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She doesn’t do it once. She goes over and over again. “You should have just left me alone. Things would have been easier if you did.” Rebellion doesn’t sound scared anymore. It’s like her tone is stoic like there couldn’t be another care in the world.
Glancing down at the man on the floor, his blood is slowly pouring out onto the concrete. “I don’t know if he’s going to respond.”
“I doubt it. I wanted to make sure he couldn’t ever respond ever again.” Rebellion’s words come out cold as ice, and for a brief moment, she looks at me. She kneels down and digs into his pocket, then pulls out a key. She hands it to me, and I uncuff her from the chain. She grabs onto her wrist and rubs her other hand around it. I pull her into my arms and hold her close. Rebellion folds into my embrace and begins sobbing against my chest. She’s emotionally spent.
I hold her close against me. All I want to do is make this nightmare go away, but I don’t know if it’s done.
I put one of my hands on the top of her back, holding her against me a bit tighter. “Have you seen your father?”
“No, why would I see him?” She furrows her brows, and it’s like she’s not sure why I would be asking the question.
“I saw a few men from your father’s club riding around in town.”
“What? How many of them?”
“At least eight. That wasn’t counting this guy, so they’ve gotta be around.” The question is where. Where in the fuck are they hiding?
“I . . . now I don’t know this for certain, but I think they might be using this as their hideout spot in Birmingham.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Rager looked like he knew the place pretty well. It’s gut intuition. I just . . . I have a strong feeling.” Rebellion’s barely finished speaking when the rumbling of motorcycles in the background can be heard. “Do you know who that is?”
I called the club in for help, so it could be them. “It’s either my club or your father’s. There’s no way to tell. Go hide,” I instruct her, and Rebellion starts to run off toward a back door, but the second she’s within five feet of it, it’s being thrown open.
Who’s on the other side of it? The Devil himself—Control.
“Well, well. I didn’t expect you to be here, so this is a bonus.” Control snickers at me.
Rebellion stumbles back and falls onto the ground. She scrambles to get herself back up, and he laughs at her the entire time she’s doing it. “I don’t know what I should’ve expected from you. You’re weak, despicable, a waste of space.”
“She can’t be that weak if she took out your boy over there.” I motion toward Rager.
Control’s eyes widen in shock. “No.” He shakes his head as denial takes him over.
I have my gun in my hand, ready to end this right here and now. “What do you want me to do?” I’m asking Rebellion because this man still is her father. Even if he’s a piece of shit person, who doesn’t understand what being a father is. He couldn’t begin to fathom that fatherhood is something where you show support and undying love for your children. I’ve never been more fortunate than I am right now for being raised by my father.
Control begins laughing maniacally. “You have to ask some stupid bitch before you can even take charge?”
I don’t bother responding because I don’t owe him a damn thing. Instead, I keep looking into my woman’s eyes. Even as people begin funneling in both doors. Control’s men are coming from his side, and there are heavy footsteps from behind us. I know they have to be my club, so I’m not worried in the slightest bit.
“She’s a no good, talentless piece of shit whore. She’s a disgrace to my club, and I regret ever letting her whore of a mom keep her. I wish I would’ve supported the abortion, but I wanted a child. If I knew you would’ve turned out like this, I never would’ve wasted my breath. All for your bitch of a mother to leave me with you too.”
“I think you might be lost, Control,” my father’s authoritative voice booms through the warehouse.
Control tears his eyes away from his daughter’s eyes to look right at my father, who’s now standing directly beside me.
“I’m right where I’m supposed to be, and I’m not leaving anytime soon.”
“Bull-fucking-shit.” Without so much as a second thought, my father whips out his gun and fires right in the center of Control’s chest. “No one is coming into my fucking city and ruinin’ things for my fucking club! Do you understand me?” His words come out in a ferocious roar, and all of the Burning Heretics are pulling out their guns too, but they’re too slow. My club and I are on them, firing as quickly as we can. I step in front of Rebellion, shielding her from any harm.
“Go and get her out of here!” Dad hollers at me, so I grab onto her hand and rush out of the room.
We run as fast as we can and get to my truck. I start her up and pause for a minute. I feel like I should be running back into the warehouse to be with my brothers, but my woman is right beside me. I’m so torn on what to do right now.
“Dion, I want to go.” Rebellion’s shaky voice reminds me it’s time for us to get the fuck out of here, so I throw my truck in reverse and head out. All I want to do is get her back to the clubhouse, where she’ll be safe and sound.
TWENTY
