Page 85 of Rebel Obsession

Fang: So ask him.

Rebel: Uh, no. Talk about awkward. I can’t believe we did that.

Fang: Did you watch it?

Rebel: No!

Rebel: Wait. Did you?

Fang: Fuck, yes.

Rebel: OMG.

Rebel: Okay but…Was it hot or completely awful?

Fang: I’ve about worn the skin off my dick from jacking off over it. I get hard even thinking about it, Pix. Are you kidding me? Any tape of you, fully blissed out, is better than any other porn out there. Watch it. You’ll see what I mean.

Rebel: I wish you were here. Thinking about you watching that and getting off… Now I’m the one who’s horny.

Fang: Me too, Pix. Me fucking too.

The church door opened, and War stuck his head out, his face like a thundercloud.

“Shit,” I mumbled. “That doesn’t look good.”

War glanced around the room at all my brothers sitting around, waiting on his command. “All of you in here. Now.”

Queenie, Aloha’s old lady, paused in making margaritas behind the bar. “Everything okay, sugar?” she asked War.

She and Aloha had been two of the originals when War’s dad had started the Slayers MC Saint View chapter. Fancy, War’s mom, might have been top dog amongst the women, but Queenie was the mother hen. Fancy was tough and rough around the edges. A tiny skinny woman with hard eyes that had seen too much. Queenie was the opposite. Sweet. Kind. Caring. She had the biggest heart, and though none of the younger girls would have dared to ask War a question like that, Queenie knew War was about as soft as a marshmallow for those he loved. Queenie was one of them.

War’s jaw went tense. “Get all the girls here.”

Queenie set down her margarita mix. “Amber’s at her night course…you really need her here? She’s been doing so well…”

War nodded curtly. “We’re going into lockdown.”

Kiki, one of the young girls sitting across the bar from Queenie, cocked her head to the side. “What does that mean?”

Lockdowns weren’t called often. Only when there was an extreme threat to the club members, and Kiki hadn’t been here when the last one had gone down.

Queenie pushed a drink in her direction. “It means settle in, honey. Because shit is happening outside and we’re club bound until the boys sort it out.”

All the guys filed into church while the women watched on with worried eyes. I let all my brothers go ahead of me, so I could be the last one to enter.

“Lockdown?” I murmured to War. “Do I need to get Rebel in here? You know how much she’ll fucking hate that.”

War gave a slight shake of his head. “I’m leaving Bliss at home because Nash and Vincent are there. If Vaughn and Kian are with Rebel, let her be for now, just give the guys the heads-up. But, brother, prepare them. We might need to get them all in before this is over, no matter how much they might hate it.”

Shit. I could only imagine how that conversation with Vaughn and Kian would go down. Like a ton of fucking bricks. “Can you give me a minute?”

War jerked his head. “You got one exactly. Then I’m starting this meeting, with or without you.”

“I’ll be there.”

I stepped around the corner and tried to calm the shaking in my hand. Fuck. I’d been through lockdowns before and never thought twice about them.

Because I’d never had anyone I cared about.

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