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I opened my mouth to reply but this man was just strange. Finally, I told him, “Yeah, if I had any say on the matter. You deserve a dirt nap for all the shitty things you’ve done.”

“What… what do you mean?” he stammered.

Storm walked over and pushed him down into a chair. “Investigating you turned up a lifetime of you shitting on almost everyone in your life, pilfering money from your siblings’ college funds and committing work-related fraud. It seems like you don’t have many redeeming qualities as a human being.”

Grit spoke up again. “This is your come-to-Jesus, talk. Time to grow the fuck up and start acting like a decent human being instead of a woman-hating, degenerate asshole.”

Relief flooded his face. “You’re not going to kill me? I’m getting off with a warning?”

Storm walked up to where he was still sitting in the chair and looked down at him. “Not fucking likely.” He raised his boot and slammed the heel down on the side of Rudy’s knee. There was a pop. Whether he shattered Rudy’s knee, or just popped it out of its socket, it made Rudy scream out in pain.

I squatted down and covered his mouth with my hand. “Shut the fuck up, you little weasel.” When he managed to get himself under control, I took my hand away. “This is your one and only warning to stop all the lying, stealing, and shitting on innocent, unsuspecting women. We will be keeping an eye on you. If you keep it up, we’ll be back.”

Storm added, “And next time I won’t hold my friend back from giving you that dirt nap you fucking deserve.”

“I’ll try to turn over a new leaf,” Rudy said while holding his knee in his hands.

“Don’t try. Do it or else,” Storm barked. “Get yourself some therapy. Your life depends on it.”

We grabbed his laptop and his tablet and headed out the door. Hacker had asked for them in order to make sure he wasn’t harboring even more images. I stooped down and picked up his phone as well. Hacker could have a go at all three devices at the same time.

Walking out to our bikes, I didn’t know if we got through to the stupid fucker or not and I didn’t care. Worst-case scenario, Rudy would fuck up and I’d get to have another go at him at some point in the future. That was something to look forward to at least.

Chapter 14

Lacey

When we met up for drinks the next evening, Rebel asked, “Want to come spend the night at my house? We can talk about the progress we made on investigating the office break-in and if you want to ride my glorious cock, I’ll probably let you.”

I rolled my eyes, I was getting used to his sense of humor by now. “You’re truly a generous man. How did I not notice that before?”

He just grinned. When I looked into his eyes, I saw something that hadn’t been there before. It looked like some kind of sadness or regret. It made me want to reach out to him and make him feel better. So, I reached my hand across the table to cover his. “Did something bad happen last night?”

Turning his hand to grasp mine, his expression turned serious. “There’s always something bad going on in the world. I don’t like it when the darkness touches the people I care about.”

“If you want to talk about it, I’m a good listener,” I told him.

“Maybe later tonight. It’s too early to spoil the evening.”

Sitting across from him, I was grateful that I hadn’t messed up so badly that he was done with me, so when he asked, I jumped at the chance to go home with him. I couldn’t be sure but being invited to his house, rather than the clubhouse, felt like a monumental step in the direction of establishing a real relationship.

I was shamelessly looking forward to riding his glorious cock for part of the evening as well. I mean, why wouldn’t I? The last time we spent the night together was amazing. Of course, a girl would want a repeat of the best night of her life. I had rarely had orgasms with the couple of partners I’d had before Rebel, so four orgasms in one night was impressive.

One of the things I liked best about Rebel was his ability to forgive and move past issues. He didn’t carry them around, or bring them up and throw them back in my face. Even though he had a quirky personality and a bit of an odd sense of humor, I was growing to like those things about him. I felt relaxed and safe with him.

I especially loved him for taking my dad out, giving him an interesting new experience, and bringing him back with a genuine smile of happiness on his face. My dad’s happiness was at the top of my priority list and a rarity in our lives right now. Rebel had given our family something precious and probably didn’t even realize how much it meant to my mom and me.

After packing a rucksack with my essentials, I climbed onto the back of Rebel’s bike and let him ride off with me. Sitting on his bike, with my arms wrapped around his waist and the cool breeze whipping through my clothes was heaven on earth. It was moments like this that I understood why he loved riding his bike. It felt more freeing than driving a car. I clung to him as his tires ate up mile after mile of road, each moment taking us closer to his home, the place he laid his head to rest after a long, hard day. I couldn’t wait to see where he lived.

He lived about fifteen miles from town. When he pulled into his driveway, motion sensor lights popped on all the way around his home. When I lifted my helmet off and handed it to him,shock filled every corner of my mind. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but his house was sleek, modern, and jet black—and made of shipping containers.

My eyes ate up the sight before me. There were two long shipping containers, side by side and another placed at an angle across the top, giving it an asymmetrical feel. There were waist-high metal bars creating a balcony with a few pieces of outdoor furniture set close to the upper level walls.

There were multiple large windows and a long porch along the front with black porch furniture. As we stepped onto the porch his interior lights lit up, revealing sleek, modern chandeliers and color-coordinated furniture in black and dark gray.

As we walked through the door, I murmured, “Your house is amazing. Did you build it yourself?”

He nodded, seemingly thrilled at how impressed I was with his handiwork. “Yes. Mostly. I wanted something I could build in stages and use the building skills I learned in the military. A lot of the materials were salvaged and some of my club brothers helped me put it together. But I insulated, finished, and painted it myself.”

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