Baby (Black Rebel Riders' MC)

Author:Glenna Maynard [Maynard, Glenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-08-02T00:00:00+00:00

12

Rebel

Banging on my brother's apartment door bright and early, I notice it is taking him forever to get to the damn door. He has never been much of an early riser. "Open up motherfucker, we gotta' have breakfast with mom before we hit the road." I bang my fist on the door once more.

Finally Striker opens the door looking like he just went to bed. "Damn brother, thought I was going to have to break the door down. Wake yo' ass up, we got shit to do. Hope you have your shit packed." Striker fumbles his way into the kitchen and I see baby brother has been busy, scratches down his back; his hair is sticking up in every direction. "Looks like Aspen road your ass hard last night." He doesn't confirm or deny it. He must have had a wild time last night as I look around the evidence of his good time. There are empty beer bottles and stems lying on the coffee table.

Striker picks a shirt up off the floor and slides it over his head. "Fuucck, you aren't even packed yet are you? Too busy getting those nuts off last night. Yo' Aspen, come on wake up, no sleep for the wicked if ya want to see your man off."

Panic washes over my brother's face, "Keep your fucking voice down," he grits through his teeth pushing me into the wall.

"Easy brother, you could have told me you have some strange, fuck. So who is it, which'd you, bring home?" I punch him the stomach and hand him a cup of coffee.

"No one you'd know." He pulls some shorts from the bathroom floor over his boxers. I don't believe the cocksucker but we don't have time to dick around so I leave him to kick his guest out so we can go get our grub on. I'm fucking starved out. I stayed up half the night talking to Rumor, making sure she had all of my information and talking about this shit with Rush. I had to tell her the rest of the story, about how Rush thinks Baby is his daughter. She knows to keep an eye on Baby and to try to keep her around home as long as she can. They are safe as long as they are on our grounds. She asked Grim if Baby could go to Chicago with her to help her get settled but the old man was set dead against it.

Trouble pulls up to meet us, he is following us up in his car with our bags, since we don't know how long we will be in the windy city.

"Where is Striker?"

"Slow ass motherfucker is up there kissing his strange bye."

Trouble raises a curious brow and smiles with a laugh. "Don't ask me, he wouldn't tell me."

"Must have got him a butterface bitch, everything looks good but her face." Trouble laughs.

"How about you, who'd you, take home last night?" I light up a smoke and toss Trouble his lighter back.

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