BoyScout (The Rebels MC)

by Avery Abbott

  He went to leave but stopped short and turned. “I can’t believe I’m getting both, you and the club.”

  I snuggled Stevie. “Me either. Are you happy?”

  He grinned from the door. “Sunshine, I’ve never been happier.” He winked again and then left to his club.

  THE END

  STAY TUNED FOR BOOK 2- SLIDER

  “Paging Noah Clark to the front office. Noah Clark.” I heard Kick call over the intercom, trying to hold in his laughter while he hunched over the engine of a ‘58 Chevy Impala.

  I was going to ignore my brother, figuring he was just fucking with me, but then Kick popped his head into the garage. “Dude, some hot piece of ass is here to see you.”

  The only hot piece of ass I’d been tapping as of late had been a stripper at L&L named Cheyenne, and Kick knew her in the biblical sense as well, so it couldn’t be her.

  I sighed, praying it wasn’t his sister. She was last thing I needed to deal with right now. But, it wouldn’t surprise me if she showed up out of the blue, needing something in the way of cash for whatever adventure she was looking to splurge on. She loved to travel and had zero interest in settling down with a man.

  “Who?”

  Kick shrugged. “Some hot as fuck chick that’s who.”

  I made my way over, peering over his shoulder, not seeing anyone. I stepped around him and went into the main office where clients waited for their cars. Hawk was plugging in some information into the computer, but that was it and then the door opened from the customer bathroom and out she walked.

  I almost fell back into the desk. What the fuck? “Molly?” I murmured. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  Molly had been my girlfriend all through high school and then disappeared off the face of the planet with no good-byes, no Dear John’s, no nothing. And I’d nearly lost my mind trying to find her. I thought she had gone off to college— her dream was Northwestern—but she never went. I’d checked. I’d even hounded her folks day in and day out for months, but they refused to budge.

  “Noah, it’s been a long time.” I closed my eyes briefly at hearing my name roll off her tongue like it always had. She had a soft, sweet twang from growing up in Alabama before she moved to California when she was thirteen.

  I heard Hawk snickering behind me as he got up to leave, giving us privacy. I rolled my eyes and then shrugged. “It has. What are you doing here?”

  “I was in town and your sister, well, Becky, gave me your address where to find you.”

  “She did, huh?” I took a mental note to kick her ass.

  She nodded, and she took my breath away at how beautiful she still was after all these years. Long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, rosy cheeks and full beautiful lips that I used to love to kiss all night long.

  I shook my head, trying to erase an old naked image of her underneath me, one I thought was long gone, but looking at her it had come flooding right back. We had both been virgins and it was the summer between sophomore and junior year of high school. We were both shaking, panting, nervous, but ridiculously happy in love in the back of my car.

  She was underneath me, panting we had been making out so long. Both our tops were on the floor, but she was still in her bra and skirt. Me in my jeans. She cupped my face. “What are you thinking about, Noah?”

  “I’m thinking I love you.” She smiled and shimmied out of her skirt. I moved off her and took my jeans and boxers down, and grabbed a condom.

  She shivered when I fell back down on her. “Are you scared?”

  “No. Maybe,” she whispered.

  “We don’t have to, you know. I want this to be perfect and we’re in my car.”

  “It is perfect.” She reached around my neck and pulled me down. “Show me you love me.”

  Before I could talk myself out it, knowing this would probably suck being our first time, I rolled on the condom and slid her panties down. “You’re sure?”

  “Yes, Noah,” she assured me.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She shook her head, smiling. “You would never hurt me.” I pressed my lips to hers and slowly slid inside of her, biting off curse after curse at how amazing she felt. I held myself above her, slowly thrusting inside. I pressed my forehead against hers. “Molly, do you feel how much I love you?”

  “Yes,” she captured my mouth with hers, swallowing our moans.

  I shook my head, erasing the memory. “What are you doing here?”

  “You already asked me that?”

  “Did you answer and I missed it?” Maybe she did. I didn’t know if my brain was functioning properly at this point from seeing the one girl I never in a million years thought I’d lay eyes on again.

  She smiled and her pearly whites gleamed. She had one of those beautiful full smiles that were contagious. “I was hoping we could catch up?”

  I scoffed. “Catch up? You can’t be serious?”

  She started making her way to me and the closer she got the more I backed up. My ass hit the desk and she came to stand in front of me. “You look good. Different but good.” Her small, soft hands came onto my biceps as she pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. I turned away, ashamed. I was ready to forgive her just by one little peck, and the scent of the perfume she always wore that drove me wild.

  No. No fucking way could I go through that hurt again. I swore allegiance to my heart when I was nineteen when she ripped it out and took it with her.

  I held her at bay. “Yeah. I’m kind of busy with work. Becky shouldn’t have given you my number, Moll. I’m not interested in getting reacquainted.”

  “Oh.” Her face fell and her blue eyes got glassy. “I guess I can understand.”

  I moved past her to walk away and head back into the shop, but twisted around, needing one thing from her—the reason she left. “Why did you leave me?”

  She looked down. “I went to college.”

  “No, you didn’t. I checked.”

  “Not Northwestern. I took some time off and visited an aunt and uncle back in Alabama for a bit and did two years of community college.”

  “That doesn’t answer my question. Why did you leave me?”

  She shook her head and tears sprang into her eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s not what you think. I loved you, Noah.”

  “It’s not Noah anymore; it’s Slider.”

  “Oh! Why?”

  I decided not to take a walk down memory lane and explain how I became a brother. “I assume you found your way here; you can find your way back to where you came from.”

  I walked out, slamming the door with my exit, needing to get as far away from her as possible. I grabbed a pack of smokes off the table and lit one up, even though I haven’t touched one in years, needing something to calm my nerves. Three of my brothers were watching me with curious eyes. And then the door I’d just closed opened and Molly walked through it, tears streaming down her face, her make-up running along with it.

  She didn’t budge.

  “Did you love me, Noah?”

  “You know I did.” She ran to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Then don’t let go of me.”

  “Whoa! Molly, I suggest you back the hell up or one of two things is going to happen.”

  Her glistening baby blues looked up, just like they always had when I held her petite frame. “What?” She sniffled.

  “I’m either going to strangle you until death or pick you up and take you to my room and fuck you senseless, so if you want to opt out of both of those, I suggest you back way the fuck up.”

  “Let’s go,” Scout ordered the rest to head outside.

  She looked down ashamed, but didn’t budge. “Noah, please, I need your help. I’m in trouble.”

  I leaned back on the table, inhaling and taking in her words. “What kind of trouble?”

  Her eyes were full of unshed tears. “The kind that’s not good.”

  “And you thought me being in an MC would take care of that trouble for you?”

/>   She shook her head. “Noah, I didn’t even know you were in one until Becky told me.” Another mental note, cut Becky from her Christmas present this year.

  “What didn’t she tell you?”

  “That’s it.”

  “Does she know what trouble you’re in?”

  “No,” she whispered, her head down.

  I stubbed the cigarette out and strode over to her, lifting her chin. Big mistake. I remembered those eyes, those tears, and how they always made me crumble like a cheap suit. “What kind of trouble?”

  “I was seeing someone. He wasn’t a good man, but I didn’t know what he was involved in for a good year or so. I left, but he found me, and hit me. I took some time and then I left again and he found me. This time he really did some damage. I couldn’t move for days. It’s been two months since I left. I’ve been hiding everywhere. I’ve been using cash I had saved from my job and some I took from him. It’s the longest he’s been looking for me. I’m afraid he’s going to find me again and kill me this time.”

  “Jesus Christ, what shit is he involved in?”

  “He’s a cop who lost his badge, I hope, recently. I found out he was a shady cop, involved with this gang on the Southside of Chicago. He helped them with their drug trade and guns. They paid him off for help and to stay out of jail.”

  “Why did he lose his badge?”

  “I called in an anonymous tip right before I split.”

  “Shit, Molly, this is not good.”

  “You think I don’t know that?” Tears filled her eyes once again and her pouty mouth quivered in fear.

  “Fuck, come here.” She crashed into me and my arms fit around her perfectly like they always had, except I was much bigger than I was back then. “I’ll keep you safe while I look into him. I need a name.”

  She sniffled in my chest. I looked up to the ceiling, silently asking Him why the hell He was doing this to me all over again. “Brian, Brian Wells.”

  Fuck, looked like I was bringing the club back to the table for a vote. A vote, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to bring, but knew I needed their help to keep her safe. “We have a safe room here. You have shit in the car with you? Clothes and stuff?”

  She nodded into my chest. “All right. Give me your keys and I’ll get them.”

  She reached into her back pocket, still not letting go of me. “The black Jetta.”

  I took her keys.

  “Noah?” She looked up and I swore it was like I was back in love and in high school with just her whispering my name.

  “Yeah?”

  “Thank you.”

  I nodded, pulled her hands from my waist and went to the Jetta, cursing myself out knowing without a doubt I’d die if it meant saving her. Even with what she did to me. Even after all these years, I would still protect her like I always had.

  Acknowledements

  I’d like to say thank you to Dorothy Callaghan for her awesome editing and advice.

  Thank you to, Melissa Gill for her amazing cover. You nailed it. I can’t wait to see what comes next with Slider’s cover.

  I’d like to thank all the readers who took a chance and added this to your Kindle, Nook, iPad, and/or whatever device.

  Your support means the world to me.

  Thank you to my loving family for their continued support.

  And, thank you, Amy Gamet for helping me get my mojo back.