Page 53 of Rebel's Fairytale
Ranger’s, “Shit,” and Brute’s, “Here we fucking go,” weren’t a surprise at all.
Bullet wrapped his arms around Dragon’s waist from behind and started shouting for someone to get Axle.
In the hubbub, Pixie’s car shot into the parking lot, and Pike climbed out of the driver’s side. “Dragon,” he said in an authoritative tone as he left her car running and stormed toward the fight.
Dragon ignored Pike, his eyes locked on Trip, steam practically shooting out of his ears. “You don’t fucking deserve her.”
“And we’re back to where we started,” Bullet hissed, using all of his might to keep Dragon from advancing. Bullet’s face was beet red from the effort, his arm muscles straining to maintain hold.
“What in the fuck is going on out here?” Axle stormed out of the clubhouse as Pike reached Dragon.
Standing in front of Dragon, Pike put his hands to Dragon’s shoulders and shoved. “Fucking stop it!”
“Fucking baby,” Trip commented as he approached Dragon’s bike.
“Don’t you fucking touch my bike again,” Dragon bellowed and shoved Pike aside, sending him to his ass on the ground.
Trip reached down and yanked the cling off. That fact must not have registered in Dragon’s head, or it didn’t matter if it did, because Dragon just dragged Bullet with him as he stormed toward Trip, shoving brothers out of his way.
Rebel shifted between Dragon and Trip again. Just as Dragon reached out to shove him aside, Axle came from the side and tackled Dragon and Bullet to the ground.
With Axle laying over Dragon, Bullet on his legs, and Pike moving to hold his shoulders down, Dragon’s chest was heaving with his anger. Axle moved to straddle Dragon’s chest and glared down at the man. In his alpha voice, a voice they didn’t hear often, Axle ordered, “Lock your motherfucking ass down, or we’ll put you in that god damn cell again.”
Dragon was shaking with his anger as he closed his eyes and visibly strained to get some kind of control back. It took a good five minutes. During that time, Rebel dragged Trip as far away from Dragon as he could.
“You need to stop bringing up Darlin’ every time you two are beefing,” Rebel told him.
Trip shrugged.
“Seriously, Trip, he’s going to end you over a fucking comment, one of these days, and you’ll only have yourself to blame.”
With a roll of his eyes, Trip nodded. “Fine. I’ll keep her out of it… and I’ll apologize.”
“Not now,” Rebel warned. “Shit. Not now.”
From the front of the clubhouse, they heard Kisy’s voice. “Not that I’m against a bunch of men in that position, although I’d like it more if you all were naked, but why are you on top of my mate?”
And with that, the tension was broken as the group of grown men devolved into laughter.
Bri
As Bri was still recovering from the shock of Pixie telling her how Sugar and Siren got together, the front door opened, and Rebel stepped through, carrying quite a few bags.
“Hey,” he said with a smile. He moved into the kitchen and rounded the island. After setting the bags down on the top, he kissed her lips.
Bri kissed him back before she motioned to the bags. “I told you I’d make dinner.”
“This isn’t dinner.” He started removing things from the bags and setting them on the tiled top of the island. “Hey Pix. Pike will be here soon.”
“I figured. Are Trip and Ranger still breathing?”
“By a miracle, yes.”
They kept talking, but Bri wasn’t paying attention. She was distracted by what Rebel was unloading, box after box of different teas — Earl Grey, mint, chai, chamomile, green tea, and more. From the next bag, he pulled out a set of mugs that were teal and had various quotes about books on the side. He removed bathroom products from the third bag. He had gotten her favorite shampoo, conditioner, and a few hair products she had in her bathroom. There was also a straightener, a curling iron, a blow dryer, a brush, a comb, a toothbrush, her brand of toothpaste, and a variety of things to use to pull her hair back.
Bri was stunned and touched by the gesture. It didn’t feel presumptuous, though. It felt like Rebel’s way of letting her know he wanted her to be as comfortable at his place as she was at her own. Rather than laying down expectations, he was doing what he could to make sure she was taken care of in the ways he could.
Without giving a damn that Pixie was in the room with them, Bri turned to face him, reached up, and cupped his face in her hands, and pulled him to her. Giving him a deep, wet kiss, Bri ignored the cheers coming from Pixie and whoever was in the living room.