mean?”
“Don't play fucking games with me. What's on your mind?”
She ran her fingers through my hair. “Can't we just enjoy the moment, Rebel?”
My eyes bore holes into her soul, forcing Kayla to give up her secrets.
Kayla sighed. “You always were a mood killer.” She got out of bed and collected her clothes from the ground. Her underwear was destroyed so she went to a drawer and pulled out a fresh pair. Kayla was pissed at me and I didn't know why.
I lay in bed and watched her get dressed. Her body was so fucking fantastic. The curves of her legs and hips. I couldn't help but be mesmerized.
“We were broken up, Rebel,” Kayla stated, biting her lip to hold back tears.
I sat up, my hands clenching into fists. “What the fuck are you talking about, Kayla?”
“That's the reason I never visited you in prison. It's the reason I never went to your trial. Once you were arrested, my father explained that I was never going to see you again. That I needed to move on and forget.”
“It was your fucking father again!” My voice was raised and I couldn't help it.
“No, Rebel. It wasn't his fault. It was yours. You were the one who got arrested and went prison. If it's anyones fault, it's yours.”
Her words dug a knife deep into my back. “You believe I did it. You believe I tried to kill that member of the 809.”
Kayla looked at the floor and didn't say a word. She twisted the knife around causing blinding pain. The only woman I'd ever loved betrayed me.
“What was I supposed to think, Rebel? You were in a motorcycle club. It wasn't a big stretch of the imagination to think that you tried to kill a man.”
“But if you had just come to see me. I could have explained everything.”
“I'm sorry, Rebel. But we can't change the past.”
The sudden realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My blood curdled and nausea set in. “Have you been with another man?” The thought of Kayla being with someone else made me want to vomit. If I ever got my hands on him, I'd wring the life from his body.
She shook her head and a wave of relief washed over me. “I tried to date other guys but it didn't work out.”
“And what about the sex we just had? Did that mean nothing to you?”
Kayla couldn't even face me anymore. “Momentary weakness,” she replied.
“You got to be fucking kidding me! You're telling me what we just had was a lapse of judgment?”
Kayla finally looked up at me with tears rolling down her cheeks. “I never wanted to hurt you Rebel. I never thought I'd see you again. When you showed up at my door, I forgot about everything.”
I got out of bed and walked over to Kayla. “You can't mean this.”
“I was finally getting over you, Rebel. Then you just waltzed right back into my life. I can't deal with all this right now.”
“Not everything is about you, Kayla. I was in fucking prison for four years. For a crime I didn't commit. I thought about you every damn day. I thought you'd be waiting for me when I got out.”
“I'm sorry, Rebel. I really am.”
The door to the bedroom swung open and in came Lily, Kayla's best friend. She got a good look at my naked flesh and turned red instantly. She covered her eyes and turned away. “Holy shit, Kayla. I thought something happened to you. I didn't know you had a guy over.”
“What are you doing here, Lily?”
I threw on my jeans and t-shirt. The conversation between Kayla and I was over.
Lily kept her eyes closed. “I thought something bad happened. You went to answer the door and then the line went dead.” She peeked through her fingers and finally realized. “What the fuck! Rebel! What the fuck are you doing out of jail?” Lily reached for her phone. No doubt to call the police because she assumed I escaped.
“Lily! Hold on,” Kayla yelled. “Rebel was released from jail. You don't need to call
“Don't play fucking games with me. What's on your mind?”
She ran her fingers through my hair. “Can't we just enjoy the moment, Rebel?”
My eyes bore holes into her soul, forcing Kayla to give up her secrets.
Kayla sighed. “You always were a mood killer.” She got out of bed and collected her clothes from the ground. Her underwear was destroyed so she went to a drawer and pulled out a fresh pair. Kayla was pissed at me and I didn't know why.
I lay in bed and watched her get dressed. Her body was so fucking fantastic. The curves of her legs and hips. I couldn't help but be mesmerized.
“We were broken up, Rebel,” Kayla stated, biting her lip to hold back tears.
I sat up, my hands clenching into fists. “What the fuck are you talking about, Kayla?”
“That's the reason I never visited you in prison. It's the reason I never went to your trial. Once you were arrested, my father explained that I was never going to see you again. That I needed to move on and forget.”
“It was your fucking father again!” My voice was raised and I couldn't help it.
“No, Rebel. It wasn't his fault. It was yours. You were the one who got arrested and went prison. If it's anyones fault, it's yours.”
Her words dug a knife deep into my back. “You believe I did it. You believe I tried to kill that member of the 809.”
Kayla looked at the floor and didn't say a word. She twisted the knife around causing blinding pain. The only woman I'd ever loved betrayed me.
“What was I supposed to think, Rebel? You were in a motorcycle club. It wasn't a big stretch of the imagination to think that you tried to kill a man.”
“But if you had just come to see me. I could have explained everything.”
“I'm sorry, Rebel. But we can't change the past.”
The sudden realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My blood curdled and nausea set in. “Have you been with another man?” The thought of Kayla being with someone else made me want to vomit. If I ever got my hands on him, I'd wring the life from his body.
She shook her head and a wave of relief washed over me. “I tried to date other guys but it didn't work out.”
“And what about the sex we just had? Did that mean nothing to you?”
Kayla couldn't even face me anymore. “Momentary weakness,” she replied.
“You got to be fucking kidding me! You're telling me what we just had was a lapse of judgment?”
Kayla finally looked up at me with tears rolling down her cheeks. “I never wanted to hurt you Rebel. I never thought I'd see you again. When you showed up at my door, I forgot about everything.”
I got out of bed and walked over to Kayla. “You can't mean this.”
“I was finally getting over you, Rebel. Then you just waltzed right back into my life. I can't deal with all this right now.”
“Not everything is about you, Kayla. I was in fucking prison for four years. For a crime I didn't commit. I thought about you every damn day. I thought you'd be waiting for me when I got out.”
“I'm sorry, Rebel. I really am.”
The door to the bedroom swung open and in came Lily, Kayla's best friend. She got a good look at my naked flesh and turned red instantly. She covered her eyes and turned away. “Holy shit, Kayla. I thought something happened to you. I didn't know you had a guy over.”
“What are you doing here, Lily?”
I threw on my jeans and t-shirt. The conversation between Kayla and I was over.
Lily kept her eyes closed. “I thought something bad happened. You went to answer the door and then the line went dead.” She peeked through her fingers and finally realized. “What the fuck! Rebel! What the fuck are you doing out of jail?” Lily reached for her phone. No doubt to call the police because she assumed I escaped.
“Lily! Hold on,” Kayla yelled. “Rebel was released from jail. You don't need to call
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