Chapter 5: Madisen
It had been two weeks since the fire at the bakery. The club’s construction crew was hard at work repairing it so we could reopen. I was completely recovered from my ordeal. I was still staying with Rebel at the Warriors’ compound. He spent every spare moment with me. We slept every night with me wrapped in his arms. But other than some very hot kisses, he hadn’t made any kind of advances. I was having to relieve my frustrations while I was in the shower. He had my body tied in knots. Enough was enough. Tonight, he was going to show me what he had. I just had to get up the courage to tell him I was ready.
I’d gone as far as to talk to Jocelyn about what was going on and my fears. Even though I hadn’t ever been with a man, I knew enough about it and had fantasies to fill a book. I just had no practical knowledge. I was nervous I’d disappoint him. Jocelyn assured me that he wouldn’t be disappointed. She urged me to be truthful before we did anything. He needed to know in order to make it as good as possible for me. I cringed thinking about that conversation. Maybe a little alcohol would help.
I took one final look at my hair. I was dressed in jeans which molded my hips and ass. Rebel constantly told me it was sexy as hell. His hands sure seemed to grab it all the time. The top I had on showed a decent amount of cleavage without being slutty. There was nothing I could do about my breasts. They were prominent. I thanked God that they were perky. I had on a silver cuff, and long swinging earrings. I’d even put on makeup. It was neutral until you got to my eyes. I played up their color so they looked brighter and bigger. On my lips was a berry-colored gloss. My shoes were three-inch strappy heels.
I fluffed my hair. I’d curled my long, darker blond almost brown locks. It laid in curls down my back. It looked good. Spritzing on my perfume, I took a deep breath then headed out to the common room. Rebel was already there. The club was having a party and invited a bunch of other clubs since it was the Fourth of July weekend. I was going to meet Bull’s daughter and her family.
Rebel had told me that they usually went to Dublin Falls when they had group parties, but since the club now had some old ladies, Bull decided to have one here. They had invited some clubs called the Pagan Souls, the Iron Punishers and the Ruthless Marauders. In total, five clubs would be here. It was a huge party. Many were bringing campers so they could stay in the compound. There wasn’t enough room to put everyone up in the clubhouse, Bull’s, and Bear’s houses. I was worried about them not liking me. These were all people important to Rebel.
Walking into the common room, I was overwhelmed with the number of people. It was a sea of cuts. Everywhere I looked there were big, rough, tattooed bikers. I looked for Rebel or one of his brothers. As I moved around the room, I kept watch for one of them, or even Jocelyn and Devyn. I didn’t see very many women compared to men. Later when the kids went down for the night, the bunnies would come out. That’s what Jocelyn had told me. I could tell neither of them liked the idea of the bunnies any more than I did. CeeCee and the other bunnies kept up their glares over the past two weeks. I was honestly tired of them. I knew the guys had needs, but the bunnies were bullshit. I knew the big problem for me was the fact Rebel had slept with them. He was no angel, but I didn’t need the visual of who else he’d been with. Even if they could be a little skanky, they were all thin and had a lot less ass and curves than I did. My insecurities wouldn’t shut up.
I was jarred from my thoughts when I ran into what felt like a wall. I looked up to see a giant, leather-clad, bearded man with a glint in his eyes. His arms came up, and he wrapped them around me.
“Well, hello, darlin’. I thought there weren’t going to be any girls here until later. Lucky me. Let’s go get better acquainted.” He started to pull me with him, and I struggled.
“Get your hands off me. I’m not a fucking bunny or any kind of slut. I’m looking for my old man. He’ll kick your ass for touching me.”
“Very funny, babe. If you were an old lady, you’d be wearing a cut. I don’t see one. That means you’re the entertainment. Bunnies are here to service the guys. Period. Stop playing around and let’s get acquainted.”
I tugged my arm harder. He had a tight grip, but he wasn’t trying to hurt me. I looked around frantically for one of the Warriors. The mountain taking me toward the front door never stopped moving. Not seeing any help, I prayed I wouldn’t cause an incident because of what I did next. I broke his hold and almost broke his ham of a hand. He yelled when I did it. As he swung around to face me fully, I throat punched him.
Shit, the crowd around us got quiet. Everyone was staring at us as he choked, gagged, and tried to swear. He was holding his throat and glaring at me like he was going to kill me. I backed away from him.
“I’m sorry, but you wouldn’t listen. I’m not a damn bunny. I’m Rebel’s old lady, even if I don’t have a cut.” As I looked around again at the pissed faces around me, I worried about how I could take all of them. There had to be at least twenty of them. My heart was pounding. Suddenly, Joker came pushing through the crowd. He came straight to me and pulled me into his arms.
“What happened?”
I told him what the guy did and what I did. He glared at the guy who was no longer coughing and was watching us with narrowed eyes.
“Jesus Christ, Crusher. You sure stirred the shit didn’t you. You know who you were dragging out to fuck?” The man he called Crusher, which I now saw was on his cut, shook his head no. “She’s Rebel’s fucking old lady. I know she doesn’t have her cut yet. He’s gonna lose his shit when he finds out.”
He’d barely finished when more familiar faces showed up. Rebel’s was one of them. He shoved his way through and came to me, dragging me out of Joker’s arms and into his.
“Are you okay, baby? What happened? Why was Joker holding you?”
I didn’t want to tell him. I knew he’d be pissed. I looked at Joker with pleading eyes.
“Reb, man, stay calm, okay? There was a misunderstanding. Crusher didn’t know she was your woman.”
“What the fuck did he do?” Rebel asked, taking a step away from me and toward Crusher. Surprisingly, Crusher took a step back and held his hands up in a pleading manner.
“I’m sorry, Rebel. I thought she was one of the bunnies. She doesn’t have a property cut. I might have gotten a little pushy. I didn’t mean to scare or hurt her.”
Rebel pushed me back over to Joker. He got in Crusher’s face. I could see his fists were clenched.
“You mean to tell me that you manhandled my old lady? Thought she was a damn bunny and was going to try and fuck her? Is that what you’re telling me?” Crusher slowly nodded his head. Faster than a blink, Rebel punched him in the face. I heard his nose break. Bull and Tank stepped in before he could throw anymore punches. Crusher didn’t try to hit him back.
“Calm down, Rebel. He learned his lesson. Let’s have some fun and relax. Everyone now knows she’s your old lady. Why don’t you take her to get a drink? Cool off.”
Rebel took me back into his arms. He never took his eyes off of Crusher. Someone had handed him a cloth for his nose. I felt sorry for him. Though he scared me, he didn’t have any way to know I was an old lady. I could believe a bunny would lie and say she was an old lady as desperate as they were to be one.
Another man stepped out of the crowd. He looked at Crusher then at me and Rebel. He shook his head. His cut read his name was Reaper and he was President. I couldn’t see the back to tell which club he was in.
“Let me guess. He laid a hand on your woman. He thought she was a bunny. She’s not. She’s your old lady but you haven’t gotten her cut yet. Am I right?”
I nodded since Rebel didn’t. Reaper sighed.