to her condo and saw Shaw looking under the hood, like she knew what she was looking for. I grinned, knowing she’d never figure it out. Hell, she probably didn’t even know what a spark plug was.

  She turned when she heard the crunching of the tires against the pebbled parking lot. She bit down on her lip, which sent a shiver straight to my dick. Those damn lips and those eyes were a powerful weapon she had against me and every time she looked at me with that smile, it practically decimated me.

  I hopped out and went to her. “Shaw.”

  “Scout.” I ignored her calling me by my nickname.

  “What seems to be the problem?”She rolled her pretty eyes.

  “If I knew the answer to that I wouldn’t need you.”

  I ignored her shit attitude. “Let me take a peek under the hood.”

  She stepped to the side, arms crossed, her eyes following my hand movements as I pretended to tinker around.

  “Go try and start her up.”

  She did and nothing.I pretended to do something else and told her to give it another go.

  Nothing.

  “Looks like it’ll need a tow.”

  “How much is that going to cost me?”

  I looked at her. She was wearing these cute little white shorts with some frilly blouse covered in flowers. Sweet as hell. “All of a sudden worried about money. What happened to Mr. Indecent Proposal?”

  She grinned. “Jealous?”

  “Maybe, I am. Maybe, I’m not. But the one thing I’m sure of, Babe, is you’ll never know that answer.”

  She narrowed her green eyes and I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at her attempt to shoot daggers at me. I found it cute as hell.

  She tapped her foot on the ground impatiently. “When will the car be ready?”

  “Couple days at the most. Let me get the paperwork,” I told her, fully knowing I had left it behind. I jogged to the truck and then motioned inside like I was rifling through shit and then went to her empty handed.

  “Slider must’ve forgotten to put the paperwork inside the truck. Sorry, but you’ll have to come to the shop and sign off before we work on it.”

  “I have to get to work. Can I do it Monday when I get back from Arizona? I’m visiting Tommy.”

  I couldn’t believe she was lying to me, flat out, straight to my face, but I kept my cool, knowing I couldn’t let on to her fib. “Yeah, sure, but we can’t start working on it without your John Hancock, and we’re back to back on rebuilds next week, which means you’re looking at least a week until we can get to it.”

  “Shoot!” Her hand lifted and she nibbled on the outside of her finger.

  I rolled my eyes. The chick couldn’t even curse but she was willing to bang some asshole for a better bank account. “I guess I could come, but would you be willing to bring me to work once I do?”

  “Yeah, Shaw.” I started walking.“I thought you had off tonight?”

  “I did. It seems Cherry and her boyfriend broke up again and she refuses to go on until she talks to him and apparently, he’s playing hide and seek so well she can’t find him.”

  I merely bobbed my head. “Why don’t you hop inside and I’ll get her hooked up so we can head out.”

  “Thanks, Scout.” She smiled, but it wasn’t one I was used to, this one was more shy, timid or embarrassed, maybe even fake, and I found I hated that on her, too.

  Once I got her car all hooked up, I jumped in and turned on the radio to avoid unpleasant conversation, because the only thing I wanted to do was scream some sense into her. After the short fifteen-minute drive, we pulled in and I saw not only Smoke’s bike, but everyone else’s, which meant one of them opened his fucking mouth, so there was back-up if shit went south.

  Shaw looked nervously around, but once I opened her door, she took my hand when I offered to help her down. “Will this take long?”

  “Depends on you and Smoke.” She scurried back at the mention of his name, deep into the truck. But I just followed her inside and grabbed her foot. “Hate me all you want, but you’re going to meet your dad tonight, and then if you want to go fuck that prick, that’s up to you.” I hauled her to me.

  She put up a good fight, but she wasn’t even close to winning. Once I managed to slide her feisty little ass off the seat, I tossed her over my shoulder.

  She started banging on my back and I made out she was crying as she screamed for me to put her down. A few I hate you’s and a hefty dose of I’ll never forgive you’s. Nothing I didn’t expect, in fact; I was ready for all of it, and maybe it was selfish of me, but if it meant her not selling her body and her soul for some green, and being killed while earning that money, I’d take the hit, gladly.

  Chapter 27

  SHAW

  Johnny carried me several feet before placing me down. My cheeks were wet with tears, my h
air a disheveled mess, and I lost one of my flip-flops in his truck when he went all caveman and hauled me out of it.

  Making a quick attempt at smoothing my hair, I glanced to the side to see the mechanic shop and to the left of that a building with The Rebels spray painted in huge black letters across it. Several bikes parked one by one in the front. And off to the other side, a chain-linked fence that might be the answer to my freedom as I contemplated the height and how far I could get before Johnny latched on to me and hauled me back down.

  He was watching me intently as I tried to compose myself and I was sure at this point he meant business. He bent down an inch from my face. “Get it out of that pretty little head of yours.”

  I shot him my best death glare, but his eyes just crinkled, amused. He tagged my hand, gripping it hard in his, and yanked me closer to him. “Johnny?” I pled and decided flirtation was the way to go, once I saw the indecision in his eyes when I said his name.

  He did tell me he wanted me on more than one occasion and right now I needed a card in my hand to go in my favor. I just hoped like Jody said, men had two brains, and I just needed to get the smart one to turn off.I took my hand, slipping it under his loose tee, and let my fingers trail up and down his chest, lingering around the damn vee with a little trail of brown hair that led to one of his finer assets.

  He tugged my hand and yanked it out. “Stop, Shaw.”

  “Why?” I bit down on my lip, trying to look sexy. Going up on my tippy toes, I leaned into him and pressed my lips to his. He went stark still, but the second I glided my tongue across his lips, he pulled me into him and covered my mouth with his like he had lost all control. And oddly, that power excited me, knowing the effect I had on him.

  He was still gripping my one hand firmly in his, but the one he let go off slowly curved around his waist and I slipped it into his back pocket and squeezed.He sighed into my mouth, lavishing my tongue with his, and I could feel his desire when he pressed into me, his hand curling around my back.

  He kissed me hard and I was finding it hard to keep up, but then he stopped and pulled slightly back, resting his forehead on mine. “It’s not going to work, Sunshine, but thanks.”

  I pulled back. “For what?”

  “A last kiss, because, Babe, that’s the last one that you’re gonna get.”

  “I thought you liked me? You told me you wanted me.”

  “I did. Past tense.”

  “Why? I’m not beautiful enough for you anymore? Not fast enough in the bedroom for you?”

  “Babe, you’ll always be beautiful, but your curb appeal dropped the minute you whored yourself out.”

  My mouth fell open, not knowing how he found out. “I was going to tell you.”

  “Yeah, well too fucking late, Sunshine. You should’ve done it earlier. Instead, you chose to lie about seeing Tommy. Otherwise, maybe, just maybe, we wouldn’t be standing here.”

  That was the problem with Johnny; he was too smart, and he seemed to always be one step ahead of me, which I blamed on my mother and myself for not making me street smart. I looked down at my watch. “Take me to work, Scout, please? I’m already running late. Howie is going to go ballistic.”

  He shook his head, arms crossed, assessing me.

  “It’s not too late. He doesn’t know we’re here. Please.” I begged, gripping the front of his shirt.

  “Yeah, he does,” he mumbled quietly.” He stepped to the side and I realized in my attempt to seduce him, I had not heard the five men gaping at us who had stepped outside.

  “I’m sorry, Sunshine, I didn’t want to do it this way,” he whispered into my hair and then grabbed me around my waist and pushed me forward in front of him. He kept his hand on the small of my back, leading me to the one man I had no desire to meet.

  “I think I got something that belongs to you, Smoke.”

  My eyes immediately went to the one guy I recognized from the worn photo of him and my mother.

  His eyes trained my way, but I could tell he was confused as all hell. “Scout, no chick belongs to me especially one that young, and it’s too early to be a birthday present.”

  “Eww,” I muttered. Scout turned and narrowed his eyes, which told me to be quiet, then he looked back at his main target.

  “I think this one does, boss.” He shoved me forward and it forced me to make a direct hit against my father’s chest. The sun had gone down and the lights were beaming in my face, so I couldn’t tell if he noticed we had a matching set of eyes, right down to the shape and color.

  His gaze stayed on me for a few long seconds. I heard a throat clear beside me, but ignored it. “What is this?” I knew he was asking Scout, but his eyes were still searching my face.

  “Look for yourself. I started piecing the puzzle together, but couldn’t do it until recently.”

  “What did you find recently?” he bit off.

  “The last piece, man. She’s your kid.”

  I spun and yelled at Johnny, “I can’t believe you did this.”

  “Believe it, Shaw. Because here’s your chance to get that daddy you came searching for.”

  “I hate you.”

  “Wish I can say the same fucking thing, but, Sunshine, I can’t.”

  Rule #15: Don’t curse. It’s not lady like.

  “You are a pain in my… my…my hole.”He chuckled. “Your hole?”

  “Yes,” I said matter-of-factly.

  “Which hole would that be, Shaw?”I was highly aware my sperm donor was staring down at me, most likely trying to figure if an April Fool’s Day joke was being played on him three months too late, but I was spitting mad at Johnny for not listening to what I had wanted. Instead, doing what he wanted, and I knew exactly why—jealousy.

  Johnny stepped to me toe to toe, his eyes challenging me, and then I was yanked back into the broad chest of sperm donor dad. “Scout,” he warned, his voice deep.

  “You know exactly which one,” I remarked, feeling overly confident that Smokey was holding onto my belt loop in case Scout pounced.

  That was until I realized Johnny was not afraid of him, because he leaned down into my face. “Babe, you give me five minutes and I’ll be a pain in both your holes, another five, the one you’re speaking out of, if you’re not careful.”

  “You’re disgusting,” I bit off.

  “Enough!” Smokey boomed. “Enough of this back and forth bullshit. You,” he grabbed Johnny by his shirt and fisted it. “In my office, now. The rest of you leave us alone.” With that he grabbed my forearm and started hauling me inside the building.

  It was then I remembered their little rule and since I was madder than a wet hen, I took this time to let it out. I looked around, grinning wide. “Well, if we’re going to do this, I guess I should mention how good of a mouth you really do have, Scout, and that tongue, damn!” I looked to Smokey, still grinning. “Oh, and don’t worry Daddy Dearest, you’d be proud. I know you bikers like your blowjobs, so I made sure to swallow all of it like a pro.”

  Scout made an attempt to come at me, but two guys grabbed him and held him back. “Are you fucking shitting me right now, Shaw? You picked a hell of a time to announce that shit.”

  “Oh,” I lifted my hand to my chest. “I’m sorry, was I not supposed to say anything?”

  “You’re unbelievable. What the fuck was I thinking?”

  Some guy I had never seen before led me inside as Scout stood outside shouting profanities. Smokey followed and closed the main door, silencing Scout’s voice. As soon as we entered, it seemed like it was a pretty cool place to hang out: pool table, a bar, a bunch of tables and chairs, music playing in the background and a woman was lying on a black leather couch, practically naked. She jumped when she saw me and Smokey.

  “Who’s this?”

  “None of your business, Half-Pint. Gotta go.”

  “What? What do you mean, I have to go?”

  He didn’t say anything, but I saw the look he gave the new guy who left my side and immediat
ely went to her, grabbed her hand, forced her to go with him and then shoved her out the door.

  He closed it and then for good measure, locked it.“Sit,” Smokey ordered, once he let go of me inside a small room with a desk, a few chairs and a small table with several bottles of alcohol on it. Johnny joined us a minute later, and since I didn’t know my father I couldn’t tell if he was pissed off at him or ready to hug him.

  Once Johnny sat in the chair next to me, he dropped his legs and his knee touched mine. I crossed mine to avoid touching him. “Who are you?”

  “Shaw.”

  “I got that part, Sweetheart. Who’s your mom?”

  “Deidre Hayes.” The second I said her first name he flinched like he’d been hit in the chest by a baseball bat, but then just as quickly he composed himself. He murmured her name like it was the most painful thing to do.

  “Well, if you are Dee’s kid, I imagine she told you I don’t want her back in my life. Is that what this is all about? She knew the rules. She broke them.”

  “What rules?” I whispered.

  “I don’t give broads second chances. She split, making me think she was kidnapped or dead. It’s obvious looking at you she was neither of those things. How did you find out about me? Did she talk about us?”

  “She never really mentioned you; I mean, she did, but only because I asked about you a gazillion times.”

  “And what did she tell you?”

  “That I reminded her of you and how you were the love of her life.”

  He snorted when I told him how she had felt. “Could’ve fooled me. Up and split, like I said, never to be heard from again. Fucking, gutted me.”

  “I’m sorry,” I apologized, unsure of what to say. I kneaded my hands on my lap nervously.

  “You why she split?”

  “Yes and no. I have a letter I can let you read, and my birth certificate with your name on it, but I don’t have them on me, seeing as I was forced here to begin with.”