Page 10 of Gang of Roses: Rebel

“Get the fuck out,” I said without taking my eyes off Titan.

The woman didn’t need to be told twice. Snatching up the rest of her clothes, she hurried past me with her head down, nearly tripping over her own feet trying to get out of the office. I turned back to face Titan, who leaned back in his chair like he wasn’t staring death in the face.

“You got a lot of fucking nerve kicking in my door.”

I cracked my neck from side to side and took a slow step toward his desk. “And you got a lot of fucking nerve putting your hands on Rebel.”

The grin disappeared from his face. “Oh, let me guess. You’re here to confront me over that boy-girl?” he chuckled.

Before Titan could finish laughing, I lunged across the desk. My fist crashed into his jaw, sending both him and the chair flying backward into the wall. Framed pictures rattled before crashing to the floor. Titan groaned and tried to push himself up, but I was already on him. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt, yanked him to his feet, and drove another punch into his ribs. He swung back out of desperation. But I slipped the punch, buried a hook into his midsection, then hammered another shot across his face. He staggered into a liquor shelf before crashing against his desk.

Instead of staying down, Titan snatched a heavy whiskey bottle off the shelf behind him and swung it at my head. I ducked just in time as the bottle exploded against the wall, showering the office with broken glass.

“That’s all you got?” I growled.

Titan answered by grabbing his office chair with both hands and hurling it at me. I knocked it aside with my forearm. It slammed into the wall hard enough to splinter apart. Every ounce of swagger drained from his face. His eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could save him. With nowhere left to run, he lowered his shoulder and charged. That was a big fuckin’ mistake. I sidestepped him, wrapped an arm around his neck, and drove his face straight into the edge of the desk. The crack echoed through the office. Blood splattered across the polished wood as his body went limp for a split second before collapsing to one knee, leaving a crimson smear behind. Before he could gather himself, I jerked him upright and buried another right hand into his jaw, making his knees buckle. He crashed onto his back, gasping for air. Then I stepped over him, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and dragged his sorry ass through the broken glass.

“You like putting your hands on women?” I snarled, driving another punch into his jaw. “Fight a man.”

Titan rolled onto his side, coughing blood as he struggled to get back to his feet. The cocky grin he’d worn earlier was gone, but hate still burned in his eyes.

Then the office door burst open. I looked up and saw Rebel walking in, wearing a bandana covering the lower half of her face, and a pistol in her hand like she had lost every ounce of damn sense.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked.

She ignored me completely.

Instead, she pointed the gun straight at Titan.

“Nobody move.”

Titan looked between the two of us in complete confusion.

“Rain, what the hell are you doing?” I asked again.

Without taking her eyes off Titan, she shrugged. “Collecting unpaid child support.”

Even with blood pouring from his mouth, Titan looked offended. “The fuck did you just say?”

“You heard me.” She waved the gun toward the cash safe. “Open it.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Rain...”

She shot me a quick look and then responded. “Stay out of family business.”

I couldn’t believe this hardheaded woman. She really was gonna rob his ass. Crazy enough. Titan laughed through the pain.

“You think I’m giving you shit?” Titan grunted.

She shrugged. “You wasn’t planning on giving it to me when I was a kid either, so here we are.”

She motioned with the gun again. “Safe. Now.”

Titan looked at me. “You gonna stop her?”

“Nah,” I muttered. “This one on you.”

Still glaring at his daughter, Titan got up and slowly spun the combination. The safe clicked open, and Rebel walked over, grabbed stacks of cash, and stuffed every last dollar into her backpack. She then glanced around the office before spotting an expensive watch sitting on the desk.