BoyScout (The Rebels MC)

by Avery Abbott

  “We should’ve taken care of him last night. That girl was high as a fucking kite. She probably doesn’t even remember getting in his car and sucking him off.” Hawk started in. He was the only one who I knew was on edge about jumping us back into something we had spent years digging out of, and neither of us wanted to end up in jail.

  “What’s the plan, brother?” Hound asked.

  “We wait until he leaves. Curvy roads all the way back home.”

  “Scout wants him to feel some pain, man.” Kick added.

  “I don’t give a shit what Scout wants.”

  He held up his hands in surrender. “All right, bro.”

  “So what? Surround and fire?”

  “No, Hound. I want him going over one of those cliffs alive. This is me. No guns drawn. I’ll be the one taking out his tires. This is my kid he’s messing with, so this shit falls on me to get done.”

  “So, some pain,” Kick mumbled.

  “Pfft…he’ll probably stroke out before hitting the guard rail.”

  “As long as he’s dead, I don’t a give a rat’s ass if he does or not.”

  It wasn’t until four in the afternoon when his Mercedes pulled out from the garage. He took off, his windows tinted, the car pimped out in black matte and black rims. A very sweet ride. It was almost a shame to wreck it.

  I led as they followed, all of us staying back, watching and waiting for an opportune time. We kept close but far enough for him not to grow suspicious. He put his blinker on and moved to the right lane. Cars flew by on either side as we headed down the 101, until he took the ramp, exiting after a good twenty-minute ride.

  “Where the hell is he going?” Hound shouted. He was riding to my right.

  I shrugged, motioning to keep following.

  It seemed like forever before it was just him and us. We rode his tail as we approached a bend, with the guys moving in front of me, taking the lead. Hound stayed by my side. I pulled my Glock out as the Mercedes screeched around the bend, going too fast. Hound motioned to me he was taking up the front. He flew past him, cutting him off, causing Chucky to swerve. I fired one shot into the back tire. Throttling faster, I fired off round two into the front tire.

  His car swerved, pounding into the rail before plunging down the canyon. We all slowed down making sure he was gone. A plume of smoke and dust filled the air a second later.

  I extended my arm, palm forward motioning for them to follow and clear the area.

  It was the first time I had blood on my hands in a long time and it felt good doing it for Shaw. She may never know he was gone and she was safe, but I would.

  Chapter 34

  BOYSCOUT

  It had been three days since guy’s left to hunt down Charlie and Shaw didn’t seem to be bothered by living with us at the clubhouse. It was painfully obvious the moment she walked into the kitchen area, dressed in my T-shirt and a pair of barely-there, panties. Slider looked over as she made a scene, reaching for a bowl up high, causing the shirt to rise, baring her beautiful ass.

  I kicked him under the table. “What?” he howled.

  I glared.

  “Fine.” He sipped his coffee, staring out to the garage.

  She came over with a bowl full of cereal and sat ridiculously close to Slider. “What are two talking about? Maureen and blowjobs?”

  I knew she was trying to provoke me. She’d been at me since Smokey and the others left, but I refused to take her bait.

  Slider spit his coffee out.

  “I’m taking a shower.” I stood and brought my dishes to the sink, dropping them in and leaving for later to wash.

  I needed to clear my mind when it came to her because that desire I had for her could get me killed. I pictured those legs, and that tight little body of hers so clearly as the warm water rained down over me, and then I saw those lips and remembered exactly what they looked like sucking me off. I reached down, pissed I was resorting to jacking off in the shower, but my dick didn’t care about my pride; it needed release.

  I stepped out of the shower, running a towel through my hair, and froze when I looked up wondering how long she’d been standing there. “Shaw?” I asked, after a full thirty seconds of her checking out my cock, which I was surprised was ready to go at just the sight of her.

  She folded her arms and blushed. “Can you cover that up?”

  I grinned. “Why?”

  “What do you mean, why?” She continued to avoid looking at me or it.

  “You’ve seen it before. In fact, up close and personal.” I stepped closer knowing it could be a huge mistake, but I was done with her trying to tempt me. We knew her game. She wanted out and she wanted to run. Kick had told me all about the suitcase, the urn…all of it, even before she mentioned heading east to me. And she was using sex to manipulate me.

  “You want another go? I’ve got condoms here. This time I could fuck you.”

  She cleared her throat. “I was hoping to talk,” she mumbled.

  “About what?” I dropped the towel and sat on the bed, naked. Not giving a shit.

  “Us.” She paced, biting her nail.

  “There is no us anymore. You know we can’t be together and frankly, after the shit you pulled, Shaw, blasting out the past of what we shared that night and saying yes to that fucker makes me not want you anymore.”

  She looked down. “I was mad at you.”

  “I know.”

  “Can you please put something on?”

  I stood and slipped on some jeans and sat back down.

  “Thank you.”

  She sat in front of me on her knees. “I came to say I’m sorry for that. You didn’t deserve it with everything you’ve done for me. I was being a mean, vindictive brat.”

  I hesitated, trying to get read on her, but felt she was telling the truth. “Apology accepted.”

  “Good. I miss you.” She smiled and sat up and folded herself to me. I stiffened as she hugged my waist, refusing to touch her, knowing I’d flip her over and do exactly what I just asked her for right on the fucking counter.

  I cleared my throat and pushed her off gently. “I got shit to do, Shaw.”

  “Okay.” She wet her lips with her tongue.

  I closed my eyes and moaned. She started to leave, but stopped short of the door, turning. “I want you to know something, Johnny.”

  I looked up when she said my name. “I do care about you. Never doubt that I didn’t.”

  I had to be a dick; it was the only way it would work. I couldn’t tell her how I really felt. I couldn’t tell her that I was madly in love with her. I couldn’t tell her I wanted to spend the rest of my nights falling asleep with her in my arms.

  “I’m sorry. I can’t say the same anymore, Shaw. I do hope you and Smokey have a good relationship going forward, but I’m done. We’re through.”

  Her eyes glassed over before she left, slamming the door.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, falling back onto the bed.

  Chapter 35

  SHAW

  “Where have you been?” I asked Smokey when he entered my room. I was reading a magazine that Slider was nice enough to pick up for me to give me something to do.

  “None of your business, kid,” he barked, reminding me club business was just that, club business.

  I placed the fitness magazine down on the bed. “Does that business mean I can go home now?”

  “Yeah, but…” he paced.

  “But, what?”

  He turned and came to sit beside me. “I have a nice place with an extra bedroom. It’s yours if you want it.”

  It was a nice gesture; one I probably would’ve taken him up on months prior. “Thank you, but no.”

  He nodded, sighing. “I figured.” He stood and started to leave. “I really do want to get to know you, Shaw.”

  “Okay.” I smiled, although I knew it was a weak one since I was still unsure of my future.

  He leaned against the door. “Scout tells me you’re a runner. I’m asking
you not to. I want you to give me a chance.”

  I coughed. “I wasn’t planning on it.” It felt like a lie since I wasn’t sure myself what I would do, and it made me feel like I was tricking him and being deceitful.

  His green eyes sparkled. “Good. How about you and I grab some dinner tonight? Your choice.”

  “Can Scout come?” I didn’t know why I asked, but Johnny made me feel safe and comfortable and Smokey made me feel uneasy and tense and I needed someone to be the third wheel.

  “No.”

  “Then I’m going to pass.”

  “Shaw,” he growled.

  “A rule, I know, but what if I need him there?”

  “Fine. I’ll bring him along.”

  “Great!” I sprang up. “M&B at seven?” I had been dying for their tacos and hadn’t them in weeks, so my mouth had been watering for them. “Wait!” I called out.

  Smokey turned.

  “I’m free to go?”

  “Yeah, your car is outside, keys in the ignition.”

  Once back in my condo, I took an extra-long shower to shave my legs and do a conditioning mask on my hair. Once done, I lathered myself in this coconut oil Fiona had given me in her welcome basket weeks ago. I was anxious cause I hadn’t seen her in a while, and I was hoping since she didn’t answer her door that she would be at work.

  Not wanting to seem enthusiastic to see Scout and talk to Smokey, I purposely was running late, since I decided to curl my hair and do my make-up. When I got there, Smokey was sitting in a booth by the window. Fiona was leaning down, speaking to him in a very private conversation. I tried to eavesdrop but they stopped talking when I approached.

  “Hey, Sugar.” Fiona pulled me into a quick, firm hug.

  “Hi, Fi. I missed you.”

  “It’s good to see you. I’ll check back on you.” She stepped away.

  I took a seat across from him, scooting to the wall to make room for Scout. “Where’s Johnny?”

  “I told him to be here. He must be running late.” He picked up the menu, so I followed, even though I knew exactly what I wanted for dinner.

  Carla came over, cracking gum and halted when her gaze landed on me. She grumbled then turned. “Smoke, what can I get you?”

  “A Stella and a Piña Colada for the lady.” She walked away and I noticed she put a little more oomph into her sway for Smokey, but he paid her no mind.

  “Let me guess—Scout told you I liked them?”

  He simply nodded.

  He placed the menu down. “So, tell me everything I missed.”

  “I think that might take more than one dinner.”

  He sat back and his eyes closed. He opened them and I saw sadness there. “Was she happy?”

  I was a little startled by his question and didn’t know quite how to answer him. “I think so.” I reached over and grabbed his hand. “I know she loved you. There was no one else. She once told me no man could measure to you and the love you shared.”

  He hung his head low. “I still can’t believe she’s gone. When Scout told me you were mine, I knew you had to be Dee’s by looking at you, and for one minute I grew hopeful that I’d see her again.” He looked up, his eyes glassy. “I’d take her back with open arms no matter what if she were alive. I just wish I got the chance to see you grow up. Maybe I would’ve been a different man, I don’t know.”

  His phone dinged. He let go of my hand and shook his head. He read the message with a frown.

  “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, although, Scout’s not coming.”

  “Oh.” I perked up. “Did he say why?” I tried to peek and see his phone, but it was a dark screen.

  “No, Shaw, he didn’t. My guess is it’s too hard for him, but it’ll get easier for him once you both move on.”

  I hid my true feelings behind a smile and a nod.

  After two hours of food and small talk about me getting a kitten possibly and yoga he insisted on bringing me home, even though it was just a short walk for me. He got on his bike first and handed me his helmet. I climbed on behind him, looking side to side, feeling as if someone had been watching us, but saw no one.

  Chapter 36

  BOYSCOUT

  She was safe now that she was back in her condo. It had been two weeks since I had talked to her. Two weeks since we took Charles Conley out of commission. Two weeks of me being a miserable prick.

  The only way I could keep tabs on her and see her was through the monitors we had on her place. I had spent more time fast forwarding or rewinding just to catch a glimpse of her. I had sent her one text trying to get her to forgive me, but her response was not a positive one.

  I had broken my promise to her to keep her safe, not because of jealousy. (Well, maybe a little) I had no way of knowing what Charles was planning to do with her, but I could not take the risk of losing her forever, versus losing her friendship. At least she’d be alive and able get to know Smokey, and I’d still get to see her.

  It was getting late, but I hated going home alone since my mind ran with thoughts of kidnapping her and splitting town. So, I was playing pool with Kick and Hound. Smokey and Hawk had long gone home, while Slider was out doing the pick-ups for the week.

  I didn’t know what possessed me to check on her, but I found my ass in the office after grabbing another beer for one more check-up on her. Her door was closed, hallway empty. I flipped to the other monitor set up in the main room, which focused on the sofa area where she watched television. Nothing. We didn’t place one in her bedroom for fear of invading her privacy more than we already had.

  I sighed, ready to get up and play another round, resigned she was sleeping, when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. “Fuck,” I muttered. I leaned in closer, straining my eyes, still unable to make out the figure, but it was large, way too large to be Shaw.

  I yanked out my cell.

  “Yo,” Slider answered right away.

  “You still doing the pick-ups?”

  “Just left M&B, heading to Leather now, why?”

  I rubbed the nape of my neck, silently freaking out. “You got to go check on Shaw.”

  “Why?

  “I think I saw someone in there.”

  “All right.” He sighed through the phone. “You owe me. On my way.”

  I hollered for Kick and Hound to come in and see if they saw the same thing as I did, although, I had lost the dark figure even with the rewind.

  Chapter 37

  SLIDER

  My phone chimed again. “Yeah?”

  “You there?” Scout asked.

  “Just got here. Front door’s unlocked. I’m going in.” I kept the cell to my ear, hearing them talking on the other end while I looked around. “It’s dark, but there doesn’t seem to be anything out of place.”

  “Check her room, Slider.”

  “Does she have a gun?”

  “What? No.”

  “I don’t want to get shot doing a good deed. What if she’s banging someone?”

  “Fucking go in there,” Scout screamed.

  I pulled the cell from my ear. “Settle down, Francis. I’m going.”

  Quietly, I walked down the hall. It was a small condo so not many places to hide. There were three doors. I knew one was laundry, one a powder room and one her bedroom door. Two were closed, one being her room, which I thought was odd.

  I turned the knob slowly, not wanting to scare her. Carefully, I opened it peering around, and then my eyes landed on her bed. “Fuck,” I mumbled. I put the phone to my ear. “Hurry, shit! This is not good.” And hung up, tucking the phone back in my pocket.

  She was lying on the bed, hands tied to the frame. Make-up staining her cheeks, either dead or passed out. My cell started to blow up, but I couldn’t answer, not now.

  “Fuck, Shaw.” I ran to her, feeling for a pulse and breathed a sigh of relief upon finding it. “Sweetheart.” I tapped her face. “Honey, wake up.”

  Nothing. I tried to untie her but the kno
ts were too tight.

  Concluding whoever did this to her most likely was still in the room, I sat back on my boots and peered around and noticed a pair of men shoes poking out from the curtain. I reached for my piece, but realized I had forgotten it when I left the club to do my runs.

  I glanced at Shaw one more time and quietly rose to my feet. “Cocksucker, I know you’re in here. Show your face.” The feet under the curtain moved ever so slightly.

  The light from below illuminating the room. He stepped out, holding a kitchen knife. “What the fuck? You’re supposed to be dead.”

  “Let me go and you won’t see me again.” He moved closer, holding up the blade like it was a wall of protection.

  I scoffed. “You think you’re going to take me out with that little thing, you’re surely mistaken.”

  “I have no beef with you. Let me walk and I won’t need to use this.”

  I laughed. “Give it your best shot, asshole.”

  Then the door busted open and feet scurried toward us. He made a quick move, but I grabbed him, slamming my arm down over and over until the knife fell to the floor.

  Hound, Kick and Scout came flying inside.

  Chapter 38

  BOYSCOUT

  Somewhere along the line I had heard Kick make a call to Smokey so I knew he and Hawk wouldn’t be far behind, but my focus was on Shaw. I grabbed the knife Chucky dropped, going to her, doing my best to keep my shit together and cut her free from the iron rails.

  I scooped her into my arms and held on for dear life, rocking her back and forth, and running my hand through her hair. In the back of my mind, I knew they had taken him and left us alone, but I heard Smokey’s voice hollering at Chucky in the other room.

  They came back in, except Slider, who was probably holding Chuck down. Five sets of eyes were glued to us, wordless as Shaw slipped in and out of awareness. “What did he say?”