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

Chapter 2: The Chopper Demons

Trish

They are both handsome men, but very rugged. “Chill girl, we just came to see if you needed help. No one here will hurt you. Well, unless you want us too. We are flexible,” one says, and the other laughs. “It’s okay Trish, they won’t hurt you. We are not that kind of club,” Cookie says, and I nod and give the two men a weak smile.

“At least not anymore,” another man yells from the pool table and everyone laughs. “Oh, stop trying to scare her, Dagger. She has been through a lot of shit.” Cookie yells. “Sorry babe, I will behave. Sorry new girl, I was just kidding.” he answers and winks at Cookie, and she just shakes her head. The guy that spoke first came to stand next to me and puts his arm around me. I froze and looked up at him.

“Let me help you to the couch. Cookie can get you some grub,” he says and bends down and picks me up, bridal style. “I am Slider and that asshole is Mad Dog. What’s your name, my lady?” he asks as he carries me over to the couch. “My name’s Trish. It’s a pleasure to meet all of you. Thank you for saving me,” I say, and he smiles and puts me down on the couch so gently, that it catches me off guard.

“Rebel and Killer will be back soon. For now, you can stay here. Our casa, su casa,” he says with his arms spread widely, and I find myself giggling at his silliness. “Thank you kind sir, I appreciate your hospitality.” I answer, smiling as I find myself relaxing.

“Can I get you a beer, or do you prefer something stronger?” Mad Dog asks. “No alcohol for her. She just drank pain killers,” Cookie says, coming over with a plate of food and a glass of juice. “Thank you. This smells amazing,” I say as I take a whiff of a seafood dish.

“You chose a good day to drop by. Isa, Rebel’s mom, always cooks for us on a Monday. That woman is a saint, and she is the best cook I know,” Cookie says. Wow, she sounds amazing. This is not what I was expecting when Cookie said I was at a motorcycle club. So far, everyone is being so nice to me.

I take my first bite of the paella and moan as the flavor attacks my taste buds. Cookie looks at me and laughs loudly at my excited expression. “It’s good, right?” she asks as I take another bite. I just nod because my mouth is too full to talk. A commotion at the pool table draws our attention.

Cookie immediately jumps up and runs over. Dagger, the guy from earlier, is arguing with a woman in a skimpy red dress. “I told you to stay away, b***h. What the f**k are you doing here anyway? No one wants you here,” Cookie says as she pulls the woman away by her hair.

“Let me go, you slut!” the woman yells. “Look at the pot calling the kettle black. You are one to talk,” A red-haired woman says as she walks over and holds the woman’s arms behind her back. “Thanks Foxy,” Cookie says as she lets go of the woman’s hair. “What’s going on?” I asked Slider, who is laughing as he watches them.

“The brunette’s name is Jezebel. She was a pack bunny, but she was getting too out of hand. Always going after men that are already taken. Rebel kicked her out after she tried to get with him too.” he answered. “So Dagger and Cookie?” I asked and he nodded. “Cookie is Dagger’s old lady. They have been exclusive for two years now,” he answers and I smile. “So what is she doing back here if she was thrown out?” I ask and he shrugs.

“Probably looking for d**k. She used to put out for Dagger, before he met Cookie. She just doesn't know when to back off. If she isn't careful, Cookie will bury her,” he says. “And you two?” I ask with one eyebrow raised. They both laugh and shrug. “In the beginning, yes. Who says no to free p***y? But after she gave Moose crabs, no one wanted to go near her,” Slider says.

“Slider is very selective about where he slides his d**k. Me, I just never liked her. She is too clingy and nasty,” Mad Dog says and pulls a disgusted face, just as I swallowed my food, causing it to go down the wrong way. I start coughing while they laugh their asses off. Slider hands me a glass of water and I take a sip.

“You okay?” he asks and I nod and laugh. “Just wasn't expecting that answer,” I say, and they both laugh. “Well, everyone here is pretty straightforward. You will get used to it,” Slider says, and I smile. Why are they all being so nice? Aren't bikers meant to be rowdy, dangerous and callous? I guess I am just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Another guy breaks the fight the women are having, and picks Jezebel up and throws her over his shoulder. “Allow me to take out the trash,” he says, and walks to the door with a kicking and screaming Jezebel, who is flashing everyone her ass. “No underwear as usual. That girl really is nasty,” Slider says, clearly unimpressed. He is a very handsome guy, so he should be selective of the women he allows in his life. “So, what are your real names?”

“I’m Michael, and he’s Andrew,” Slider answers. “And Cookie?” I ask, really wanting to know. “Her name is Evelyn. Dagger met her when he got himself into a bad scuffle. She fixed him up, and they have been together ever since. He always referred to her as his ‘sweet cookie’, so we all just adopted the name,” he says, and I smile. That’s actually very sweet.

Cookie walks back over to us and sits down. “We need to get some guard dogs. Any riff-raff can just walk in unannounced." “Are you going to tell Rebel she was here?” Mad Dog asks her. “I should, but that would only sour his mood. He doesn't deserve to be reminded of the trash he put out already.” Cookie answers and they all laugh.

We chatted some more while I enjoyed the delicious paella that Slider went to reheat for me. I can’t believe how at ease I feel with these people. Some of the others also joined in the conversation, and I love how gentle Dagger was with Cookie. That is what love is supposed to be. Not that bullshit I thought I had with Gary. I can’t believe I ignored the warning signs. I hope I never see him again. I just want to move on, and live my life.

The door opens, and I immediately lose my train of thought when I see the man who walks in. He exudes confidence and authority. I can feel it all the way from here. He is wearing a simple white t-shirt with a sleeveless leather jacket, blue ripped jeans, and black grunge boots. Simple, but at the same time not. He looks hot and the t-shirt shows off his abs while the jeans fit him perfectly. Clearly showing how toned his legs are.

I am sure his ass looks good too. I just can’t see it from this angle. His arms are covered in tattoos, and I wish I could see them all. His black hair is messy, like he ran his fingers through it a few times in frustration. Then I looked at his face and swallowed. Wow, he is so hot. Who is this man? No, not a man, a God. Like a model straight out of one of my naughtiest fantasies. I can tell he is Latin American by his features and dark hair.

“Close your mouth before you catch flies,” Slider says, putting his finger under my chin. They all laugh and I just glare at them. “Who is that?” I whisper as he walks our way. Slider looks at me and smirks. “Hey boss, everything good?” he asks, getting up. Boss? This must be Rebel, their leader. Yes, I think that is what they call him.

“Hey man, all taken care of. Everything cool here?” he answers. My eyes find his, as I find myself drawn in by his sexy voice. Is there anything about this man that isn’t sexy? God, what the hell is wrong with me right now? “I see our sleeping beauty is awake,” the other guy with him says.

“Yeah, she is doing much better. Trish, this is our leader, Rebel,” Slider says, nodding at the sexy God. “And this is our second in command, Killer,” he says, nodding at the other guy. “It’s a pleasure to meet both of you. Thank you so much for saving me. I don’t know how I can ever repay you,” I quickly say. “You can start by telling us what your connection to Gary Lopez is,” Killer says, as they both sit down.

“We were engaged, until he started abusing me. One of his men helped me escape, and I have been on the run ever since. He found me twice and this time I was free for just over a year, before he found me today, or yesterday. I don’t know how long I was out.” I answer and Rebel looks at me and frowns.

Rebel looks very angry all of a sudden. Is he angry at me? s**t, I am not making a good impression. “He beat you?” Rebel asks and I nod. “Eso hijo de puta,” [That son of a bitch.] he says and I frown. “I am sorry, I don’t speak Spanish. I assume that’s Spanish, right?” I ask and he smiles and nods.

I nearly melt when he flashes me his dimples. Even his smile is sexy. Could he be more perfect? What the hell is wrong with me? I nearly got trafficked today, and now I am salivating over my savior. At least it looks like he isn't mad at me.