Rebel POV.I stand from my bar stool; I begin to dance as I make my way through the crowd. Esmee Denters Outta Here is playing. Whoever requested this is a fucking legend. I twirl, taking out the concealed blade that is strapped to the inside of my thigh. As I twirl again, I flick my wrist and it hits its target.Raising my arms in the air, I move my hips as I dance towards James. I smirk, seeing he is dead. I walk away, still dancing. I don’t need to worry about my prints being on anything, as I have the latest tech on my fingertips that conceals them.I smile as I dance some more. As I twirl, I bump into a hard chest. I stumble back and look up, ready to tell the dickhead to watch where they are going, only for the words to die in my throat. Dante Fanucci.“Steady, I apologise. I wasn’t looking where I was going when you twirled into my path.” He says his voice is deep and smooth, his hands are on my waist and my ovaries jump. Yes, I know how drop dead gorgeous this man is. I’m a ho
Dante POV.What was I thinking? I just fucked her like a whore, when she was anything but. But she got under my skin with her observation of me. Yes, it was cruel to walk away the way I did, but she got under my skin.She has been doing that since I first laid eyes on her when she was working in that diner, five years ago.I knew who she was. I could tell she was hurting, and I wanted to make it better for her. So I started going to the diner to see her, just a normal customer. We would talk, make polite conversation. She would smile, but I could see the pain in her eyes. It made my heart bleed for her. Such a beautiful woman with so much pain in her soul.She doesn’t recognise me, especially when I don’t look like I did back then. It hurts that she doesn’t and won’t remember me. What did I expect? She has travelled all over the world and seen countless faces. Of course, she wouldn’t recognise me. All I was trying to do was watch out for her. The sad, lonely girl who you could tell wa
Scythe POV.Waking the next afternoon next to the sleeping redhead. I climb out of bed. I texted Rebel, telling her I was heading out last night, but she didn’t respond, no doubt having her own fun. I look at the sleeping woman at the side of me and I hate this part. I wake her up and tell her it’s time for her to leave. At least she doesn’t try to cling.Once again, the only way for me to satisfy this woman or any woman was to imagine they were Rebel. I know that’s all kinds of sick and wrong, but I need my release too. Even if I can’t have Rebel. Rebel is just perfect. She knows I’m bisexual and doesn’t bat an eye at that. Then again, so is she. But I only want her, but I know I can’t have her.She doesn’t know how much I love her. How much it hurts to see her with other men and women. How I wish it was me that makes her scream. But I know nothing will happen between us. She doesn’t see me like that. To her, I’m like a brother, her partner in crime, her hunting buddy.We call it hun
Rebel POV.Dante places me on my feet in his bedroom, and I just glare up at him. The asshole has a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. It boils my piss that he is so smug. Bastard!“Look, as fun as this has been, I need to go. So you can shower and tuck yourself up in bed and read a bedtime story before you drift off to dreamland. Ok?” I smirk at him, folding my arms over my chest and popping my hip to the side.“Sit.”“I maybe a raging bitch, but I’m not a dog. I. Don’t. Take. Your. Orders! So fuck you!” I smile at him and he rolls his eyes as he stalks closer to me. Everything screams to back up. But I don’t. I stand firm as I glare at him.“You have already done that. Besides, I’ve spoken to Alessa and I hate to break it, you buttercup, but you are stuck with me as you said before. But I have a proposal for you,” he says and I chuckle, looking down at the floor, shaking my head. Wow, he likes the sound of his own smooth, deep voice. What? No. Head out of the gutter.“This early
Rebel POV.I can do this. It is time he found out the truth. It is going to kill him, but it doesn’t matter. He will never see me as anything more than a friend.“Dyl, sit down for this. What I have to say is not going to be easy to hear.” I say as he looks at me with a frown on his face.“Did someone hurt you? Tell me Rebel, who hurt you?” he grabs my hands and I’m taken aback at that is what he would think.“No, nothing like that. Please, just sit down.” I say to him and I sigh as I move to the desk and take the chair, turning it around and straddle it so my chest is against the backrest. I look around the room and smile at how much it hasn’t really changed.“Ok, Rebel. I’m all ears.” He says, sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his legs apart, muscles relaxing. I look into his eyes and I know after today our friendship will be destroyed.“Dyl, there are things about me that you don’t know. I have kept them secret to …”“I know. We all know about you being a mem
Dante POV.Looking through the files of each boss I feel is involved in my contract, I sigh, feeling a headache coming on. This is driving me insane. Why can’t I just be left alone to run my business? Why does everything have to be a damn competition? It’s pathetic.The elevator dings and I hear the tapping of shoes on the floor as I stand from my desk. I know it will be either Rebel, my men, or my family. No one is that stupid, but then again that Katrina woman got in. I reach for my gun when the door to the study opens and my sister walks in.“Christina, why are you here?” I walk around the desk to give my sister a hug, and she hugs me back.“I missed you. Grandpa told me what is happening, and I had to cut my vacation short to be there for you. Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks with a pout on her pretty face. I smile at her.“I didn’t need you to worry. I have it handled. Come and tell me about your trip.” I say as we both enter the kitchen and I make a start on coffees for us.“I
Rebel POV.They both look at me with various degrees of shock on their faces. So I will take that as a yes.“You know him too.” Dante says, and I nod my head, yeah I do. But I only just found out his name.“The one I …” I bite my bottom lip as I look at him and he nods his head. I can’t really say much in front of his sister. Even though I have a feeling this somehow includes her.“How do you know him?” she asks me and I look at her. Christina is pretty. She has the same eyes and hair colour as her brother, but her features are more delicate. She looks like a doll. Perfect and pretty, just like how I used to be. I’m not jealous of her, far from it. I stopped being jealous of other kids the older I got. It just made me more bitter.“I killed him five years ago. I didn’t know his name back then. He pulled a gun on me. I pulled mine he died, I didn’t.” I tell her nonchalantly. She looks at me in shock as she looks at Dante and I do the same.“You didn’t kill him.” I narrow my eyes at him
Scythe POV.I fire my gun at the black SUV that has barrelled through the compound gates. Fuck, who are these guys? Why are they attacking us? We will get answers soon enough. They drive off, tyres squealing as we run behind them, shooting at the SUV. I run to the dead bodies that were thrown from the cage.My breath catches in my throat as I get closer to them. No, this is not happening. How did they find them? Hatchet and Deanna. They were touring the country in their new RV. Miles away from here.Savage comes running towards me. He falls to his knees and clutches them at him. My dad was behind him and Angel and my mom were behind him.I stand and look around the compound, seeing members who are helping to get others to their feet. This is a message, but why?“NOOOOOOO!” the pained roar from my club prez makes me look at him. He is heartbroken. My eyes fill with tears. Hatchet and Deanna were like grandparents to me and the mother and father to everyone here. The club’s past leaders
Wild Child POV.I pull up to the clubhouse and climb off my bike and run up the steps and head inside.“CHURCH, NOW!” I shout as I storm towards the conference room. Ripping the helmet off my head as I walk to the head of the table and pace as I wait for everyone to get their asses inside.“MOVE IT!” I snap as they all move quickly.“Baby, what is it? Where’s Sophie?” My mom asks as she runs to me and I look at her.“She was taken last night. When I called you and told you that I would call you back. Something didn’t feel right. Benjamin took her after he had his goons knock me down. He said I would never find her.” I tell her as I fight the rage that is coursing through my veins.“This is perfect.” I look at my mom, taken aback, like she has just slapped me.“What do you mean? This is perfect?” I snap at her and step up to her. Totally forgetting this is the woman who gave birth to me.“Oh fuck me, I never meant it like that.” She slaps my chest, but I’m breathing hard through my nos
Wild Child POV.After we ordered in and watched a horror, I took Sophie to bed. Today has taken it out of her. She is still healing and I know she is drained emotionally.I know she thinks she will get some kind of closure from her brother, but I don’t think she will. I did say she could speak to him and I will not break my word. Even if it doesn’t give her the answers she desperately wants and needs. I only hope that whatever Jared says to her doesn’t break her further.Sophie believes the boy she remembers is still deep inside of Jared. I’m not so sure. No matter if he was brainwashed by his father. I think he is a lost cause.Jared is not the same kid she knew back then when things were good. He is not like that anymore. No matter if it was his father’s doing or not. He should know the difference between right and wrong.Sophie and Jared are like chalk and cheese. She knows the difference, but Jared he doesn’t. He is unhinged. I mean god above. If the roles were reversed and I was
Sophie POV.After I leave the apartment, I walk with purpose. I know Harry is not far behind me. So I know if anything happens, he will intervene, but I honestly don’t want him to.“Ok Slugger, you can do this. No more fear, no more running. You are a badass bitch and you will face them head on. So go in there and take no fucking prisoners.” I syke myself up just how I do before I get into the octagon. When I spar.I straighten my shoulders as the store comes into view. My heart is pounding wildly in my chest and my hands begin to sweat. I see two of the members from Harry’s MC sitting on their bikes in the parking lot.They give me a nod, letting me know they have seen me. I nod slightly as I walk into the store. I grab a basket, so it looks like I’m here to do some shopping. I walk and look at products as I search for them both.I head down one aisle as they both walk up the same aisle. I turn to the shelf like I haven’t seen them. I want them to think they have the element of surpr
Wild Child POV.I didn’t like this plan at all at first. But I understand. Sophie needs to do this. But for the first time in her life, she won’t be facing them alone. I know I have to stay hidden, but the question is for how long?Either way, I don’t mind it. I can keep an eye on my girl and spend a lot of alone time with her. Sure, we haven’t done anything other than kiss and cuddle and you know what? I’m happy with it.I never thought I would ever have this. A beautiful woman by my side. The excitement of seeing her every day, even crawling into bed beside her just to hold her. Sophie is my person, and I know I am hers.This life with her is so simple, so easy, even though I know she thinks she is broken. She isn’t. She is strong and I know she will only get stronger.We have been in her apartment for three days and the sheriff did call in to see her. He knows we will take care of this, but he and his department always have our backs. The same as we have theirs. We may be a one per
Sophie POV.God, what was I thinking, agreeing to do this? I’m still sore, but it feels good. I like the pain. It lets me know I’m alive.I have been in the gym since dawn. Harry and Rebel have both been helping me with my warm-ups, and making me stronger. We all agreed that we should wait a little longer before I start sparring again. Which, if I’m being totally honest, I agreed with.Even though I feel fine, I know inside I’m not. So, as much as I want to push myself to my limit and beyond, I can’t. I don’t want to undo all the progress I have made so far.So gentle strength training is what I have been doing. Walking on the treadmill, cycling, working my lower body. No real weight training until my ribs are completely healed, but I can do the lighter weighted dumb-bells without overly straining myself.God, I do feel like a weakling, but I know I will get there. I lay panting on the mat, sweat trickling down my chest. My legs are aching and my heart is pounding. A good workout, eve
Wild Child POV.It is nice to see Sophie talking and laughing with Harmony. She is even holding baby Faith, and it does something to me, seeing my woman with the baby in her arms as she coos at her.“It looks good on her.” My mom says from behind me and I turn my head and look at her with a smile and nod my head in agreement. It does look good on Sophie. She is so gentle yet so confident with Faith in her arms as she feeds her a bottle.“Yeah, it does. One day, I hope the next baby in her arms will be ours.” I say and my mom chuckles and I realise I said that out loud.“Well, you never know. There is something I wanted to speak to you about. It is about Sophie.” She says and I turn to face my mom and she is relaxed so I know it isn’t anything bad.“Ok, go on.” I say to her as she looks from me to the scene in front of us and smiles gently and then looks back at me.“Sophie is stronger than we give her credit for. I know she fights. I also think she can more than handle herself. So I a
Sophie POV.I walk away from the scene that anybody else would be like aww, that’s so cute. But not me. That used to be me and my father before mom died. I know not everyone had the upbringing I did, but it is still raw, and I can’t blame anyone for acting as they would. I don’t expect people to stop doing what they usually do.If I didn’t end up in the hospital after an epic beating, that scene wouldn’t have bothered me. I think it has affected me so much because it is still fresh and I hate to admit it, but I am overly sensitive at the moment.I sigh as I keep walking deep into the forest that surrounds the compound. I hear a yowl and stop as I look around slowly and see the Patger as she watches me from beside a tree trunk on my right.Ok, Rebel said she is a big softy. No sudden movements. I just watch her as she steps closer to me. My hands are shaking and I think I’m going to wet myself. When she does something, I never thought she would. She chuffs.She walks closer to me and y
Sophie POV.It has been a few weeks since I was brought to the clubhouse. I have been helping where I can. But every time, I’m told to rest, and it is driving me bonkers. I know Harry hates it when I tell him this is not the first time. But it’s true. I’m usually up and doing things for myself a few days after the beating.So this is going to take some getting used to. But still, I can move now without much pain, just a dull ache. I’m healing, but I know my own body and I know when to stop. I know when to rest. I haven’t taken my pain meds in a couple of days because I don’t want to be dependent on them.So here I am, helping in the clubhouse. Harry is not here, he is hunting as he calls it. He seriously can’t expect me to be in bed being waited on hand and foot. It is not in my nature, so I am pottering around helping with the bar or doing dishes in the kitchen. Either way, the quicker I get back to being myself, the better.What I really want to do is get back in the ring again. But
Wild Child POV.I can’t help it, but I have to touch Soph. So I so very gently, I run my knuckles down her cheek and smile softly as she moans, before he moves to my pillow and hugs it to her chest. I kiss her head.“I’ll be back soon, Slugger. Sleep, baby girl, you are safe here. I love you.” I whisper before I leave the room and head back into the main room.“CHURCH!” I shout as I stride with purpose to the conference room. I know I am more than ready to take the president seat. So I do.I walk to the head of the long mahogany table and take my seat. I watch as each member walks in and then my parents. My momma has tears shining in her eyes. I wink at her and she beams proudly at me. Same as my dads do.“Well, son, you called church. What do you need of us?” My dad Scythe asks and I smirk at him as Tank walks closer with the laptop as he types away on it and the screen on the TV lights up.“Ok, so many of you by now know that Sophie is my woman. I have claimed her as mine.” The room