Rebel (Savage Raptors MC 5): A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance by Harley Wylde

Author:Harley Wylde [Wylde, Harley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BIN 011158-03631
Publisher: Changeling Press LLC
Published: 2024-05-23T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Rebel

The phone ringing jolted me awake. I reached for it, my heart pounding. The caller ID showed Atilla’s name, and I knew better than to ignore a call from the President of the Savage Raptors MC.

“Rebel,” Atilla’s gruff voice came through the line, “get your ass to my office. Now.”

“Sure thing, Pres,” I replied, my pulse quickening at the urgency in Atilla’s tone. I hung up, glancing over at Isy, who was still sound asleep. Her long hair cascaded over the pillow, and her body lay tangled in the sheets, tempting me with every curve.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath. I didn’t want to leave her alone, not with that sick fuck still out there stalking her. But Atilla’s summons couldn’t be ignored. Grabbing a pen and paper from the nightstand, I scrawled a note: I had to go see Atilla about club business. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Stay here and stay safe.

I hesitated, my hand hovering over the paper, before adding I love you.

Leaving the note on the pillow next to her, I stood up and pulled on my jeans, buckling my belt, then pulling on my boots. My mind raced with possibilities -- what could be so urgent that Atilla needed me right now? Was it about Isy? Had they found out something new about her stalker?

“Focus, man,” I told myself as I grabbed my cut from the chair where I’d tossed it the night before. I shrugged into the familiar weight of the leather, knowing my brothers would have my back no matter what was going on.

“Isy,” I whispered, leaning down to brush a soft kiss against her forehead. “I’ll be back for you, baby. Sweet dreams.”

With one last look at the woman who had stolen my heart, I left the room, striding through the house and out to my bike. Then I headed to the clubhouse with determination. Whatever Atilla wanted, I’d face it head-on. No one would hurt Isy -- not while I still drew breath. I hoped like hell Atilla had found the fucker who was after my woman.

I strode through the front door and toward Atilla’s office. He must have heard me coming his way because he called out my name.

“Get your ass in here!” he said.

I didn’t hesitate, entering Atilla’s private sanctum. The air inside was thick with tension, and I could practically feel the weight of the situation hanging over us like a storm cloud.

“Close the door,” Atilla ordered, not even bothering to look up from the papers spread out across his desk.

I did as he asked, my gut twisting into tight knots as I tried to read the expression on his face. “All right, Atilla,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “What’s going on?”

He finally looked up, his gaze meeting mine, and I saw the concern etched into every line on his face. “We’ve got a problem, Rebel. And it involves Isy.”

“Fuck.” I clenched my fists at my sides. “What happened? Did they find her stalker?”

“We’re working on it.

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