“I swear on my son’s life,” I proclaim, staring him right in the eye so he knows how serious I am, “I won’t say a thing. I only want to see the bastard.”
“Fuck, man, I don’t know.” Sly sighs and runs a hand over his face. “You can sit on your bike and watch. If you even think about dismounting, I’ll shoot you myself.”
I nod.
“Send Maya in here before you leave. I need to unload some of this stress.”
I find Maya at the bar, laughing with Rebel and Claw.
“Prez wants you,” I tell her, and she hops off the barstool.
I tilt my head at Claw to indicate he should get fucking lost. He grins, lifts the drink to us, and leaves.
“What is it, baby?” Rebel puts her arms around my neck as I step in between her legs.
“Nothing,” I say coldly, trying to catch the prospect’s eye.
When I do, I nod at Rebel’s drink, and he pours me one too.
“You seem to forget how well I know you,” Rebel whispers into my ear and then traces my neck tattoo with her finger.
“We’re meeting your ex today,” I tell her, and she raises her eyebrows.
“You’re going, too?”
I nod.
“Please be careful, D. He’s going to try to provoke you, for sure. He’s a master manipulator.”
“Don’t worry,” I say and hug her waist. “I can take care of myself. If he wasn’t hiding behind bodyguards and armoured cars, I’d bash his skull in for putting his hands on you.”
“I love you,” she whispers against my mouth before sliding her tongue between my lips.
I suck on it, and she moans. She tastes like cigarettes. I love it.
“You be careful today too, okay? Don’t leave the clubhouse. He might make a move while we’re all away.”
“Don’t worry, I have Claw with me.”
I move my head back to look at her.
“How’s that working out?” I ask.
“I’m just glad I didn’t get stuck with Twitch’s pervy ass.”
I chuckle. “Yeah.”
I love the emotional haboobs I experience with Rebel. I’m jealous, she provokes me, we fight, and then we make up with fireworks between the sheets. That’s love.
It was never like that with Marissa, and I told her that yesterday, after she gave me hell when I came to see Junior at an hour she didn't like. It’s like she puts him to bed on purpose whenever she knows I’m coming. She’s always been anal about his bedtime, like the world’s gonna end if he isn’t in bed by a certain time. Gimme a break.
We started bickering, and I have to admit I’m not proud of how I responded when she started insulting my relationship, but she made me out to be some lapdog who keeps running back to his toxic ex.
I informed her that, unlike Rebel, she had nothing to offer and that she wasn’t exciting or interesting.
“You came on to me, Dylan! And you kept coming back for more! Why, when I’m so lame and boring?!”
“Because you look like her!” I screamed, and that’s when Marissa (understandably) lost her shit.
