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

Chapter 6: Time to go

Trish

I don’t know what is going on anymore. It’s been two months since I have been staying at the Chopper Demon clubhouse, and Rebel is doing his best to avoid me. Ever since that first day that Dani attacked me, Rebel has been keeping his distance. He was so sweet and kind, and then he just stopped talking to me.

When I tried to talk to him, he would give me clipped answers, or make an excuse to get away. At first, it didn’t bother me. I just figured that he was busy trying to find leads on Gary. But then Cookie told me that Dani packed up and left. So I figured that he needed time, so I gave him that.

I stayed out of his way as much as I could. I kind of ended up feeling like a burden to him after that. Everyone else was still cool, even the women that were not initially happy I was there. They came to see I wasn't interested in any of their men. And once they were filled in on the real reason I was there, they were cool. But Rebel blatantly ignoring me really hurt.

I guess this connection I thought we had, was one-sided. I promised myself I would live my life for myself and not a man. So maybe it's better that I cut all ties with him, before I get hurt anymore. But still, I wanted to speak to him to clear the air between us. So, four days ago, I sucked it up and decided to go see him in his office. He is there most of the time now.

He nearly ran me over on the stairs and then held me in his arms like I was something he treasured. When I asked if I could speak to him, he brushed me off again, and left. He hasn't been back since. I think that I may be the reason that he doesn't want to come to his own clubhouse.

I think it’s time for me to leave. Gary seems to have left the city, so I think it’s safe for me to move on. These people have been so great to me, but I can’t stay here forever. So, I waited until they all went to bed, before I snuck out. I wore the clothes I came here in and left everything they bought me.

I also left a note of thanks to all of them. It may have only been two months, but this is the safest and happiest I have felt in my entire life. I never imagined I would feel so at home with a motorcycle club, but I have inconvenienced them long enough. So, I called a cab, and he was waiting right where I asked him too. I just need to get some things from my apartment, and then I will catch the next bus out of here.

It’s time I moved on and started fresh. I have picked up a few things from them that I hope will help me to better hide from Gary. The cab driver was very sweet when I explained that I had to run up to my apartment first to get his cash. He agreed and waited patiently for me to return.

So, I ran up to my one-bedroom apartment as fast as I could to get his fare. I got my spare key from the hiding spot and went into my apartment, only to find the place in a total mess. What the f**k happened here? Everything was ransacked and it looked like the police came to do a drug raid.

My couch cushions were cut open, every single drawer and cupboard was emptied. “f**k!” I said as I ran to my room to see if my money was still there. I sighed in relief when my savings were still in it's hiding spot behind the toilet cistern. I quickly grabbed the 20 dollars I needed and ran back downstairs to give Ed, the cab driver. He even made sure I was really okay, before he left. I am happy that there really are still good people in this world.

I went back up to my apartment to sort out the mess my life had become. I locked the door and started going through the things I needed. I have enough cash to last me for three months, and maybe a week in a motel. But I will have to find a job as soon as I get where I am going and a small apartment.

I packed up a suitcase and a backpack’s worth of clothes and toiletries, before I made my way out of my apartment. I still have some money in my savings account, so I will draw that first and then head to the bus station. There is a bus that is leaving in just over an hour. I will definitely make it on time.

I can get a phone when I get off the bus. I would really love to stay in contact with Cookie. I have her number written down, as well as the number for the clubhouse. So, I left my apartment to go straight to the bus station. I hope I am making the right choice. But deep down I feel like I didn’t.

The Chopper Demons were basically strangers to me, but I felt so at home there. But my problems should never have been theirs in the first place. I need to keep moving, because that is what I know. At least I won’t be a bother for Rebel anymore. He can go back to his normal life and not have to work so hard to ignore me.

After one last look at my apartment building, I get in the cab and drive off towards my new life. When we reached the bus station, I paid the driver and made my way to the door. Before I went in to buy the ticket, I hear a motorcycle roar in the distance. I smiled, thinking of the friends I made. I think every time I hear or see a motorcycle, I will be reminded of them.

I continue to walk, until I hear a familiar voice call my name. I turn to see Slider getting off his bike, and Cookie and Dagger run over to me. “Where the hell are you going, Trish?” Cookie asks when she catches up to me. “I am sorry I left without saying anything, but it's better this way. It’s time for me to move on. Did you get my note?”

“Yes, and your words were sweet, but it’s not time to say goodbye. It’s still not safe for you to leave,” she says as Dagger takes my suitcase and Slider comes over to take my backpack off my back. “No, I have been a burden long enough. I will be okay,” I say as I try to take the backpack back.

“Why are you really leaving?” “My problems should never have been yours. I will be okay, really.” “Nah, you are running for other reasons. You know you are welcome and safe with us, and you are no burden at all,” Slider says, folding his arms. “It’s Rebel, isn’t it? Don’t think no one noticed how you try to avoid each other. Just come back, we can work it out,” Cookie says, making Slider frown.

“I don’t want to…” I say, but am cut off when I hear car tyres screeching as a vehicle comes to an abrupt halt. Three men jump out of the car, and Slider immediately shields me. I know one of those men. He works for Gary. How the hell did he find me?

Cookie grabs my hand and runs with me, following behind her. I look back when I hear a gunshot go off, then followed by rapid gunshots. “Get on,” Cookie yells, handing me a helmet. She gets on the bike and I get on behind her. “What about the guys?” I yell. “They will be fine. I need to get you out of here,” she says and starts the bike.

We drive off and all I hear are gunshots, before it goes quiet, and all I can hear is the motorcycle we are on. Oh no! I will never forgive myself if something happened to Dagger and Slider because of me. I held onto Cookie as tightly as I could and said a silent prayer for them to be okay.

I look back when I hear another motorcycle and sigh in relief when I see its Dagger and Slider catching up to us. They ride next to us and show some hand signals to Cookie, and she nods and speeds off in a different direction and they follow. I have no idea where we are going, but this is not the way to the clubhouse.

We pull up to a house in a residential neighborhood and a gate opens for us to enter. Cookie parks the bike, and we both get off and I look around. “Are you okay?” she asks me and I nod. “Are you two okay?” I ask the guys and they both smirk. “Please, as if we would let those chumps get the drop on us.” Slider says and I just shake my head.

“I know the one guy. He works for Gary,” I say, and Dagger nods. “We figured they were his men. Come on, let’s get you inside,” he says, handing me my backpack. I see that they even brought my suitcase. How the hell did they have time to get it, and where did they keep it? These guys are f*****g awesome.

We go to the front door, which is unlocked. They walk inside like they own the place, and maybe they do. What would I know? They do have lives outside of club business. The house is absolutely stunning. The decor is simple, but masculine. This must be one of the guys' places.

“Full report,” I hear a familiar voice say, and I turn and see Rebel walk into the lounge where we were standing. “We clipped one of the men in the shoulder, before they drove off,” Dagger says, while I just stand there silently. I am still in shock, not by the fact that Rebel is here, but the fact that he is holding a tiny sleeping baby in his arms.

“Why did you run?” Rebel asks me and I don’t answer. I am not being rude. I think I am still in shock with everything that just happened, and then seeing Rebel with a baby. He asks me again and everyone is looking at me now. “I… er..” I stutter, because the words don’t want to come out.

“Hold Zia for me so I can have a word with Trisha.” Rebel tells Cookie, and she smiles and takes Zia… what a lovely name. “Get us some drinks. I think Trish needs one. She may be in shock,” Rebel says as he takes me by the arm and leads me out of the lounge. He pulls me into a room and closes the door.

I look around and see that it’s a bedroom. “Why would you run? You know it isn't safe for you. Gary is still in the wind, and clearly he had men still looking for you,” Rebel asks. “I felt like it was time to leave. I have imposed on you enough. I will be fine on my own. I don’t want to be a burden to you,” I say. He stalks closer to me and looks at me with an unreadable expression.