Chapter 39
KINGSTON “FROST”
Ileft Rebel sleeping at Skull’s house to assess the damages at my own.
The place is destroyed. There ain’t one salvageable area other than the panic room, which I didn’t think I’d ever have to use.
Kitchen cabinets hang like streamers from the wall, and all the cabinet doors in the island are torn off.
The back window and door to the deck are shattered, the deck demolished, and glancing into the backyard, Rebel’s greenhouse lays shattered on the ground.
The greenhouse I built for her. The one she loves.
Snake has no idea that he poked the bear for the last time. I’m fucking tearing him to shreds when I find him. Better yet, I’ll fucking cripple him, so he'll be without sex, a bike, and everything else. One of his men will have to wipe his ass, because he’ll be paralyzed.
Upstairs is the same. The bed is split in two, and chunks of fireplace litter the floor, added to the gasoline-soaked clothes.
On the way here, I called the police to make out a report for the insurance company.
I’ll need whatever monies possible to fix the place, because I ain’t accepting any handouts from my brothers.
The only thing I’ll do is leave Snake’s name out of it.
I don’t want the police interfering in my torture plans for him.
The doorbell rings, but I don’t have to bother opening the fucking door since it’s only hanging on one hinge. Thank God it’s Officer Patel, who is about the only one I can stomach.
His eyes narrow, surveying the place as he says, “What the fuck, Kingston?” He whips his head to me and then back to the ruins. “Do you know who did this?”
“No.”
Patel’s foot slides some of the wreckage out of the way while walking toward the kitchen. He stops in his tracks when he sees the glass sprinkled all over the floor.
His hand runs down his face. “I was not prepared for this amount of damage. I’m calling in more people for pictures, and to list the damage.”
While he gathers his crew, I contact the insurance company to file a claim.
Two hours later, they’re gone and I’m cleaning up what I can. A motorcycle veers into my driveway, and I spin with my gun out to find Skull climbing off it. He whistles at the damage as I lower my gun.
He takes off his glasses while scoping out the place. “We’ve got a problem.”
I cock an eyebrow up at his announcement. “You think?”
Waving his hands around, he continues, “Aside from this mess. Since Snake lost most of his crew, he’s teamed up with the Dirty Cannibals.”
My head falls back. “So those were the fuckers with him last night, destroying my house. Just when we thought we got rid of the shit, he’s brought in one of the worst clubs on the East Coast.” I throw my arms out to the sides.
“And what about our fucking mole. Someone is feeding information to Snake. First, one of our drops was intercepted. Then we were shot at while at your lake house, and again they tried to seize our goods.”
“I know. If Snake offers them the Grave Disciples’ clubhouse, the Dirty Cannibals will replace them.
They’re worse than the Grave Disciples, and all the other clubs hate them for their horrific behavior.
No one knows for sure, but rumor has it they eat parts of the people they kill. They’ll be our fucking neighbors.”
“We need to speed things up with the clubhouse and security. I’m going to be at the Rebel Room more often to track every fucking member in our club.
Long time and short time members. I don’t fucking care.
” I indicate to the room. “I’m about to be a dad and I’ve got nothing now.
This weekend, I had planned to put the babies’ room together.
” My voice rises. “I can’t even fucking put my own damn kids in a crib. ”
He walks over to me. “Yes you will. We’ll hire someone to start and I’ll recruit the brothers.”
“Fucking Snake is going to pay.”
“I hear you.”
My eyes bore into him. “And when I find the mole, I’ll scatter pieces of him everywhere. I’ll feed him to the wild.”
He pats my shoulder and then makes phone calls.
Within an hour, half of my brothers are here, Gears included, cleaning up the broken items and sweeping up the glass.
Rebel’s called several times, wanting to help, but I told her to stay put and take care of the babies.
I don’t need her falling and hurting herself on this shit.
Besides, she’s safer there with all of Skull’s security.
Ever since our house was destroyed two weeks ago, I’ve put in time at the shop, doing jobs at the house, and in the evenings, surveying the club.
I sucked it up and contacted Grayson regarding the lumber for my house.
Once he saw the damage, he gave me a slight discount.
While he was counting inventory, Skull arrived and it turns out he had already hired Grayson for the clubhouse, which has broken ground.
He’s also supplying material for the houses.
My shoulder still hurts, but I work through the pain to get my house in order and to find the mole.
I have a spreadsheet of everyone’s comings and goings.
Hiding in a dark corner, I observe body language, how my brothers act, and their responses to their phones.
Everything. I hate spying on them, presuming they’re all guilty, except I’ll do anything to find the mole.
The asshole who put Rebel’s and the babies’ life in danger by feeding information to Snake.
Snake.
That slithery weasel isn’t man enough to face me alone.
He had to scrape the bottom of the swamp for reinforcement.
The Dirty Cannibals are sadistic scum. No matter how evil they are, they have no idea what they’re dealing with.
I’m not afraid to die for my family and brothers, and my brothers would do the same.
Except for the mole.
My phone pings.
Rebel
I’m going to the hospital with Duchess. She’s in labor.
Me
Not alone.
Rebel
Skull is here.
Me
What hospital? I’ll leave in a few.
Rebel
Moose Grove General.
Me
Be careful, Rebel.
Rebel
Love you.
Her rounded stomach has spiked my libido.
If I thought Rebel was gorgeous when I first saw her, she’s breathtaking now.
I love everything about her. The pregnancy has given her big tits, more cushion, and a glow I haven’t seen before.
Her smile is brighter. And damn, when she cuddles into me, my hand resting on her belly and the babies move, I’m floored.
This has gradually mended my heart from childhood trauma.
Sometimes, it’s difficult to breathe. But in a good way.
I collect my things and go to the hospital, where I find my girl in the waiting area. When she sees me, she stands, holding her stomach, and waddles over.
Fuck me! I’m the luckiest man.
“Frost, I didn’t want to intrude, so I stayed out here.”
I embrace her, smelling the earthy, sweet tones of my Rebel. “How’s Duchess doing?”
“She’s in a lot of pain.” Rebel’s giggle has me smiling. “She told Skull to go fuck a cactus.”
I bark so loud the rest of the room glares at us. We sit in the far corner while I text Smokey to let him know about Duchess. He’s working at the firehouse today, and leaving tomorrow to fight wildfires in Montana.
Rebel’s reading a pregnancy magazine, so I rest my arm over the back of her chair, and she lays her head on my shoulder, flipping the pages.
I glance at the people in the waiting area, eyeing me from head to toe.
Mohawk. Tattoos. My Cut. Chains wrapped around my biker boots.
Yeah, I’m not what anyone would call normal, but fuck normal.
As Rebel says all the time, I’m not my parents, and she’s proud of me. Damn woman has my heart and soul.
Rebel is sprawled out on top of me in the chair asleep when someone shakes me awake. It’s Skull holding his kid in a blanket. This stirs Rebel awake, and she stands, moving the blanket to see its pink fingers.
With a huge grin, Skull says, “Meet Abigail Preston.”
I’m not surprised Rebel cries. The woman cries at everything nowadays.
Her gaze bounces from the baby to Skull back to the baby. “Oh, Skull. She’s beautiful. How’s Duchess?”
“A fucking trooper. Man, I have a renewed respect for mothers after seeing what Duchess went through.”
She asks to hold her, so Skull places Abigail in her arms. Her body moves like calm lake water early in the morning baby-talking to Abigail. We all walk toward Duchess’s room, who is propped up in bed and doesn’t appear like she pushed a baby out of her crotch.
Rebel hands over the baby. “Here you go, Mama. She’s precious. Duchess, you look radiant. Was it painful?”
Her head falls back onto the pillow. “Yes! The pain is indescribable. I think she shredded my pussy.” Rebel’s face whitens, and I shake my head, running my hand across my throat for her to cut the description, so Duchess hurries on.
“But the pain is worth it, Rebel. Look at this treasure with tiny fingers and toes.”
It takes Rebel a moment to recover, and she’s cooing over the baby.
Skull and I step to the window for a little chat.
“Duchess went into labor before I could text you about the Dirty Cannibals.” He checks to make sure the women aren’t listening. “Snake handed over the Grave Disciples’ clubhouse, and they’re already creeping into the area. I don’t have to tell you what this means.”
I curse, which has Duchess and Rebel glancing over at us.
Turning back to him, I lower my voice and say, “It means if we don’t find our corrupt fucking mole, this shit will turn into a clusterfuck for us. They’ll always be a move ahead.”
Duchess calls out, “Skull. Please! Can we enjoy this beautiful moment without club business?”
He kisses Duchess and his daughter. I stand on the other side next to Rebel, and my imagination runs away from me.
Instead of one baby, we’ll be bringing home two of them.
My gaze slides to Duchess and then down at Rebel.
She’s running her finger over Abigail’s fingers.
Skull’s face softens as Duchess hands him the baby.
He is in his glory, cuddling his daughter, bundled in the blanket.
He talks to Abigail. “Hey, sweetie. I’ll take care of you and your mom. Protect you. And when you’re forty, I might allow you to have a boyfriend.”
We all burst out laughing, but deep down, I understand where my brother is coming from.
The thought of having girls is fucking terrifying.
They won’t be cornered into a relationship with a motherfucking asshole like their mother was that’s for sure.
My daughters will have everything I didn’t and more.
And even though I stalked Rebel and made her mine when she didn’t want to be, I picked well.
Our children already have a great start with Rebel as their mom.