Page 52 of Rebel Revenge

He raised an eyebrow. “Psychos? Yeah, I know it.”

Something about the way he said it made me pause. “You’ve heard it’s a sex club, haven’t you?”

He grinned. “Is it?”

“You’re not an undercover cop, are you?”

He scoffed. “Hardly.”

“Then, yes. At times, it is. But most of the time it’s just a dive bar. I’m not beating my own chest when I say I ruled that place. I took no shit from any of the guys there, and they learned fast not to piss me off or they’d get a taste of my brass knuckles. I’m small. But I’m scrappy.”

“I don’t think you’re weak, Rebel. Weak women don’t decide they’re moving into the house they inherited, despite the fact other people already live in it. You’ve been ballsy as fuck in the single afternoon I’ve known you.” He sat on the bed next to me. “So let me help you.”

“Help me what? Kill a few men?”

He shook his head. “As much as I might enjoy teaching those pricks a lesson, I think that’s your wrong to right. Yeah?”

It was a relief to hear him say that. I couldn’t tell Fang or Bliss their names. Bliss’s guys and Fang would completely ignore what I wanted, because they could get the job done quickly. They weren’t like that to be assholes, but they were too close to me. They would think they were protecting me.

But I needed to do it myself. I wouldn’t feel whole until I’d proved to myself I was the woman I’d always thought I was. Strong. Powerful. An independent, take-no-shit sorta girl.

It was my whole damn identity, and without it, I was lost.

Kian cocked his head in my direction. “What are you doing tonight?”

I shrugged. “Nothing other than unpacking.”

Something devilish glinted in his eye. “I got to know you some this afternoon. I think it’s only fair I show you something of me. You in?”

I nodded. “Sure.”

Kian pointed toward my closet. “Get your shoes on, little demon. We’re going to a fight.”

14

FANG

I paced my room at the clubhouse like a caged lion. Up and down. Back and forth, wearing a hole in the already thin carpet. The moment I heard War’s voice drift back from the common room, I was out there, storming right up to him, not caring I was interrupting his conversation.

“Prez,” I bit out, voice hoarse. “I need to talk to you.”

War slid his gaze from Hawk, our VP, to me. Slowly, he raised an eyebrow.

I understood why. It wasn’t like me to make demands on him. I never spoke out of turn, if I ever spoke at all. That wasn’t my place. I’d pledged complete and undying allegiance to this club, and to me, that meant not questioning its leadership.

If War said jump, my only question was how high.

“It important?” War asked.

It was to me. “Yes.”

He gave me a nod, then turned to Hawk. “Give us a minute?”

Hawk frowned, not used to being dismissed in favor of a lower ranking member, but he eventually shuffled toward the bar. “Need a drink anyway.”

Didn’t we all. Except I couldn’t afford to not be one-hundred-percent mentally focused right now. So drinking was off the table until I’d done what needed to be done.

War folded his arms across his broad chest. “Okay. You have my attention. What is it?”

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