Rebel’s Chopper Demons MC: A Baby For His Sin

Chapter 8: Late Night Round Up

Rebel

I was rocking Zia back to sleep, when Trish came back into the room. She was fully dressed, but I still had the image of her body in my mind. I put Zia down and then turned back to her. “You can go to bed, Trish,” I said, and she nodded. “I will take the monitor with me again. Night Rebel,” She says, and turns to leave.

“Night Trish, sleep well,” I answered after her and went to my room. I clearly didn't think this through. When Killer suggested I ask Trish to look after Zia, I thought it was a brilliant idea. She mentioned that she did a course in early childhood development, so she should know about babies too.

I can also tell that she has a good heart, and that normally means mothering instincts. But now that she is here, alone with me, I am having second thoughts. She doesn't deserve to get caught up in my world. She is too good and pure. She may think I am a good man because I am helping her. But if she ever found out about my alter ego, she wouldn't look at me the same way.

I just got into bed when Killer called me. “Hey man, you still up?” “Yeah, Zia woke up again. What’s up?” “We know where those men that went after Trish are hiding. Do you want to pay them a visit? A few of the guys are scouting the location, and so far there are only five of them.”

“Okay, where should I meet you?” “Will Zia be okay?” “Trish is here, so I am sure she will be. Send me the address, then I will meet you there.” “Okay, I am glad you took my advice. Trish will take good care of Zia,” He says before he hangs up.

Hmm, I don’t doubt that. I doubt my ability to stay away from her. This is going to be a special kind of torture. I must be a masochist for willingly torturing myself like this. But this is the best solution I have for now, so I will just have to deal. Having Trish here with Zia sets my mind at ease. They will both be safe here with me.

I quickly dressed, and grabbed my weapons, and the spare cellphone from my nightstand. I go to Trish’s room and knock on the door. “Come in,” she yells, so I open the door. She is sitting at the end of her bed, with her legs crossed, reading a book. “Why are you still up?” “Couldn't sleep, is everything okay?” she asks, closing her book.

“I need to head out for a bit. Will you please keep an eye on Zia?” “Sure, but where are you going at this hour?” she asks, looking at the clock in the room. “We got a lead on the men that tried to attack you. I will be back as soon as I can. Here, my number is the only one saved. Call me if anything happens, or if you need me for anything,” I say, handing her the phone.

“I will, but are you sure it's a good idea to go after them? I don’t want you or anyone else getting hurt because of me.” “We will be fine, we are just going to scout out the place. Don’t worry about me, this is what I do. Get some rest, I will see you soon.” I answer and walk over to the door. “Please be careful, Rebel,” she yells after me.

I just nod and leave before I change my mind. I check my phone and bring up the GPS for the location Killer sent me. I smirk when I see the address. This is perfect. I don’t need to go far for answers. They are staying at an abandoned factory, very close to the warehouse I own.

My warehouse is not an active one, but it does, however, produce answers. I call it, ‘La última parada’, meaning, ‘The last stop’. That is where I take all the pests I need to exterminate. When I am done, I dispose of their bodies. No one hurts my family, friends, or neighborhood and lives to tell the tale.

I get on Eve, and hall ass to the location. I will have to park a few roads away, because Eve is a loud gal. I get there in no time, and meet up with my guys. There are eight of them, and they are just waiting for me.

“No one came or left, boss.” Slider says first. “You here too?” I ask, surprised. He hardly joins us on missions like this. “Yes, they f****d with Trish. They need to die.” he answers, making me frown. I don’t say anything, I just nod. It seems to me like he likes her too. Killer looks at me with a look that means he is thinking the same, but now is not the time.

“Let’s go, only use your weapons if you need to. In and out as quietly as you can. I need two alive for questioning,” I say, and they all nod. We split up and headed to the entrances. I go in the front, and we make it inside without being heard or noticed. They would either be in the office, or staff room, where the bathrooms are. Those are the only two places that are enclosed.

Most of these factories are built with the same layout, and this one seems no different. I show Killer and his team to head to the office, while my team heads to the staff room. I hear a scuffle and then a single shot goes off, just as we barge into the staff room.

“Check the place, I am going to check on Killer.” I whispered to Slider. He and the others go to check the bathroom, while I make my way to the office, watching my own back. When I got to the office, I saw three of the men were already dead, and they kept two alive. They acted fast and used their knives.

“We need to get to the warehouse. Bring all the bodies. Leave no evidence behind.” I say, and they all spring into action. The rest join us and help, while Killer and I go through their bags. We need to take all this with us. There could be information here that can help us. I sent the social security numbers I had found to Dom and asked him for background checks.

When we are done, and we are sure no evidence was left behind, we leave. Luckily, a few of the guys came in their trucks, so we didn't have to carry these assholes. Now to get some answers before I get rid of these assholes.

Trisha

After Rebel left, I took a blanket and went to the nursery. I won’t be able to sleep now that he isn't here. I will be too worried about Zia being alone in the nursery. When I get there, she is still fast asleep, looking like a sweet little angel.

I kissed her little cheek, before I curled up in the armchair. I don’t even know when I fell asleep, but when I opened my eyes, I was back in my room. Huh? I thought I went to the nursery, or did I dream that? I get up, and rush to the nursery, only to find Rebel sitting in the armchair, feeding Zia, who is wide awake.

“Morning Trisha, did you sleep well?” Rebel asks when he sees me. “Morning Rebel, I did, thank you. But I don't remember getting into bed,” I say frowning. “I carried you to bed. You looked very uncomfortable in this chair.” “Oh, thank you, but you should've just woken me up. You don’t need to carry me around.”

“It was no bother, Trish. Do you mind taking over so I can fix us breakfast?” “Of course,” I answered, walking over and taking Zia from him. “Thanks,” he says and gets up. He leaves, so I sit down and try to give Zia the rest of her bottle. But the little princess seemed to be full, because she didn't want any more.

So after I burped her, I got her ready for a bath. Wow, she has so many cute little outfits. I doubt she will even get to wear half of these clothes. Someone went a bit overboard, but I don’t blame them. I would've done the same if this little cutey was mine.

I dress her in one of the pink little tracksuits and take her with me to look for Rebel. “Hmm, everything smells delicious.” I say when I walk into the kitchen. “I am nearly done. You can have a seat in the dining room,” he answers. I nodded and put Zia in her little day crib and took her with me. She is fast asleep after her bath.

The table was already decked with way too much food for two people. But he still came in with another dish and coffee. “Help yourself,” he says, and I was about to answer, when I heard someone come in the front door. “In the dining room!” he yells, and then goes over to Zia and kisses her cheek.

“She looks so cute,” he whispers, making me smile. At least he likes what I chose. An older woman walks in and goes straight to the crib and kisses Zia. “Oh, she looks so adorable,” she says, smiling at a sleeping Zia. “Morning mama, this is Trisha Harlow. The woman I told you about. Trish, this is my mom, Isa Morales,” Rebel says, by way of introduction.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Morales,” I say, getting up. “Likewise Trisha. Thank you for helping with Zia. I hope Rebel is paying you enough.” “It’s my pleasure, and he is helping me out of a bind, so I don’t need any payment.” I say, and she frowns, and so does Rebel. “You better pay the girl, hijo.” [son] Isa says.

“I was planning to, mom,” he says, rolling his eyes. “No, it’s not necessary Rebel. You have done so much for me, it's the least I can do. And I really don’t mind looking after Zia. She is a sweet baby.” “Why must you always be so stubborn? We have a deal, remember?” he says, crossing his arms.

“Don’t argue with him, child. Let’s eat, I am starving,” Isa says, taking my hand and pulling me down to sit. Rebel looks at me with a smirk, clearly thinking he has won. But I won’t drop this. He is being too good to me. I can’t take money from him too.

We all start eating, and everything is delicious. “I would never have guessed you could cook,” “There are many things you don’t know about me, Trish.” He answers, with a look I can’t decipher. I just nod and go back to eating. I chatted with Isa while we ate and Rebel was right, she is easy to like.

I noticed the way Rebel kept looking at me, but I tried to ignore it. Maybe he is just happy that his mother likes me. She does have a big say in what happens in Zia’s life, after all. It's nothing more than that, right?