Doc (The Rebel’s MC #2)
Prologue
Doc – Age Thirty Years Old
My jaw ticks as I walk through the packed ER, passing patients waiting to be called next, as I head towards the exit. They all look at me expectantly, but I pay them no attention. I don’t even make eye contact so they can’t pull back in, like always.
My body is tense, no, it’s fucking locked up, and I know the decision I’ve come to is going to kick my ass in the long run.
I’m going to regret it, but the club must come first, it always has to come first. Even if it means I’m not happy because it is was is expected of me, what my dad expects me to do.
I fist my hands, the urge to fucking puke my guts up hitting me so hard that I’m struggling to keep my stoic face together as I pass the receptionist's desk.
Seven years, I have been the president of the Rebel’s MC for seven whole fucking years and I have brought this club higher than ever, bringing in more revenue, more business, gaining the respect of our small town in Wincher.
Gaining the respect from our affiliations and it still doesn’t matter what I do, my dad, the man I used to look up to, the man who I took over from while still working my ass off in school, wants more.
He always wants more, from me, from the club.
He wants revenge against the senator who made his job a lot harder.
He believed our club was a menace, hated us with everything in him until I took over and brought it to new heights.
The town preferring us than him and now, because of my dad’s big fucking mouth and stupid ideas, Senator Jacob Smith wants me to marry his daughter.
An idea the senator himself brought up to mine a few years ago when dad mentioned it in passing, one my father jumped at the fucking chance for.
He wants the senator in the club's pocket, even now when he isn’t running shit anymore.
He expects me, his own son, who got his MD for fuck’s sake and has worked his way up to a senior leading position in the ER, to go along with what he wants and why?
Because the senator tried to have him arrested a few times?
Because he tried to get the judges' orders overruled when a brother got into shit?
I’m his fucking son, and he wants me to sign my life away to a woman who took one look at me and wanted me. A fucking woman who to this day has not worked a second in her life, living off of daddy’s money, buying new cars and going on shopping sprees that cost thousands.
A spoiled fucking brat that is going to drain my bank account dry if given the chance.
“Hey, Dr. Conners…” A sultry voice says from the desk, but I don’t stop my stride, knowing if I do, a patient or another doctor will flag me down, and I put my hand up to Millie, the receptionist, who just doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.
I don’t even need to turn my head to know she’s most likely unbuttoned her white blouse to show her cleavage and try to entice me which wouldn’t have worked anyway.
I really shouldn’t have fucked her in the supply closet last year.
My phone buzzes as I walk out the door, I quickly check it, and wince.
Stone – Don’t do it, brother, you will regret it.
“Too late,” I mutter to myself as I put my phone back in my pocket without replying before putting my cut on, the leather that would normally soothe me feeling too tight right now with the weight of my decisions.
Stone, my VP, my best friend, knows all about making the wrong decisions. In high school, his recent fuck, Elsie, claimed she was pregnant. She had a pregnancy test in hand and a massive grin on her face, or that is how Ace, the club’s secretary, explained it.
I, Anchor, the club's road captain, and Dirty, the club’s treasurer, were already in college, being a year older than him. Stone, Tank, the club’s enforcer, and Trigger, the club’s sergeant at arms were all seniors at the time.
Unfortunately for Stone, even knowing the baby, if there even was one, may have been someone else’s, he had to claim Elsie.
Not only because his dad was supposed to be friends with hers, but because of the role he was going to take.
He didn’t want to chance pissing off the townsfolk, who at the time were not sure about the club.
He spent eleven years married to the crazy bitch, his dad threatening his role within the club.
If he tried to divorce Elsie, his dad threatened his role as VP.
Though Stone wanted nothing more, especially a few months after they married, when the truth came out that she faked her pregnancy, he wanted to keep his role.
He fucked around, so did she, only wanting his patch on his back and money he brought in.
At least until he went and fell in love with Rose, a nurse on the children’s floor who is the sweetest. I may have had a hand in getting them together when I encouraged her to go to our dance club, Rebel’s Pheonix.
Stone didn’t know how to navigate the whole ‘I’m married’ shit, so he kept quiet to Rose about Elsie, about his role within the club.
Instead, he got Judge Jones, a man we see as family, to grant his divorce a week after meeting Rose, then had her sign a marriage license without her knowing, even getting her sister to sign as a witness.
He was on a club run with the Untamed Hell Fire MC, The Huntsmen MC, and The Devil’s MC when Breaker from the Devil’s suggested he divorce Elsie without anyone knowing, including her.
Then, Snake, his pres, mentioned marrying Rose and Stone didn’t think twice knowing Rose was his and vice versa, even after one week of knowing each other.
He and Rose have been through so much over the past nine months.
She left after believing she was the other woman to begin a course to become a pediatric cardiologist nurse.
He chased after her, fought for her. They were making progress when Elsie stabbed Rose in the chest. She was aiming for the heart, thinking she was the mistress, not knowing Stone had divorced her.
His dad admitted to being drugged and then fucking Elsie’s dad’s ass.
He was being blackmailed which is why he wouldn’t allow Stone to divorce the bitch.
Even worse, Hayley, Stone’s mama, threatened to leave Butch if he told anyone, ashamed despite the fact she cheated on Butch before she got pregnant with Selena, Stone’s little sister.
All in all, Stone and Rose have been through a lot. Thankfully, Elsie missed Rose’s heart, by an inch, but still. She survived while Elsie did not. Neither did her dad, James.
They’ll get their happily ever after this I know…but I also know I won’t.
Swallowing hard, I run my hand through my hair as I feel my phone buzz again, but I ignore it, knowing it’ll be Stone again, or worse, Mama.
She doesn’t like the idea of me marrying for the club.
She did it and has hated life ever since.
Mama was a part of the Cannibal group, her father basically selling her to mine to begin peace between the two groups.
At first, Mama fell in love with Dad, but the fucker just couldn’t keep it in his pants, even for the woman he claimed was ‘the one’.
She fucks the prospects, and he fucks the clubwhores. Both are aware but don’t care, I guess.
And Mama wonders why I have commitment issues…
My phone stops buzzing as I climb on my matte black Harley, the tank shining in the evening sun, and I take a deep breath before starting her up.
“Time to seal my fate…” I murmur to myself before backing out of my spot.
“Son!” my dad says excitedly as I walk into Senator Smith's office without knocking twenty minutes later, my face stoic.
Jacob smiles, seeing me while his daughter, Cynthia, bites the corner of her bottom lip as she eyes me up. She starts at my jeans, then works up to my button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up on the arms showing off my tattoos, but they linger on my cut like a typical patch chaser.
She looks like a cheap plastic doll and my cock, I swear to fuck, shrinks back into my body.
Bleach blonde hair in big waves, makeup caked on her face with bright red lipstick, and a tight dress that just hits her knees. It would be a very respectful dress, if her paid-for tits weren’t spilling out of the top.
The woman is five-eight, but the heels she’s wearing make her at least five-ten.
I always said I would do anything for the club, that they’d be my top priority, I just never thought I’d have to do this. But these fuckers forced my hand...
“How was work, Dr. Conners?” Jacobs asks with a sly smirk, but I don’t smile, fuck, I don’t even react.
This fucker sent a drug addict to my hospital.
He was shouting in the ER, claiming I gave him drugs this morning, but thankfully, no one believed him when proof was shown I’d been at the hospital all day. The guy was arrested shortly after.
It isn’t the first time Senator Smith has tried to fuck with me to get my attention, to force my hand but this one was a new low and he’s now about to find out how pissed I am.
Cops at the club claiming to have warrants was one thing, my dad threatening to cast a vote within the club so I’d lose my patch because of my apparent demanding career was the kicker. These fuckers are messing with my life on both fronts.
“The next time you try to fuck with my career, Jacob, I’ll put you in the ground,” I threaten, and his sly smirk slowly disappears at my threat.
He sees I mean every word, I’d fucking kill him in a heartbeat.
My dad jumps in when he side eyes him and claims, “Jacob would never fuck with your career, son, what are you talking about?”
“R-Right,” Jacobs croaks before clearing his throat and lies, “I would never do that, especially when I know what the club is capable of...”
I chuckle darkly as I eye the fucker who has been trying to use scare tactics to get his own way. Now that he’s losing the backing of the town, after several women were attacked, attacks I firmly believe he orchestrated, and not just to get my attention for this fucking wedding.