Page 209 of Relentles
Jesus Christ, but Rebel hated those dickheads. They forced her fucking hand to stand united with her fuckface of a cousin.
She stomped to Ryan, folded her arms, and lifted her chin. “What?”
“Go home, that’s what,” Ryan gritted.
Laughing in his face would reveal the crack in their family bond. Not that CJ and Ryan’s rivalry and dislike wasn’t well-known. However, if worse came to worse, the Dweller kids were supposed to stand together. Unity meant strength. If Ryan couldn’t get their cooperation for a single directive, the world would see the fracture.
However, she rejected Ryan’s flat order. Whereas CJ protected them because he truly cared, Ryan did it for show.
“We’re interrupting their fun, so let’s leave now, Taylor,” Willard said as Billy intoned, “Turn the fuck around and pretend you didn’t see anything, Ryan.”
“I came, I saw, and I conquered, dick breath,” Ryan spat to Billy, then sidled a glare at Willard. “Back the fuck off. I don’t take orders from you or anyone, bitch.” He brushed past Rebel and went to Mattie, snatching her so forcefully that she stumbled.
He grabbed her other shoulder to save her from a fall and steady her.
Evening was dawning, turning the cold day into a frozen night. Rebel shivered. She knew it wasn’t only the temperatures affecting her. It was the situation, especially when she saw the fury dropping into Billy’s face. He walked to Rebel and handled her much the same as Ryan had Mattie. Only Billy gripped Rebel’s face between his cold hands and pressed his lips against hers.
She recoiled, but he tightened his hold and forced his tongue into her mouth. She bit down, hard as she could, and kneed him in his cock, just as he screamed and was wrenched away.
Ryan released him and he doubled over. Breathing hard, Rebel swiped a hand over her mouth, disgusted at the alcohol and stale breath.
“Rebel, take Mattie home,” Ryan ordered.
“I don’t think so,” Eric said. “We came out here for some fun.”
“You came out here to die!” Potter walked into the clearing from the direction all the other guys had come.
Maybe, the back entrance wasn’t as secret as Rebel believed.
Potter was a tall, broad man with a bald head and piercing eyes. He had taken over the Bobs, but he was still primary bartender for the club.
“Leave, Potter,” Billy ordered, still on his knees even though he’d recovered from Rebel’s kneeing his junk.
Potter knocked Billy on the side of his head. “I sponsored you, motherfucker. You fuck around with little Reb and Mattie, you die, and I do too.”
“Fuck those two bitches—”
Growling, Potter dragged Billy to his feet by his collar and shoved him away. “Go,” he said, turning to Ryan and pointing from Willard to Wallace. “These two shouldn’t be anywhere back here, you little asshole.”
“Suck your mama’s titty, cuck,” Willard spat. “Ryan outranks you, so shut the fuck up before we gut you.”
“Ryan isn’t in the fucking club.” Potter turned to Billy and Eric. “Go, fuckheads. They’ve been looking everywhere for Rebel and Mattie—”
“Nobody looking for that cunt,” Wallace said, snickering and nodding to Mattie. He pointed to Rebel. “Her,maybe. Even that’s debatable. Outlaw’s too far up his bitch’s pussy to worry about his slutty cumsquirt.”
Over the years, Rebel had been subjected to a lot of adult activities, but she’d never in her life been so debased and humiliated. The devastation on Mattie’s face tore at her soul.
While the swinging dicks engaged in their pissing contests, she and her cousin wouldn’t easily extricate themselves from the situation. Potter might be armed, but Ryan wasn’t. If Willy and Wally were the pigs she thought them, they packed heat like Billy and Eric.
Mattie, Ryan, Potter, and herself were outgunned. The four of them could be shot down like wild animals and left to die. No one would ever know what happened, since there were no cameras so far out.
Shivering, she stuck her hands back into her pockets. “I’m freezing,” she said, not a lie, though fear fueled her lack of warmth, too. However, she was her daddy’s daughter. If she couldn’t extricate herself and her cousins out of this situation, she’d die fighting.
“My bike’s a little ways away,” Potter announced, confirming Rebel hearing a motorcycle earlier. “I didn’t want to come closer and leave tracks in case Prez happens this way.”
“Fuck Outlaw,” Willard spat. “Why is everybody so afraid of that motherfucker?”
“Even cousin Bash.”
