Stone (The Rebel’s MC #1)

Prologue

Stone – Eighteen Years Old

“I swear to fuck, I walked past the science lab and this fucker,” Trigger jabs his thumb my way, “Had Marie, bent over the table, skirt up, ass on show as he fucked her from behind and she was squealing so fucking loud, half the hall paused just to get a look and all he did was grin.”

I grin wide, like a proud peacock, the only guy in this school that has managed to get Marie naked.

The brothers around us laugh their asses off while Ashley, the beauty with blonde hair and bright green eyes and such a pure soul, gags and puts her head in her husband’s shoulder and yes I said husband at fucking eighteen.

Trigger tightens his hold on his wife and looks down at her with adoration as he mumbles, “Sorry, pixie.”

I smile slightly at them as Trigger gently cups her small baby bump, and she grips his cut.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I know he married her out of obligation. But as he stated several times in the past four months, since finding out he got her pregnant, he was going to marry her any way, it’s just sooner than he thought.

Trigger and Ashley met in 5th grade after she moved into town and declared she was his instantly and that he was going to marry her. He latched onto her before anyone else could and ensured he was all she could see, much to her parents' dismay.

They aren’t exactly too fond of the club and when he handed her a ‘property patch’, her parents refused to let her see him, not wanting club life for their daughter, something Ashley didn’t listen to.

He had gotten his brother’s cut at the beginning of the year which pissed them off further and then they had found out she was pregnant.

It doesn’t even matter if they did it legally, a property patch is a leather cut that brothers give women they see as their forever making them their old lady.

Which in the eyes of the club means you’re married.

They kicked her out when she refused to get an abortion. Trigger admitted he wanted her to get one too, believing they were too young to have a child right now. In the end, his parents took her in, and they got married.

He hasn’t said how he really feels to her face, only to us brothers, letting his fears out.

He doesn’t want to upset her further. Her family has abandoned her, she’s pregnant at eighteen and now can’t go college.

Trigger needs to get his business and art degree ready to start up Rebel’s Arts, the tattoo shop the club is gifting him once he graduates high school, so that makes it impossible for her to school as well. At least for a few years.

She got married in jeans and a flannel shirt, no dad walking her down the aisle, and a groom who looked ready to bolt which thankfully she didn’t notice.

He loves her, he does, but he wasn’t ready for her. It’s the whole right girl, wrong time shit.

We’re brothers, not by blood but through the brotherhood, the Rebels MC, and growing up, our fathers have ingrained in us that one day we will find our one and not want to let her go, no matter where we are in our lives.

I don’t believe in that shit, I never have, I mean, my mama cheated on my dad just before my little sister Selena was conceived.

He had to get a DNA test done just to confirm her paternity.

If Mama felt the same way as my dad did, she wouldn’t have strayed just because he was busy with club business.

She felt unnoticed, and even though they are still together, I don’t believe in it.

As for Trigger, who, as you guessed, gets a little heavy-handed with the Trigger on a pistol, hence his road name.

Ashley is his everything. He does have a wandering eye despite looking at his wife like she’s his world, and I don’t know why, but a big part of me believes he’s going to stray. I have told him, but he just denies it, claims he doesn’t need any other pussy, but we’ll see.

Once he gets that officer patch, he may change his mind with the amount of attention he’s going to get, worse than how it is now, since we patched into the club a year ago.

Trigger after college will be taking over from his father, Scar, as the sergeant at arms within the club.

While I’ll be taking over from my father, Butch, and will become my best friend Doc’s vice president when he becomes president.

He is taking over from his dad after he’s halfway through college which he started earlier this year being a year older than us.

Along with Dirty our future treasurer while his blood brother Ace will be our secretary, and Anchor our future road captain who only got his road name last year after he graduated high school.

The brothers were trying to figure out what to give him, nothing really suiting him until the fucking idiot took a summer job on a fishing boat and he accidentally dropped the anchor while the boat was at full speed.

The captain lost control of the vessel, the chain snapped causing them to lose the anchor something that cost thousands to replace and the boat nearly capsized.

Safe to say the idiot didn’t keep his job.

“I take it you got a good eye full, Ash?” Tank, the future enforcer, asks with a sly grin, his dark gray eyes sparkling with silent laughter. Which is a lot more than what we normally get out of him.

For as long as I can remember, he’s more the silent type.

Ashley gives him the middle finger without moving her head, and we all laugh at her antics.

“Did you know you’re the talk of the school, Stone?” Ace says as he saunters over to us, running a hand through his dark black hair, looking stressed, making me frown.

“You’re a little bit late to the conversation,” Trigger chuckles, not removing his hold on Ashley.

Fuck, I really hope he doesn’t hurt her. I mean, I love the man, he’s my brother, my family, but that girl has given up her whole life, her family, for him.

“I don’t mean him banging Marie, the school's virgin, in science lab. I mean fucking Elsie going around telling everyone that he knocked her up,” he says seriously with a tick to his jaw.

I freeze as everyone looks his way, mouths open, and Ashley gasps, turning out of Trigger's hold in shock.

“We gloved up,” I mutter, not believing it, “And I haven’t fucked her in two months.”

Ace winces while Ashley mutters, “I did warn you she may try something like this. She saw how quickly Tyler married me after the stick said positive and tried her hardest to get with at least one of you, even before the others graduated.”

“Yeah, but you and Trigger have been together since you were ten,” Tank says, “He fucked Elsie for four months before she got too clingy.”

Ashley shrugs and reminds us, “She’s a girl, emotions she probably claimed that wouldn’t get involved most likely did, and she’s probably acting desperate seeing Stone sleep with other girls.

That and she has always been very territorial of you boys, eyeing that leather,” she looks behind me then winces and murmurs, “Incoming,” and Trigger curses, “Fucking hell, she has the biggest grin on her face.”

“Yeah, probably because she knows I’ll have to marry her if she can prove she is indeed pregnant,” I snap before I turn around and come face to face with my ex fuck whose big ass grin she had is gone and replaced with unshed tears.

“She should be in drama class,” I hear Ashley whisper, and I try not to smirk as the boys snort.

I tense as Elsie holds up a pregnancy test in front of everyone in the packed corridor trying to get the gossip, to see if it is true and by the plus sign she’s proudly showing off while trying to act scared it’s true.

I know she could well have slept with someone else, that the baby, if there is one, is not mine. The rub is Elsie is part of a wealthy family that’s in the oil business, that the club has been on good terms with for years, and her dad is friends with mine.

My jaw ticks as she chokes, “I’m pregnant, Cage,” and Trigger quickly states, “It’s Stone, Elsie, be respectful, yeah.”

She drops the act for just a second and snaps, “I’m carrying his child! And your wife calls you your legal name,” before looking scared again.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by me or my boys how she said wife.

“I’ve been with my wife for eight years, and he hasn’t given you permission to call him his legal name, so pack that shit in,” he snaps back, and I fist my hands at my side.

I’ve had the name Stone for years, and like fuck is this woman going to call me anything different, even when we are married.

The reality hits me, and I feel my face pale a little.

Fuck me, I’m going to have to marry her for the sake of the club, for the sake of my father.

Fuck, my mama is going to kill me.

Rose – Twelve Years Old

I gently chew my bottom lip as I watch the dark brown door before me and tap my foot with impatience.

I have a math quiz to study for and an English essay about what I want to do when I’m older to write.

And of course the preschool kids out late.

Even though Mama is standing right next to me with my best friend Donna, I promised my little sister Kimberly who is only four that I would be here when she gets out.

In my defense, I hadn’t been given my assignments when I promised her so my frustration is warranted, but still, I won’t leave.

I won’t hurt her or break my promise to her, especially considering she is the reason why I chose what I want to do when I’m older.

Why my English assignment will be easy for me.

My little sister was born with a heart condition that I can’t pronounce, but it’s something to do with a hole in the heart. Mama and Daddy didn’t know, it was never picked up during Mama’s pregnancy or when my sister was born, and for a whole year, we had no idea. She’s lucky to be alive.

I was nine years old when I went to wake her from her nap and found her not breathing in her crib.

I screamed for my mama and watched helplessly as Daddy gave her CPR, and I knew then and there I wanted to help kids just like my little sister, to save them.

“Stop fidgeting,” Donna giggles, “She’ll be out soon, and the homework doesn’t have to be in until next week.”

I raise a brow at her and ask, “And what about the math quiz tomorrow?”

Her blue eyes widen in shock as her mouth hangs open before she gasps, “We do not have a quiz tomorrow!” in instant denial.

“We do,” I reply with a nod and remind her, “Ms. Drake was explaining about the quiz when you were daydreaming about the MC boys in twelfth grade.”

She winces as Mama snorts, “They’re a little old for you, don’t you think, Donna?”

She scrunches her nose up and admits, “Maybe,” before sighing, “but Ace, he is soooo pretty with his black hair and blue eye.”

Mama grins, seeing the dreamy look in my best friend's eyes, while I shake my head.

“Yeah, but Selena in 5th grade has made it perfectly clear he is hers and no one can look at him,” I remind her.

Mama chuckles and asks, “A ten-year-old has staked a claim on someone, a brother at that?”

I bob my head and admit, “Apparently, she’s a brother's sister and latched onto her brother’s girlfriend. She’s been described as a little crazy, I don’t know, I don’t really speak to any of them or look at them.”

“Yeah,” Donna agrees, “Rose thinks boys are gross and smelly.”

“They are!” I protest, “And sticky, don’t forget sticky,” I shiver in disgust, “Chad Carmichael in my art class tried to hold my hand when I told him no to being his girlfriend. It was gross, like he stuck his hand in a honey jar or something.”

Mama laughs with a glint in her dark green eyes that are so much like my own, she says, “They don’t always stay sticky, sweetheart.”

I scrunch my nose up this time before admitting, “I don’t care, I’m never going to have a boyfriend, instead I’m going to become a cardio nurse and focus on that, boys are just messy and too much hard work.”

Mama smiles softly at me and runs her hand through my curly dark red hair, again, like hers before I hear, “Sissy!” squealed.

I turn quickly just in time to catch my little sister, who throws herself at me, making me giggle as I lose my footing.

Mama quickly grabs my waist and I hold Kimmy tightly before I look over her and make sure she’s okay.

While I am a spitting image of our mama, and Kimmy has her dark red hair like me, her eyes are light green and all Daddy.

“Did you have a good day?” I ask as I bounce her on my hip while Mama takes her bag and Donna runs her fingers through my sister's hair.

This little girl is very much loved, especially by me.

She bobs her head and admits, “I did, I have a boyfriend!”

Mama outright laughs as Donna turns away to at least hide hers, while I scrunch my nose up and Kimmy giggles.

It’s like the universe wants to have a joke with me. Why else would she say that?

“I don’t think you’re old enough for a boyfriend,” I say sternly, and Kimmy grins wide, our daddy’s grin and replies, “Yes, I am, and he is all mine.”

Oh dear…

“Okay,” I relent, knowing that come tomorrow or even next week, she’ll forget about him, or I hope at least, and I ask, “You ready to go home?”

I see Mama and Donna look at each other, and I internally sigh, knowing what Kimmy is going to want, and I won’t be able to say no, even if I do have to study.

“Can we get ice cream?” she asks so sweetly, and I nod without hesitation, making Mama snort while Donna wraps her arm around us and guides us over to the car.

Guess I’ll just have to do my homework later because anything my sister wants, she can get, and hopefully I can convince her boyfriends are not okay at four, or any age.