Page 54 of Rebel Revenge

Except for fight nights. They weren’t officially hosted by the Dark Demon, but seeing as the fights took place in their parking lot, and apart from a service station around the corner, they were always the only building with lights on, some liked to call it Demon night.

Like always, the cars parked in a large circle, leaving their headlights on so they all shined into the center of a makeshift ring. I parked my bike on the outskirts and pulled my helmet off but sat there for a minute, checking out who else was here.

People milled around everywhere, loud music pumping from someone’s car stereo. At one end of the lot, a guy took bets on the first matchup—two guys, both stripped of their shirts, and warming up in the circle of car headlights.

There was a carnival vibe to the gathering, with a lot of laughter and shouts of greeting when people recognized their friends.

Through the crowd, a tiny woman appeared, and I did a double take, squinting through the groups of people. She disappeared, but I was on my feet anyway, storming through the crowd, not knowing if I’d seen her because she was there or just because she was on my mind twenty-four seven.

“Rebel,” I barked out, spotting the dark-haired woman again. I scrubbed my eyes, really not sure if I was seeing things. There was no reason she should be here. I’d never seen her at a fight before. She’d never mentioned going.

But then again, I’d never told her I went to them either.

I reached for the woman’s arm, only to have a man step in front of me and growl, “I wouldn’t.”

I backed off. “Sorry. I didn’t know she was your girl. I thought she was someone else.”

The woman turned around. Her eyes went big. “Fang? What are you doing here?”

There was no mistaking her now. Or the way my heartbeat went into overdrive just from being in her presence. I glanced at the guy she was with, the one who’d defended her.

Not the guy from the bar that night. He was vaguely familiar. I was pretty sure I’d seen him here on other occasions, but never with Rebel before.

Jealousy surged again, but unlike that night at the bar, where I’d walked out, this time, I wasn’t letting it get the better of me. I wasn’t moving. I wasn’t going anywhere. Not without her.

“You know him?” the guy and I both asked Pix at the same time.

I ground my molars at the familiar way he talked to her. I didn’t like it.

She rolled her eyes at our standoff. “Okay, cool your testosterone-filled tits, you two. I know you both. Kian, this is Fang. A friend of mine from the Slayers MC.”

Friend.

I fucking hated that word. She’d never been just a friend from my point of view. It wasn’t what I wanted from her. It barely even scratched the surface of the things I craved from that woman.

“Fang, this is Kian. My new roommate.”

My gaze whirled from Kian to my tiny pixie. “Your what?”

“Roommate. I moved into his house today.”

“The fuck?” I’d heard her, I just didn’t fucking want to have. “You just moved in with some guy? Do you even know him? Or is he just some perverted creep who advertises his room for rent and only accepts women he wants to fuck?”

Kian’s mouth pulled into a tight line.

The guy was big, but so was I.

She folded her arms beneath her tits and glared at me. “Honestly, sometimes I really wish I was into women. It would be so much easier. Kian didn’t advertise for a roommate. It’s a long story. But while you’re pissed, you may as well know, there’s also another guy living there. Vaughn. You met him outside the courthouse the other day.”

I stared at her blankly. All I remembered about the courthouse was getting to her, taking her home, making sure she was safe.

“He introduced himself as my brother?”

A lightbulb clicked in my head. “That jackass?”

Kian grumbled. “Watch yourself. I’m the only one allowed to call him names. Even if they are true.”

It didn’t matter anyway. I wasn’t interested in this guy or any other. “What are you doing here?” I asked Rebel. “It’s not safe.”

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