The Bikers Rebel (Warriors Series {3})

Chapter Ten

Rampage was talking to Tom when Rebel walked out. Her hair was up and she had her bandana tied around her tits. She looked like she had just woken up, knowing her she did.

"I know I don't need to tell you how to take care of it," Frank was saying.

"Nope," she said. "I just don't know how I will. It'll hurt and I can't reach half of it."

"I'll take care of you, Reb," Rampage jumped it.

She laughed. "Fuck no. I'll get one of the girls to do it."

"Rebel--"

"How much, Frank?" She asked.

"We'll do two hundred for this session, and that's with the discount."

Rebel pulled her wallet out of her purse. She grabbed two c-notes and handed them to Frank. He opened the register and placed the bills inside.

"Much obliged, Lil Reb. Until next time."

"Thanks, Frank. You're awesome."

Rebel walked right by him, pulling her keys out of her purse. He followed after her, grabbing her arm as she opened her truck. She sighed and turned to face him.

"Why do you keep tormenting me?" She asked. The sadness in her eyes tore at his heart.

"We need to talk."

"I have nothing to say to you, Ram. What happened two weeks ago, shouldn't have. That's on me because I let it happen, but it won't happen again."

He sighed, frustrated. He hated it. Fucking hated it all. He hated what happened, what he had to do to keep her safe, that she wasn't his anymore. Everytime he saw her, he just wanted to hold her close and kiss her neck like he used to. He never care if they just sat and didn't talk or if all they did was talk. He loved hearing her voice and he hated that it was only ever harsh towards him, he missed the sweet girl he broke...

Frustrated, he turned and stared pacing. Rebel frowned at him, crossing her arms over her lush tits, pushing them up. He growled and turned to punch whatever was there--that would be the window on a BMW. It shattered from the force, glass cutting into his skin. Lucky for him, the alarm didn't go off.

"Ram, what the hell?" Rebel shouted and walked over to him. She gripped his knuckles and watched as blood began to flow down his hand. "Get in my truck. Now."

He did as told, not trying to start shit, he never wanted to fight with her. He threw money in the window first, making sure it was enough to get it fixed and threw a card for the garage in as well. She drove the truck to the clubhouse and walked him straight to the bathroom in the game room. She forced him to sit and she started digging around under the sink. She hadn't said a word to him the whole time.

Rebel pulled out a first aid kit. She pulled over the lamp and held his hand under it, looking for glass. She pulled out a pair of tweezers and picked out the little pieces. Once that was done, she poured hydrogen peroxide over his knuckles until it stopped sizzling and bubbling. She put Neosporin on the cuts and wrapped gauze around his hand.

"What was that about, Ram? You can't just bust people's windows."

"I left money."

She shook her head. "Not the point. Somethings got you twisted."

He laughed once. "You know what's got me twisted, Reb."

She looked down, wringing her fingers. She bit her lip, "I don't understand."

"Which is why I said we need to talk," he said, cupping her face. He started into her ice blue eyes and saw the hurt and confusion in them. He kissed her forehead.