The Bikers Rebel (Warriors Series {3})

Chapter Fifteen

Rebel walked downstairs where the party was just picking up. She found her dad in his office, like always. He liked being in his club, but he didn't like being around the whores at the club parties. He'd always been faithful to her mom and even in death he was staying true to her.

She knocked on the door and peeked her head in. He looked up from the picture that sat on his desk and smiled at her, waving her in. Rebel walked over and stood next to him staring at the picture.

It was at a club picnic--her mom put those together and after she died, they just stopped. It was of her mom and dad, smiling and touching foreheads, and Rebel when she was three or four on her dad's shoulders. Her small hands gripped the sides of his head as she leaned over, trying to give her mom a kiss on the head. Washington had taken the picture. The sunlight that shone through, casting a slight glare around them, alway made her think it was some kind of fairytale.

She gave a small smile and looked at her dad. "I'm going out for a while. I'm not sure how long I'll be."

Her dad's eyebrows pulled together. "To where?"

She shrugged. "Rampage wants to go on a ride."

"Think that's a good idea?"

"Even though I want to hate his guts, he did save me. So, yes. I guess I do."

"Just be careful." A strange look passed his face, but it was gone as quick as it was there and made her think she was seeing things.

"Of course, daddy. I promise."

She kissed his cheek and walked outside where Rampage was leaning against his bike.

"Doesn't take that long to grab a jacket," she could barely see his smirk in the fading light.

"Had to tell Daddy I was leaving. We going or not?"

"Climb on, babe."

She got on the bike behind him and hated how right it felt. Rebel tried to put space between their bodies, holding his shoulders. She knew this wasn't the right way to hold on, but she was trying so hard to fight herself.

Rampage didn't like the distance much and reached behind her and pulled her to him. Then her grabbed her hands and circled them around his waist. Their bodies touching brought hers to life, sending sparks through her, and she bit her lip to keep herself from moaning.

She must have failed because she could hear and feel him laugh before starting the engine and speeding it off the lot. She wasn't sure where they were going, but she never really cared when she was on a bike. She loved it, feeling the wind whipping around you, nothing holding you in--it was the feeling of being free.

They could have been out an hour or three, she wasn't sure. The sun was gone soon after they left the clubhouse. It was a while before he turned off onto a dirt road. The place looked familiar, so damn familiar...

It was when she saw the sparkle of the moon on a lake that she knew where they were. They traveled down the dirt road a little longer and turned left, parking next to the old barn. She slowly got off, taking everything in. This was her favorite place to go, but after everything she could never bring herself to come back here.

"Why?" Her voice cracked and she fought to remain calm. She didn't need him seeing her break down again, once was too much.

"I know you haven't come back here. I figured it would be a good place to start."

"Start what?" She walked toward the edge of the lake.

"Our talk," he said and she groaned. "I know you don't want to, but we should."