Page 118 of Relentles
“Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you?” CJ asked, dodging her question. “Is everybody fucking crazy around this motherfucker? You two are beat the fuck up, when Molly needs Torie to look after her in Los Angeles. She can’t go—”
“Molly’s more important than Momma?”
“What the fuck are you on?” CJ asked, appalled.
He took a step toward her. Rebel raised her fists.
“Did you not hear anything?” he asked tiredly. “On Christmas Eve when you were threatening to fucking fight, and we told you that you were protected because of Dad.”
“There was no protection, CJ. Torie fought me. It was a fair fucking fight.”
“If things got too bad and you couldn’t hold your own, she would’ve been fucking dealt with,” CJ said.
Torie’s lack of reaction told Rebel a lot. Someone had already briefed her.
“You’re not in the club, CJ,” Rebel said, doubly angry that their father confided in CJ but left her hanging.
“Neither are you,” CJ grumbled. “Nor will you ever be.”
“Rebel—” Daddy drew in a breath. “Not only that but you are underaged and you can’t fuckin’ pick fights.”
“Hypocrite much? I do believe you’ve been affiliated one way or the other with the club since you wereten. And you started doing jobs for Granddaddy when you were thirteen.”
“I was fifteen, and who the fuck told you that?”
“Does it matter?”
“Your ma and me didn’t raise you to be a fuckin’ biker, Rebel.”
She eyed Torie and Uncle Johnnie with dislike. “I don’t want to be a biker. I want to be a special enforcer.”
Snickers rose in the crowd, although Uncle Johnnie lifted a brow and smirked at her. She resisted the urge to flip him off.
“How about this, baby?” Uncle Mort said around a cloud of smoke from his cigarette. “You chill out. If Outlaw agree, I will start training you with guns and knives when you turn sixteen.”
“Still don’t mean she becomin’ an enforcer, Mort.”
“It just means she has other means to fuck us up, Outlaw,” one of the bikers called.
Daddy scowled.
“Christopher, shewon’tbecome an enforcer,” Uncle Johnnie said. “She isn’t a club member.”
Words that had been pounded into the fucking ground.
“I don’t want to join the club, Uncle,” Rebel drawled. “I want to fuck up jackasses, bitches, motherfuckers, and traitors.” She gave him a pointed look.
“What exactly are you accusing me of,niece?”
She smiled, but she didn’t feel very happy, and the movement hurt her fucking face. She’d gotten into her fair share of fights over her life, but this was the first time she’d gone against a grown woman. And she’d loved it! It was a draw. She’d learn from her mistakes and win the next time. Today, it pleased her that she’d given that bitch a run for her money.
“Nothing,” she said blandly. “What are you guilty of to take an innocent look from me so much to heart?”
“Rebel, shut it,” Daddy warned. “First fuckin’ rule of workin’ for me is you follow fuckin’ orders. There’s a fuckin’ hierarchy. If you on the fuckin’ payroll, I’m your fuckin’ boss first and your old man second.”
“Fine.” She started to walk away. She was done with them, but especially her father. Eventually, this would fade into the background and she’d somehow remember she wanted to work for him. However, the fact that he was hiding this from Momma angered Rebel more.
“Get your card,” he said, as she stalked past it.
