Page 81 of Relentles
“I know you didn’t believe me when I told you that Christopher wanted to be with someone who had a normal pregnancy.” He held up the phone. “Here’s my proof.”
He pressed play.
Chapter Thirteen – Rebel
Several hours ago, the aunts went with Momma to the hospital to see Jo, CJ was with Molly, her other brothers were wherever, Mattie was at home tending to her stupid father, and Harley was lost in bitch land, so when she saw her father heading out, Rebel asked if she could walk with him to the club. Though he had business in his office, he agreed to let her come.
He'd arrived home after midnight.
Rebel stood in the shadows because she’d been in Momma’s office, crying, after going to her parents’ room and finding her mother curled on the bed in tears. Not only wouldn’t she reveal what had her so heartbroken, she’d sent her away.
CJ was spending another night at Lolly’s to look after Molly. Rule was with Jesus. Or Satan. Or whoever,whatever, lived in his head. Diesel couldn’t talk. She still wanted to kill Axel, Ryder, and Ransom. And Daddy sent her call to voicemail. He must’ve been on the road, since he’d arrived not long after she tried to contact him.
Momma’s office always comforted Rebel, so she’d gone there. For a little while the brightness of the outside Christmas lights glimmering through all the windows cheered her. It hadn’t lasted though. Happiness was fleeting.
All out of tears, she’d decided to go to her room. Just as she reached the hallway, the entrance door opened and her father walked in.
An incoming text message stopped him. He’d chuckled and responded.
Momma kept a small lamp on at night in the foyer. They could have very late nights at the club and she hated the dark.
He’d slid his phone back into his pocket, then started forward again. Only to have another text halt him in his tracks.
Rebel slid farther into the shadows. He’d dialed a number.
“I’m home, babe.”
Babe? As in another womanbabe?
He’d listened a little longer before he laughed again, said, “I’ma take care of it. I gotta see how I’ma work this out. Just gimme a couple days.”
Hewastalking to a woman, who he was so relaxed with he allowed his “comfortable” speech to infiltrate.
“What? No! Textin’ bad efuckinuff. And you shouldna done it now, since I’m home.”
He listened.
“Ain’t callin’ you for this bullshit. I texted you I was home and you sent me another text. Fuckin’stop. Megan gotta—”
Even now, hours later, Rebel wished she possessed incendiary superpowers. Her father would’ve been toast. Momma was upstairs suffering and he was fucking over her?
And he hadn’t been done with that bitch Rebel wanted to fucking kill.
“Yeah, what the fuck ever. Get some fuckin’ rest. See you tomorrow.”
He’d stalked away.
Honestly, not only boredom brought her to the club, but suspicion and curiosity.
She wanted a name and a face. At the very least, she’d beat that bitch’s ass on Momma’s behalf.
So far, though, Rebel saw nothing out of the ordinary, even though Harleys filled the parking lot.
She made a face. Why did that bitch have to ruin a perfect fucking name?
Uncle Mort and Aunt Bailey should’ve named her ‘Haley’.
Fuck Harley. Rebel defended that heifer and yet she was treating her likeshe’ddone something. Not that CJ had. It was all on that dummy and her jealousy.
