Page 43 of True Me

Cash and I step up with Zoey. The three of us hold guns in our hands and aim them for our intended target. Cash is standing in front of Chad while I get to take out the asshole who was hired by the loan shark. Without a word, the three of us pull the trigger and put a bullet through the head of our intended targets. Titan and Savage take the guns from us while we stand and let everyone leave the room to head to the showers. Cash and I have more blood splattered over our clothing than anyone else so we’ll hit the showers last and will leave our clothes behind to be burned by the Prospects as Savage or Titan watch over them. They’re not ready to deal with clean-up on their own just yet.

Once everyone is gone, we make our way to the showers in the basement after stripping down to nothing. The only thing we do is remove everything from our pockets and put them in lockers with our clothes before washing up. I speed through my shower quicker than I ever have. Saying that I’m quick doesn’t mean I’m not thorough and get every single speck of blood and dirt off of me. Cash and I dry off and change into a pair of sweats and tee-shirts before grabbing our stuff and putting them in the pockets of pants and moving to grab our cuts from the hooks on the wall outside the cell. As soon as our cuts are in our hands, Cash and I rush up the stairs of the basement to find Rebel still laying on the couch in the common room. We pull her into our arms and hold her close while assuring her Chad and Fawn are no longer breathing and an issue for her.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Cash

IT’S TAKEN SEVERALconversations over the last few days with Rebel to assure her that Chad, the loan shark asshole, and Fawn are no longer breathing. Zoey even came in to tell her about beating the shit out of Fawn and then pulling the trigger and killing her while we killed Chad and the other guy. Rebel hears what we’re telling her and understands rationally that we’ve done what we promised her. In some part of her mind, Rebel can’t process the information we’ve given her. It’s lost in her head somewhere and doesn’t seem to be the truth of the situation in her mind. I understand where she’s coming from, but it doesn’t mean this isn’t hard as fuck to watch as she breaks down repeatedly because it kills me when she breaks in front of us. Rebel is the sweetest girl and doesn’t deserve to continue living in this hell she’s been through for the past several years as she has tried to deal with because of Chad entering her life and pretending to be someone he wasn’t. He’s manipulated her for years and she’s the only one still paying the consequences of his actions. That’s not fair to Rebel at all.

Today, we’re finally getting her out of the clubhouse and taking her home where she belongs. Rebel deserves way more than a room in the clubhouse and we’re going to give that to her. We have several things planned for her today because she deserves nothing less than the best and to have everything her mind and heart desires. So, the first phase of our day is getting her to the house and giving her a tour of the place we’ll make a home together. The place we’ll bring our babies home to and raise them to be the best versions of themselves they can be.

“Doll, are you ready to head home?” I ask, walking in Eagle’s room to find Rebel sitting on the edge of the bed while watching Eagle get dressed for the day.

“I’m more than ready. Are you guys sure you’re ready to leave the clubhouse and all the partying here?” she questions me, her voice barely above a whisper as she lowers her eyes to the floor in front of her.

“Sweet Girl, we’ll always have time to party and be here at the clubhouse. It doesn’t mean we don’t want to be home with you instead of here. The only time we need to party is when we’re all in the mood for a party. That shit became old as fuck a long time ago. Honestly, the only reason we’ve been here for them is so we could spend time with you while you worked the bar. Now we can all come here when the three of us want to party and go home when that’s where we want to be,” Eagle promises her as he leans down and presses a kiss to her lips.

“He’s not lyin’, Doll. We don’t need to be here for every party or spend all of our time here. None of the other guys who have an ol’ lady feel as if they’re missin’ out on anythin’ because they spend more time at home with their family instead of bein’ here for every party,” I promise her as she looks up at us. “All we need is you. If you want to come here and party, we’ll party. The times you want to stay home and just hang out, that’s what we’ll do. We can have a few beers at home and relax with you instead of bein’ surrounded by the chaos at the clubhouse. We’re not young guys who thrive on seein’ sex out in the open and gettin’ blackout drunk like we used to when we were younger.”

“Okay. I’m sorry you’re both dealing with the aftermath of the shit I have going on right now. I’m so back and forth with everything and it’s hard for me to believe that they’re really gone after everything they did to me when I was in the cabin with them. I really don’t know everything and I’m sure it’s blocked in my mind so I don’t have to deal with it. However, at some point, I have to deal with it all. Maybe it would be a good idea for me to talk to someone and get help to truly work through this and everything I’ve been trying to show you both that I’m okay and not suffering. The only time you truly see me suffering is when I’m sleeping and can’t stop the nightmares from happening,” she tells us, looking between Eagle and me as she tries to gauge our reaction to the news that she’s ready to talk to a therapist or counselor about everything Chad and Fawn have done to her.

“You’ve got nothin’ to be sorry about, Sweet Girl. If you feel you need to talk to someone about all of this to help you work through this, then do it. Follow through and we’ll support you the entire time. Whatever you need to do, we’ll give you our full support because Cash and I both know you’d give us your full support no matter what the hell we do or want to do. That’s one of the many reasons we love you,” Eagle says as he bends down and lifts her in his arms while I close the wheelchair and lift it in my hands to bring home with us.

We make our way down to the common room where everyone is sitting. We’ll have a cookout at the house later with them. For now, they’re giving us space to get Rebel home and show her around before we move on to our second part of the day. Thankfully our home is all one floor and we don’t have to worry about taking her up and down the stairs every day if she wants to remain in bed. It’s not a chore to carry our girl from upstairs to downstairs at all. However, we want to ensure she’s comfortable in our home and everything is all on one floor in order for her to move freely in the wheelchair the best she can with one hand in a cast for the next month and a half.

Eagle walks out through the open door of the clubhouse and past Hawk as I follow behind them closely. He loads Rebel up in his truck while I put her chair in the bed before getting in the backseat behind her. When Eagle gets behind the wheel, he starts the engine and we head for home by moving around the clubhouse and following the paved road up to the houses on the compound. Rebel watches the scenery because she’s never been this far behind the clubhouse because no one who doesn’t have a house back here is allowed to just randomly show up. She’s never attended the cookouts because she felt as if she were overstepping her bounds and didn’t want anyone to feel as if she didn’t truly belong with the rest of us.

Rebel leans forward when our home comes into view. She takes in every single detail of the outside in the bright light of day. We’ve had flower gardens put in front of the house, a porch that wraps around the house even if there are no steps leading up to the door. Rocking chairs and a small table already fill the space because I know she’ll want to spend time out here first thing in the morning or late at night.

We get her out of the truck with me carrying her this time and Eagle carrying her chair. He rushes in front of me to open the door and we step inside and give Rebel a few minutes to look around. Our home has an open floor plan so she can see everything but the laundry room, our shared office, and the bathrooms. With the help of the guys, we got the entire house furnished with things we know Rebel would want. We’ve gone through her boards and showed her everything before we bought anything. The walls are painted in neutral colors that we also asked Rebel about before putting the final touches on the walls. Every single part of this house has been decorated and filled with her input because that’s the only way to start building a home together.

“Do you like it so far, Sweet Girl?” Eagle asks, stepping up next to us as he places her wheelchair down and opens it up before putting it off to the side for right now.

“I like it very much. What I really want to see right now is our room. You said we’re gonna share a bedroom here, right?” Rebel asks as I start moving toward the room we’ll share.

We make our way down the hallway toward the room at the very end of the hall. Walking through the doorway, I let Rebel look around until her eyes land on the massive bed directly opposite of the entry into our room. Her eyes bulge out of her head and don’t move from the bed until Eagle steps in front of her.

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