This bitch has betrayed the club by fucking around with Vince. She knows where he’s been hiding out and hasn’t said a word to anyone here. If she had, they’d have him already. Death is going to be pissed as fuck. It also leads me to believe if she’s hanging around with my ex, she is an addict because that’s the kind of woman he truly likes. A woman he can easily manipulate and bend to his will.
“You’re not gonna say a fucking word to anyone!” she shrieks out, lunging for me as I barely get out of her way in time.
“Touch me when I’m carrying Death’s baby and you won’t fucking live. He’ll kill you or make sure someone else does,” I tell her. “And I don’t have to justify anything to you, but yes, this baby is Deaths. Unlike you, I can count on one hand the number of men I’ve had sex with and still have multiple fingers left over. You can’t say the same thing and we both know it. Get the fuck out of my way,” I growl out, my voice echoing off the walls as the door opens once again.
“What’s goin’ on in here?” Talon asks, stepping in the bathroom with Sabotage and Zeus at his back.
“I just learned some interestin’ news from this girl,” I state as she once again lunges to attack me.
“You fuckin’ touch her and I’ll personally lock you in the cells until we get our girl here to fuckin’ rip you limb from limb. That’s after lettin’ the ol’ ladies have a shot at you,” Sabotage roars out, stepping between me and the Rebel as she screams, whines, and pleads with him. Her voice is so high and annoying I can’t even make out what she’s trying to say.
“What did you learn, Kels?” Talon asks me as he begins leading me from the bathroom.
“She’s fucking Vince. He’s the only person who’s ever said I have a drug problem and she just said the same thing to me. So, she knows where he is and hasn’t said anything to you guys. She knows you’ve been searching for him, too,” I tell Talon as he leads me into the common room.
“Okay. You get back to your party and we’ll deal with her. I’ll let Death know what’s goin’ on too. I don’t want you stressed out for any reason,” he says, leaving me with the girls as he turns to head back down the hall toward the bathroom.
I let the girls know what just happened in the bathroom as the Rebels bring over the gifts from the table. Once I’ve opened everything up and looked it all over, Jaelyn brings out a cake. It’s a sheet cake with blue and green flowers and balloons on it. We all indulge in cake while the unmistakable sounds of the Rebel screeching and screaming as she fights the guys fill the room. No one mentions what’s going on as we all try to enjoy our day.
When I start yawning, the Rebels and Prospects load everything up in the SUV for me. I grab Brent from the playpen here and make my way outside to go home. I’m more than ready for a little down time until death calls me. That warm bath with a good book is sounding really good right about now. Though, I don’t go home with just the gifts everyone got us today. Jae and Bronwan make sure to send me home with all the food and cake we didn’t eat. At least I’ll have something sweet to eat without having to bake. I’ve been craving sweets lately and it’s not something I typically overindulge in.
Chapter Twenty-One
ALMOST ONE FUCKING month. That’s how long I’ve been away from Kelsey, Brent, and my unborn son. None of the leads have fucking panned out or we manage to end up a few hours behind the fucker. He has to have someone inside the club giving him information about what we’re doing and whenever Ice and I head out. Most of the guys aren’t here because of work and other shit they got going on. I know it’s not one of them leaking information to the stupid fuck. That leads me to believe it’s a Rebel or Prospect. I’ve been keeping an eye on all of them and two stand out to me among the rest. One of the Rebels is a bitch who doesn’t do a damn thing around the clubhouse while ordering everyone else around as if she’s an ol’ lady and has the right to do so. The Prospect I’ve been watching is always around. Listening to shit he shouldn’t have any business listening to and hanging out wherever Ice and I go. Both of them are on my shit list and Judge knows it. He’s also started keeping an eye on them.
I know Kelsey is seeing Doc on a weekly basis for her pregnancy now. Or every other week. I’m not sure if she’s actually started the weekly visits since we haven’t discussed it during our nightly calls. She’s close to her due date, but it’s not quite time for her to go into labor. While I’m thankful there’s still time, I want to be in Braedon with her. to see her with my own eyes and make sure nothing is wrong. The need to feel him moving around in her stomach and help her take care of Brent is overwhelming and I’m fucking stuck here. The rage filling me isn’t something I can even begin to describe. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. Not when Brittny betrayed me, when I’ve been looking for assholes who believe they can go against the club, or for any other reason. Take me away from Kelsey and tell me I can’t go home yet and the rage continues to grow on a daily basis.
Today all that shit changes. Right now, I’m riding out as the Rebel rides around town. I’m not hiding myself either. She goes to a few stores, gets her nails done, heads to a fucking spa, and a few other places as I follow her ass around. This is getting me absolutely nowhere. Ice is following the Prospect around and he hasn’t let me know of any new information so he more than likely isn’t getting much of anything on his end either. Another fucking wasted day!
Heading back to the clubhouse while still following the bitch, she smirks at me once we pull in and I pass her to park in the line of bikes. Yeah this bitch has purposely given me the run around all day long instead of going to meet up with the fucking cocksucker we’ve been trying to get our hands on for almost a damn month now. I’m done with this damn bullshit and ready to head home.
Getting off my bike, I head straight through the door of the clubhouse and find Ice sitting at a table in the back of the common room. His eyes are locked on the Prospect as he moves around behind the bar. It’s not long after I enter and take a seat with Ice that the Rebel walks through the door. She brings her bags in and tosses them on the floor in front of the couch. Another Rebel comes out and the bitch calls her over. When I see her bending down to pick up the bags at her feet, I slam my hand on the table in front of me.
“Put those bags down,” I bark out, making the Rebel squeak out in fear. “They belong to that bitch and you’re not her slave. She wants them taken to her room, she can bring them there herself.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are? You’re not even in this club and have no say in what happens around here. Or what I fucking do,” the skank says, her voice grating on my nerves.
“I know exactly who the fuck I am. I’m Judge’s brother and will be here until it’s time for me to go home. In the meantime, all you need to know is I’m a member of the Knight’s Rebellion and I have a say in this fuckin’ clubhouse as much as if it were my own. The same way any of these men would have the right to speak up in the Braedon clubhouse. So, you want your bags taken to your room, get off your fat, lazy ass and take them there yourself. And, if you don’t start doin’ shit around here, you’ll be out the door quicker than shit and we’ll all fuckin’ party because you’re no longer here,” I tell her, stepping closer and closer to where the skank sits.
After learning about the Rebel at my own clubhouse, I’m over all the bullshit involving these bitches. They think they’re entitled to everything without having to put in the work and time to reap the benefits we provide them. This bitch is no better. Both of them are betraying the club and believe we don’t know anything about what they’re up to. It’s unfortunate the one at our house took my ol’ lady to drag the information out of her. She’s the one who figured out the Rebel has been fucking Vince and hasn’t said a word about it to anyone in the club. Even now she’s still denying the shit. When Talon told me what was said, there’s no doubt in my mind she’s lying.
“Again, you have no fucking say in this clubhouse. I’m done with you thinking you’re some kind of fucking King around here. Judge might be the President of the club, but it means nothing about the shit you feel you can do around here,” she states as if she has a leg to stand on. “Bitch, I told you to take these to my room. Get your fucking ass moving. Maybe if you move around some more and lose weight, the guys will want to fuck you. We all know you ain’t getting any fucking action around here.”
“That’s enough!” Ice yells out, tired of the bullshit from this bitch. “You’ve done nothing since you came to the clubhouse. Other than boss the Rebels around and act as though you’re the head bitch around here. Sandra has been here for a long time and she’s not your bitch. Sandra, go get something to drink. You’re off for the rest of the afternoon. At the party tonight, you’re not going to have to do anything either. I’ll make sure the guys know. Now, you’re gonna clean this clubhouse top to bottom. If you don’t want to do that, then you can get your bags and get the fuck out. Right. Fuckin’. Now.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she says, sitting on her ass while looking down at her freshly done nails.
“Yeah, you really fuckin’ are,” Judge says, walking in the room. “Sandra, go to my office once you get your drink. Need to release some tension and your mouth is exactly what I want right now.”
The bitch on the couch stands and stomps her foot like a fucking toddler throwing a tantrum. “You’re gonna choose that fat bitch over me? I’ll give you anything you want and you’ll be begging me to be your ol’ lady.”
“No, you really won’t. From what I hear, no one here wants your sloppy pussy. Not only are you loose as fuck, but you also don’t know how to suck cock, and have been caught pokin’ holes in the condoms. So, get the fuck outta my clubhouse. And, just so you know, Death and anyone else from a Knight’s Rebellion chapter can say and do anythin’ they want in this clubhouse. They’re members of the fuckin’ club. You’re nothin’ more than a bitch who spreads her legs for more than the members of the club. Not anythin’ we want here,” Judge says, his voice low and lethal as he glares at the woman.
“Fuck you all,” she spits out, ignoring her bags and heading toward the hall where the Rebel’s rooms are.
“I don’t think so,” Judge barks out. “You no longer are allowed on the premises. So, the only shit you’re takin’ outta here with you are those fuckin’ bags. If you don’t get them in the next minute and disappear, then you won’t even leave with that shit. Get the fuck outta my sight.”
For a second the Rebel remains standing where she stopped at Judge’s words. Then, all hell breaks loose. She lunges for my brother and rakes her nails down his face causing immediate blood to cover the scratches she’s made. Ice immediately pulls her off him and forces her toward the door of the clubhouse. She immediately starts bitching about her bags.
