Page 5 of Rebel Revenge

She laughed back. “Anyway. It’s not like that this time. He’s…changed me. He doesn’t give me a reason to storm his office when I’m half high on Vicodin. He doesn’t get off on my jealousy.”

I smiled at her. “He sounds great, Mom. I can’t wait to meet him.”

“Good. You’ll love him.”

“If he treats you well, and has you feeling this secure and happy, then I already do.” The man got top marks just for not making my mother crazier than she already was.

She beamed. “That’s perfect, because I have a favor to ask you. You’re still friends with that motorbike man who comes into your scary clown club, right?”

I froze. “There’s a lot of men from the Saint View Slayers MC who come into Psychos, yes.”

She frowned at me. “I meant the tall one you introduced me to once. What was his name? Frog? Fluff?”

I cleared my throat of the lump building in it. “Fang.”

She clapped her hands together. “That’s it!

If she noticed how his name got to me, then she didn’t comment on it.

But all I could think of was the last time I’d seen him.

He’d been at Psychos the night of my attack.

It had been him I’d wanted to go home with that night. Fang with his towering presence and ice-blue eyes. Fang who had taken me to bed on many occasions and shown me everything I’d been missing with any other man.

But not that night. That night he’d seen me chatting with a stranger, gotten jealous, and walked out without a word to me.

That stranger had taken me to his home, where he’d had friends waiting for me. The three of them trapped me inside, blocking the exits, and held me down while I screamed. Until I’d let the painful reality take over.

Fang hadn’t come to rescue me, and neither had anyone else.

I swallowed painfully. “What do you want with Fang?”

“Well, Bart has this obsession with motorcycles. He loves them. But he has no idea how to ride one. It’s so cute, Belly. He’s such a computer dork.”

I forced a smile, but the mention of Fang had me unsettled all over again. I’d replayed that look he’d given me as he’d walked out of the club over and over. I rewound that night in my head and changed the outcome until he came over, told Caleb to fuck off, and took me home on the back of his bike.

He’d have worshipped every inch of my body and then tucked me into his bed to sleep.

I wanted that to have been my truth.

And yet it could never be.

Everything good between us had been ruined in that moment.

Mom still babbled on, not noticing I’d stopped properly paying attention. “So, I want to surprise him. Can you ask Fang and some of his friends to pick us up from the courthouse after the ceremony and drive us to the reception venue?”

I cleared my throat. “Mom, they’re bikers. Not the clean-cut nice guys with shiny bikes you hire for a wedding.”

“No, that’s exactly what I need! I don’t want Bart to know about it. I really want it to be a surprise, but if I pay someone, he’ll know instantly. He’ll see it on my credit card.”

She never asked for much. She wasn’t the type to hit me up for money, though that was probably because I had none. The most she ever needed from me was emotional support when her men dumped her ass.

This one sounded like he wanted to stick around.

“Okay, fine, I’ll ask him.”

But I was not going to be getting on the back of Fang’s bike. I’d go with Hawk or Ice or War or any of the guys.

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