Rebellious by Gillian Archer

Author:Gillian Archer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2016-09-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Reb

AUGUST 5

Reb surveyed the crew standing around his porch. The whole executive board had assembled to go over their plans for striking back at those fucking Tramps. It’d taken a hell of a lot of patience on his part, but two weeks after they tore his house to hell, he was finally gonna get his revenge. Reb patted the cigar waiting in his vest pocket. He couldn’t wait to light it up to celebrate.

“I think we should have at least one more guy watching the crossroad.” Zag scratched absently at his long sideburns. “That intersection is wide open for any fucking tourist to wander in.”

“It’s Hot August Nights,” Axle retorted. He leaned back against the house in a seemingly disinterested sprawl, but his eyes glinted in the evening light. “Any tourists in town will be gawking at the classic cars or whatever bullshit show the city’s got going tonight. That’s what makes tonight the perfect night to pull this off.”

“Plus the fucking pigs will be downtown and not out in the sticks,” Bumper threw in.

“I think three guys watching the crossroad is plenty.” Reb pushed away from the porch railing and sent a hard look Zag’s way. “As long as none of them are prospects. This isn’t a job for the untested boys.”

Zag’s jaw flexed as he swallowed whatever he really wanted to say. He nodded tightly and kept his mouth shut.

Reb had to hide his grin. His buddy was so fucking easy to needle. “So we good? Any other concerns?” Reb paused, but no one spoke up. “Okay. Then we have our plan in place. And remind everyone to ditch their burner phones tomorrow. We don’t need anything to link us to cellphone towers or whatever other fucking CSI shit they can trace to us. New numbers, new phones tomorrow.”

The guys all nodded. They knew the drill, but that never stopped Reb from reminding them.

“All right. We’ll meet back at the clubhouse after. Everyone get to their posts. We’re gonna fry us some Tramp property tonight. For Digs and Oiler!”

The boys grunted their approval. It’d been three years since the battle that had taken the lives of Digs and Oiler, but no one forgot a fallen Brother. After a few backslaps, the revving of bikes shook Reb’s house. He stood on his front porch steps and watched his crew race into the night. They were on their way to stake out the Tramps’ stash house. He’d follow in a few hours, once it got dark enough, and Tucker was safe asleep.

An hour later Emily arrived and Reb spent the next few hours cuddling with her and Tucker on the couch as they watched a fucking horrible movie—something about trolls and talking trees? Reb couldn’t concentrate on the complex plot. He kept glancing over at the newly replaced bay window and his freshly painted walls. His blood boiled at the reminder of what those fucks had done to his house, the place where his kid deserved to feel safe. He’d make sure those bastards felt his wrath.

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