Rebel (Royal Bastards MC: Sacramento Book 4), page 9
I felt guilty because I was still here, and Tank wasn’t.
I held out my hand to him, and he looked at it.
“Then why don’ we figure out where this fucker is and make him pay for everything?” It was time for all of us to move on and get vengeance for Leona and Tank. Menace wasn’t going to take anything more from the Royal Bastards.
Barracuda put his hand in mine. “Let’s get this fucker.”
*
Chapter Nineteen
Prudence
Two ol’ ladies in my living room…
“Did you talk to Paul?”
Rebel shook his head. “Not yet.”
I nodded, turned on the TV, and looked up at Rebel who was standing next to the couch. “Um, are you going to sit down?”
We had just finished dinner, and I was ready to unwind with some mindless TV and some Rebel time.
Rebel shook his head. “Barracuda and Monk are going to be here in a minute.”
Oh. There went my plan of having some Rebel time. I guess since Rebel was back on good terms with the club, I was going to be seeing a lot more of them.
“Jet and Six-Gun are coming, too.”
Hell, it was going to be a party. “We’re gonna need more beer.”
Rebel laughed and shook his head. “Barracuda and Monk aren’t staying.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m not, either.”
I reared back and pursed my lips. “Um, what?” I liked the guys from the club, but I wasn’t quite at the point of being alone with them.
“We’re gonna go have that talk with Paul. We can’t do it during the day since he’s working, so tonight is the night.”
Of course. That made sense, but I was still worried that Rebel and the guys would go too far, and they would be the ones to get into trouble.
“Are you sure you need to go talk to him?” I asked. “We could still call the police and let them handle it.”
Rebel shook his head. “Not happening, babe. The club is going to handle this.” A knock sounded on the front door. “That must be the guys.”
“Well, I guess they’re at least punctual,” I drawled.
Rebel leaned down to pressed a kiss to my lips. “Stop worrying,” he whispered.
I planted a hand on his shoulder and pushed him away. “I will once you’re back home.”
He pressed one more kiss to my lips and stepped back. “Then, I guess we better get going.”
“Hey,” I called. “Why do you have Jet and Six-Gun babysitting me?”
“It’s not babysitting, babe.” He moved to the front door, and I heard him grunt.
I glanced over my shoulder at the front door to see two women standing there.
“What the hell are you two doing here?” Rebel demanded.
The two women cackled and pushed past Rebel. “Are you really surprised that we’re here?” one of them called.
Barracuda, Monk, Jet, and a guy I hadn’t met yet walked in behind the women.
Monk held up his hands. “It was Mitzy’s night off, and she said she wasn’t going to sit at the clubhouse with Mace and Jinx.”
The blonde smiled wide and leaned against the kitchen table. “I’m gonna sit here with Prudence, Jet, and Six-Gun instead.”
“And me,” the other woman chirped.
“You’re only here because your man is here,” Mitzy laughed.
The other woman I didn’t know waved to me. “I’m Memphis,” she called. “And I promise I’m also here because I wanted to meet you.”
“Let’s go,” Barracuda called.
Wait, what? They were leaving that quickly?
Rebel grabbed his cut off the back of the kitchen chair and shrugged it on. I jumped up from the couch and skidded to a stop in front of him. “Wait.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “We gotta go, babe.”
I held up a finger. “Talking only with your mouth, no fists,” I reminded him.
“Babe,” Rebel growled.
“I’m serious, Rebel. I do not want to have to bail you out of jail tonight. We started reading Romeo & Juliet in class today, and the kids bugged me to be able to just watch the movie.”
Damn Leonardo DiCaprio for making that damn movie. Every semester, I had to fight the kids tooth and nail to read the book and not just watch it.
“Did she say no talking with our fists?” Monk laughed.
“I like her,” Mitzy announced. “She seems feisty.”
“No one is going to jail tonight,” Barracuda promised.
I pointed my finger at Barracuda. “Ever, not just tonight.”
Barracuda held up his hands. “Woman, that is a promise I cannot keep. How about no one is going to go to jail for this?”
I propped my hands on my hips and sighed. “I guess that’s better than nothing.”
“Totally like her,” Mitzy whispered to Monk.
Rebel wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. “Kiss me, babe.”
I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “There’s more where that came from once you get home,” I promised.
“Later, babe.”
Mitzy kissed Monk goodbye, and then, the three of them were gone.
“You got any food?” Jet asked. “I was telling Six about that casserole you made last night.”
Jet moved into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
“Would you get out of the woman’s fridge?” Mitzy called. “I swear, you’re like a damn teenager. You’re always hungry.”
Jet shut the fridge and sighed. “And horny.”
“Oh, God,” Memphis moaned. “Can we please not make this night weird?”
I didn’t really have much food in the house, and there weren’t any leftovers from what Rebel and I had for dinner. “I could order pizza,” I offered.
Morgan would be floored to pull up to my house and have these four here.
Jet snapped his fingers. “Now you are talking.”
“I’m buying,” Six-Gun volunteered.
“That’s only because you know Rebel would kick your ass if he found out that Prudence paid.” Mitzy flopped down on the couch and turned the channel. “What do you guys want to watch?”
I pulled my phone from my pocket and pulled up the number for the pizza place.
“I was wondering when I was going to hear from you,” Morgan called into the phone when she picked up.
“You know I can’t go long without pizza.”
“What’s going on with the biker? Things good?” she asked.
I looked around and smiled. “Uh, well, they’re good.”
“How good?” Morgan questioned.
“So good that I need enough pizza for eight.” Six-Gun and Jet were both sitting at the kitchen table while Memphis and Mitzy were flipping through the TV channels.
“Oh, you’re having a party!” Morgan chirped. “I know just what to make for you. It’ll be there in half an hour.”
“You’re the best.”
“You know it. And you also know you’re gonna have to call me when you’re not having a party,” she warned.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I promised. I ended the call and set my phone on the counter.
This was another moment of life changing in an instant.
All I had planned on for the night was watching TV, and now, I had two ol’ ladies and two bikers in my house and a pizza on the way.
Life was crazy, but I was loving it.
*
Chapter Twenty
Rebel
Panty sniffer…
“This is his place?”
I looked up at the large three-story house. “Yup.”
“Fucking hell,” Barracuda whistled. “Gym teachers make bank.”
I shook my head. “Gym teacher’s daddy’s make bank, you mean.” I had to do a little digging on Paul, and I was pretty surprised when I found out his dad own three banks and seven burger restaurants in California. Paul was living off his dad’s money and was a gym teacher for the fun of it.
“You think he knows we’re coming?” Monk nodded to the cameras on each corner of the house.
“More than likely,” I muttered. That wasn’t going to stop me from knocking on his door and telling him to stay the hell away from Pru.
“Who wants to bet this asshole calls his daddy on us?” Monk asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know if he will. I don’t think he wants to piss off his money flow.” I walked up the sidewalk to his front door and rang the doorbell.
“Fuck,” Barracuda laughed. “Even his doorbell is fancy.”
“Are we really not going to talk with out fists?” Monk asked me.
The front door swung open, and Paul stood there. His eyes bugged out when he saw me, and he tried to step back and slam the door shut.
I guess he hadn’t seen us coming.
Barracuda’s foot shot out and blocked the door from shutting. “That’s not the type of greeting I expected,” he drawled. “I figured you rich fucks had enough money to afford manners.”
“I don’t know what you people are doing here. I’m calling the police,” Paul warned.
Barracuda tsked. “Oh, no,” he droned. He stepped forward and shoved the door open. He motioned for Monk and me to go in as he held the door. “Whatever will we do if you call the police?” Barracuda closed the door and turned the lock.
Paul tried to take off, but Monk grabbed him by the arm and pulled him down to the floor.
“What if I talk with my fists, but I don’t leave any evidence that is visible?” he asked.
I chuckled and shrugged. “I mean, I’m good with that.” I looked around the house and whistled. “Damn, Paul. You got some nice digs here. Way above what a normal gym teacher has.”
Paul struggled against the hold Monk had on him, but he didn’t get up. “Let go of me,” he insisted.
“Look at this,” Barracuda called. He moved into the house and pointed at a huge TV. “This is what we need in the clubhouse.”
“So you can watch TV from the kitchen?” Monk laughed.
Barracuda nodded. “Yes.”
“You’re here to rob me?” Paul sputtered. “Take whatever you want and just leave.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “You really think we’re here to rob you?”
Paul looked around frantically. “I…I don’t know.”
Yeah, he knew why we were here. He was just hoping we would be distracted by all the shit he owned and not beat the shit out of him for breaking into Pru’s house.
“Put him on the sofa,” Barracuda told Monk.
Monk hauled Paul off the floor and flung him toward the couch. “Stay there, asshole.”
Paul landed on the couch and scuttled to sit.
“I bet he thinks because he has money that he can do whatever he wants,” Barracuda drawled. “All you rich assholes are the same.”
“What is going on?” Paul demanded. He sat on the edge of the couch and looked around frantically.
“When was the last time you were at Pru’s house?” I demanded.
Paul’s eyes dart to me. “Uh, when you were there?”
“What that a question?” Monk asked. “It’s like he’s asking you if that was the last time he was there.” Monk shook his head and put his boot on the couch next to Paul. “Is that your final answer?”
“Yes, yes,” Paul shouted.
I shook my head. “You see, Paul, I don’t really believe you. Something tells me you were at Pru’s yesterday, except you didn’t want her to know.” I tipped my head to the side. “Or me.”
His eyes darted from me to the front door.
“If he runs, can I use my fists?” Monk asked. He cracked his knuckles. “Pru said you couldn’t use your fists. She didn’t tell me that.”
I shrugged. “Fine by me.” I know that Pru was worried about the aftermath of all of this, but I wasn’t going to let Paul get away with what he did.
“When was the last time you were at Pru’s stealing her underwear?” Barracuda thundered. He snapped his fingers. “Shit, I gave it away, didn’t I?”
Paul jumped up from the couch and only made it a step before Monk caught him again and slammed him on the floor.
“Damn, fucker,” Monk laughed. “You got springs in your feet?”
Barracuda chuckled.
I crouched down in front of Paul and grabbed a fistful of his hair. I snapped his head back and twisted my hand in the strands. “You were at her house last night, weren’t you?”
Paul moaned and shook his head.
“Yeah, you fucking were,” I growled. “You’re the only sick fuck who is obsessed with her. You were stealing her dirty fucking laundry when you heard us come back. You bolted and left her dirty laundry on the floor of the garage.”
Paul grunted and tried to get out of my hold. I yanked his head back even further. “Fucking admit it. You were there.”
“Fine!” Paul shouted. “I wasn’t hurting anything, though. I was waiting for her to leave.”
I looked up at Barracuda. “Does he think that makes this better for him?”
Barracuda shrugged and folded his arms over his chest. “I think it makes him a sick fuck who likes to sniff dirty panties.”
“Not cool in my book,” Monk drawled. “I mean, who does that?”
“Stand him up,” I told Monk. I dropped his head, and his nose smashed into the floor.
Monk hauled him off the floor and twisted his arm behind his back. I got in his face and grabbed his chin. “Do you think just because your daddy has money that you can do whatever you want? That Pru should be falling over herself to be with you?” I demanded.
Paul shook his head. “N..n…no,” he stammered.
“Then why did you think you could go into her house when she wasn’t there and steal from her?”
“I didn’t steal anything yesterday,” he reasoned.
“Only because we came back to the house sooner than you thought we would.”
“It’s just underwear. She wouldn’t have even known I was there and took it.” Paul looked at Barracuda. “I waited for her to leave. I don’t want to hurt her or anything.”
“You just want to sniff her panties.” Barracuda shrugged. “Totally normal.”
“You know there are people on the internet that will send you their dirty panties?” Monk asked Paul. “Like, legit, will wear the underwear, toss it in a baggie, and send it to me? Way more legal than being a fucking panty thief.”
I glanced at Monk. “Do I want to know how you know that?”
“Mitzy told me. She knows some weird kinky shit.” Monk shrugged. “I guess for once I listened.”
I focused on Paul. “Pru does not like you. Do you understand that?”
Paul nodded quickly. “Yes, yes. I understand.”
“So that means she does not want you breaking into her house and stealing her underwear.” I looked at Barracuda. “I kind of thought that was common sense, but again, the same with manners, money can’t buy you common sense.”
Barracuda clicked his tongue. “Facts.”
I snapped back to Paul, grabbed him by the throat and pushed him until his back slammed into the wall and his head hit with a thud. “You are getting one chance, Paul. One chance to stop being a fucking pervert and to never ever come close to Pru or her house ever again.”
“We work together,” he gasped.
I shook my head. “You know what, before I found out you lived off daddy’s money, I wasn’t going to push the fact that you needed to quit, but honestly, you don’t need that fucking job. You’re gonna quit, Paul, and you never think about Pru.” I squeezed his throat. “Ever.”
“That seems pretty reasonable to me,” Monk agreed. “Stop being a creepy asshole, and you get to live.”
“Sounds fucking fair to me, too,” Barracuda agreed.
“Fine, fine,” Paul agreed. “I’ll resign tomorrow.”
A smile spread across my lips. “I knew you would see things my way. Why take a job you don’t need when there are more qualified people out there?” I let go of his throat and patted him on the chest. “One more thing.”
Monk chuckled.
“If I hear one whisper about our agreement, your panty sniffing days are over. No one will ever be able to find you.” My eyes bored into Paul’s. “You will die,” I clarified.
Paul nodded. “I get you. I’m not going to tell anyone.”
“I love when we can all come to an agreement,” Monk called. “I mean, honestly, we’re all wining right now. Paul gets to live, and Pru doesn’t have to worry about his creepy ass sniffing her underwear.”
“I’m glad we could have this nice chat, Paul.” I patted him on the shoulder. “I knew you would see things my way.”
I moved to the front door and glanced back at Barracuda and Monk.
“You go ahead,” Monk called. “I have to use the bathroom.”
“Yeah, me, too,” Barracuda called.
Paul paled and looked around frantically.
I chuckled and opened the front door. “I’ll see you guys outside.”
Before I closed the door behind me, I heard Monk’s fist connect with what I assumed was Paul’s stomach.
I waltzed over to my bike and waited for Barracuda and Monk to finish using the bathroom.
Once I got home, I was going to be able to tell Pru that Paul wouldn’t ever bother her again and that I didn’t have to do any talking with my fists.
The same couldn’t be said for Monk and Barracuda, but we would just keep that between the four of us.
*
Chapter Twenty-One
Prudence
Here…
“I really like Mitzy and Memphis.”
Rebel sighed and pressed a kiss to the side of my head. “Not what I thought you would say after sex, but I’ll take it.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled the comforter over us. “I told you that was amazing.” And it was. Each and every time Rebel and I had sex, it was better than the last time. I rolled into him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “A-plus.”
Once Rebel got back to the house, I was surprised he looked exactly the same as he had when he left. While I had told him he couldn’t use his fists, I didn’t think that he would actually listen.
I held out my hand to him, and he looked at it.
“Then why don’ we figure out where this fucker is and make him pay for everything?” It was time for all of us to move on and get vengeance for Leona and Tank. Menace wasn’t going to take anything more from the Royal Bastards.
Barracuda put his hand in mine. “Let’s get this fucker.”
*
Chapter Nineteen
Prudence
Two ol’ ladies in my living room…
“Did you talk to Paul?”
Rebel shook his head. “Not yet.”
I nodded, turned on the TV, and looked up at Rebel who was standing next to the couch. “Um, are you going to sit down?”
We had just finished dinner, and I was ready to unwind with some mindless TV and some Rebel time.
Rebel shook his head. “Barracuda and Monk are going to be here in a minute.”
Oh. There went my plan of having some Rebel time. I guess since Rebel was back on good terms with the club, I was going to be seeing a lot more of them.
“Jet and Six-Gun are coming, too.”
Hell, it was going to be a party. “We’re gonna need more beer.”
Rebel laughed and shook his head. “Barracuda and Monk aren’t staying.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m not, either.”
I reared back and pursed my lips. “Um, what?” I liked the guys from the club, but I wasn’t quite at the point of being alone with them.
“We’re gonna go have that talk with Paul. We can’t do it during the day since he’s working, so tonight is the night.”
Of course. That made sense, but I was still worried that Rebel and the guys would go too far, and they would be the ones to get into trouble.
“Are you sure you need to go talk to him?” I asked. “We could still call the police and let them handle it.”
Rebel shook his head. “Not happening, babe. The club is going to handle this.” A knock sounded on the front door. “That must be the guys.”
“Well, I guess they’re at least punctual,” I drawled.
Rebel leaned down to pressed a kiss to my lips. “Stop worrying,” he whispered.
I planted a hand on his shoulder and pushed him away. “I will once you’re back home.”
He pressed one more kiss to my lips and stepped back. “Then, I guess we better get going.”
“Hey,” I called. “Why do you have Jet and Six-Gun babysitting me?”
“It’s not babysitting, babe.” He moved to the front door, and I heard him grunt.
I glanced over my shoulder at the front door to see two women standing there.
“What the hell are you two doing here?” Rebel demanded.
The two women cackled and pushed past Rebel. “Are you really surprised that we’re here?” one of them called.
Barracuda, Monk, Jet, and a guy I hadn’t met yet walked in behind the women.
Monk held up his hands. “It was Mitzy’s night off, and she said she wasn’t going to sit at the clubhouse with Mace and Jinx.”
The blonde smiled wide and leaned against the kitchen table. “I’m gonna sit here with Prudence, Jet, and Six-Gun instead.”
“And me,” the other woman chirped.
“You’re only here because your man is here,” Mitzy laughed.
The other woman I didn’t know waved to me. “I’m Memphis,” she called. “And I promise I’m also here because I wanted to meet you.”
“Let’s go,” Barracuda called.
Wait, what? They were leaving that quickly?
Rebel grabbed his cut off the back of the kitchen chair and shrugged it on. I jumped up from the couch and skidded to a stop in front of him. “Wait.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “We gotta go, babe.”
I held up a finger. “Talking only with your mouth, no fists,” I reminded him.
“Babe,” Rebel growled.
“I’m serious, Rebel. I do not want to have to bail you out of jail tonight. We started reading Romeo & Juliet in class today, and the kids bugged me to be able to just watch the movie.”
Damn Leonardo DiCaprio for making that damn movie. Every semester, I had to fight the kids tooth and nail to read the book and not just watch it.
“Did she say no talking with our fists?” Monk laughed.
“I like her,” Mitzy announced. “She seems feisty.”
“No one is going to jail tonight,” Barracuda promised.
I pointed my finger at Barracuda. “Ever, not just tonight.”
Barracuda held up his hands. “Woman, that is a promise I cannot keep. How about no one is going to go to jail for this?”
I propped my hands on my hips and sighed. “I guess that’s better than nothing.”
“Totally like her,” Mitzy whispered to Monk.
Rebel wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. “Kiss me, babe.”
I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “There’s more where that came from once you get home,” I promised.
“Later, babe.”
Mitzy kissed Monk goodbye, and then, the three of them were gone.
“You got any food?” Jet asked. “I was telling Six about that casserole you made last night.”
Jet moved into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
“Would you get out of the woman’s fridge?” Mitzy called. “I swear, you’re like a damn teenager. You’re always hungry.”
Jet shut the fridge and sighed. “And horny.”
“Oh, God,” Memphis moaned. “Can we please not make this night weird?”
I didn’t really have much food in the house, and there weren’t any leftovers from what Rebel and I had for dinner. “I could order pizza,” I offered.
Morgan would be floored to pull up to my house and have these four here.
Jet snapped his fingers. “Now you are talking.”
“I’m buying,” Six-Gun volunteered.
“That’s only because you know Rebel would kick your ass if he found out that Prudence paid.” Mitzy flopped down on the couch and turned the channel. “What do you guys want to watch?”
I pulled my phone from my pocket and pulled up the number for the pizza place.
“I was wondering when I was going to hear from you,” Morgan called into the phone when she picked up.
“You know I can’t go long without pizza.”
“What’s going on with the biker? Things good?” she asked.
I looked around and smiled. “Uh, well, they’re good.”
“How good?” Morgan questioned.
“So good that I need enough pizza for eight.” Six-Gun and Jet were both sitting at the kitchen table while Memphis and Mitzy were flipping through the TV channels.
“Oh, you’re having a party!” Morgan chirped. “I know just what to make for you. It’ll be there in half an hour.”
“You’re the best.”
“You know it. And you also know you’re gonna have to call me when you’re not having a party,” she warned.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I promised. I ended the call and set my phone on the counter.
This was another moment of life changing in an instant.
All I had planned on for the night was watching TV, and now, I had two ol’ ladies and two bikers in my house and a pizza on the way.
Life was crazy, but I was loving it.
*
Chapter Twenty
Rebel
Panty sniffer…
“This is his place?”
I looked up at the large three-story house. “Yup.”
“Fucking hell,” Barracuda whistled. “Gym teachers make bank.”
I shook my head. “Gym teacher’s daddy’s make bank, you mean.” I had to do a little digging on Paul, and I was pretty surprised when I found out his dad own three banks and seven burger restaurants in California. Paul was living off his dad’s money and was a gym teacher for the fun of it.
“You think he knows we’re coming?” Monk nodded to the cameras on each corner of the house.
“More than likely,” I muttered. That wasn’t going to stop me from knocking on his door and telling him to stay the hell away from Pru.
“Who wants to bet this asshole calls his daddy on us?” Monk asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know if he will. I don’t think he wants to piss off his money flow.” I walked up the sidewalk to his front door and rang the doorbell.
“Fuck,” Barracuda laughed. “Even his doorbell is fancy.”
“Are we really not going to talk with out fists?” Monk asked me.
The front door swung open, and Paul stood there. His eyes bugged out when he saw me, and he tried to step back and slam the door shut.
I guess he hadn’t seen us coming.
Barracuda’s foot shot out and blocked the door from shutting. “That’s not the type of greeting I expected,” he drawled. “I figured you rich fucks had enough money to afford manners.”
“I don’t know what you people are doing here. I’m calling the police,” Paul warned.
Barracuda tsked. “Oh, no,” he droned. He stepped forward and shoved the door open. He motioned for Monk and me to go in as he held the door. “Whatever will we do if you call the police?” Barracuda closed the door and turned the lock.
Paul tried to take off, but Monk grabbed him by the arm and pulled him down to the floor.
“What if I talk with my fists, but I don’t leave any evidence that is visible?” he asked.
I chuckled and shrugged. “I mean, I’m good with that.” I looked around the house and whistled. “Damn, Paul. You got some nice digs here. Way above what a normal gym teacher has.”
Paul struggled against the hold Monk had on him, but he didn’t get up. “Let go of me,” he insisted.
“Look at this,” Barracuda called. He moved into the house and pointed at a huge TV. “This is what we need in the clubhouse.”
“So you can watch TV from the kitchen?” Monk laughed.
Barracuda nodded. “Yes.”
“You’re here to rob me?” Paul sputtered. “Take whatever you want and just leave.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “You really think we’re here to rob you?”
Paul looked around frantically. “I…I don’t know.”
Yeah, he knew why we were here. He was just hoping we would be distracted by all the shit he owned and not beat the shit out of him for breaking into Pru’s house.
“Put him on the sofa,” Barracuda told Monk.
Monk hauled Paul off the floor and flung him toward the couch. “Stay there, asshole.”
Paul landed on the couch and scuttled to sit.
“I bet he thinks because he has money that he can do whatever he wants,” Barracuda drawled. “All you rich assholes are the same.”
“What is going on?” Paul demanded. He sat on the edge of the couch and looked around frantically.
“When was the last time you were at Pru’s house?” I demanded.
Paul’s eyes dart to me. “Uh, when you were there?”
“What that a question?” Monk asked. “It’s like he’s asking you if that was the last time he was there.” Monk shook his head and put his boot on the couch next to Paul. “Is that your final answer?”
“Yes, yes,” Paul shouted.
I shook my head. “You see, Paul, I don’t really believe you. Something tells me you were at Pru’s yesterday, except you didn’t want her to know.” I tipped my head to the side. “Or me.”
His eyes darted from me to the front door.
“If he runs, can I use my fists?” Monk asked. He cracked his knuckles. “Pru said you couldn’t use your fists. She didn’t tell me that.”
I shrugged. “Fine by me.” I know that Pru was worried about the aftermath of all of this, but I wasn’t going to let Paul get away with what he did.
“When was the last time you were at Pru’s stealing her underwear?” Barracuda thundered. He snapped his fingers. “Shit, I gave it away, didn’t I?”
Paul jumped up from the couch and only made it a step before Monk caught him again and slammed him on the floor.
“Damn, fucker,” Monk laughed. “You got springs in your feet?”
Barracuda chuckled.
I crouched down in front of Paul and grabbed a fistful of his hair. I snapped his head back and twisted my hand in the strands. “You were at her house last night, weren’t you?”
Paul moaned and shook his head.
“Yeah, you fucking were,” I growled. “You’re the only sick fuck who is obsessed with her. You were stealing her dirty fucking laundry when you heard us come back. You bolted and left her dirty laundry on the floor of the garage.”
Paul grunted and tried to get out of my hold. I yanked his head back even further. “Fucking admit it. You were there.”
“Fine!” Paul shouted. “I wasn’t hurting anything, though. I was waiting for her to leave.”
I looked up at Barracuda. “Does he think that makes this better for him?”
Barracuda shrugged and folded his arms over his chest. “I think it makes him a sick fuck who likes to sniff dirty panties.”
“Not cool in my book,” Monk drawled. “I mean, who does that?”
“Stand him up,” I told Monk. I dropped his head, and his nose smashed into the floor.
Monk hauled him off the floor and twisted his arm behind his back. I got in his face and grabbed his chin. “Do you think just because your daddy has money that you can do whatever you want? That Pru should be falling over herself to be with you?” I demanded.
Paul shook his head. “N..n…no,” he stammered.
“Then why did you think you could go into her house when she wasn’t there and steal from her?”
“I didn’t steal anything yesterday,” he reasoned.
“Only because we came back to the house sooner than you thought we would.”
“It’s just underwear. She wouldn’t have even known I was there and took it.” Paul looked at Barracuda. “I waited for her to leave. I don’t want to hurt her or anything.”
“You just want to sniff her panties.” Barracuda shrugged. “Totally normal.”
“You know there are people on the internet that will send you their dirty panties?” Monk asked Paul. “Like, legit, will wear the underwear, toss it in a baggie, and send it to me? Way more legal than being a fucking panty thief.”
I glanced at Monk. “Do I want to know how you know that?”
“Mitzy told me. She knows some weird kinky shit.” Monk shrugged. “I guess for once I listened.”
I focused on Paul. “Pru does not like you. Do you understand that?”
Paul nodded quickly. “Yes, yes. I understand.”
“So that means she does not want you breaking into her house and stealing her underwear.” I looked at Barracuda. “I kind of thought that was common sense, but again, the same with manners, money can’t buy you common sense.”
Barracuda clicked his tongue. “Facts.”
I snapped back to Paul, grabbed him by the throat and pushed him until his back slammed into the wall and his head hit with a thud. “You are getting one chance, Paul. One chance to stop being a fucking pervert and to never ever come close to Pru or her house ever again.”
“We work together,” he gasped.
I shook my head. “You know what, before I found out you lived off daddy’s money, I wasn’t going to push the fact that you needed to quit, but honestly, you don’t need that fucking job. You’re gonna quit, Paul, and you never think about Pru.” I squeezed his throat. “Ever.”
“That seems pretty reasonable to me,” Monk agreed. “Stop being a creepy asshole, and you get to live.”
“Sounds fucking fair to me, too,” Barracuda agreed.
“Fine, fine,” Paul agreed. “I’ll resign tomorrow.”
A smile spread across my lips. “I knew you would see things my way. Why take a job you don’t need when there are more qualified people out there?” I let go of his throat and patted him on the chest. “One more thing.”
Monk chuckled.
“If I hear one whisper about our agreement, your panty sniffing days are over. No one will ever be able to find you.” My eyes bored into Paul’s. “You will die,” I clarified.
Paul nodded. “I get you. I’m not going to tell anyone.”
“I love when we can all come to an agreement,” Monk called. “I mean, honestly, we’re all wining right now. Paul gets to live, and Pru doesn’t have to worry about his creepy ass sniffing her underwear.”
“I’m glad we could have this nice chat, Paul.” I patted him on the shoulder. “I knew you would see things my way.”
I moved to the front door and glanced back at Barracuda and Monk.
“You go ahead,” Monk called. “I have to use the bathroom.”
“Yeah, me, too,” Barracuda called.
Paul paled and looked around frantically.
I chuckled and opened the front door. “I’ll see you guys outside.”
Before I closed the door behind me, I heard Monk’s fist connect with what I assumed was Paul’s stomach.
I waltzed over to my bike and waited for Barracuda and Monk to finish using the bathroom.
Once I got home, I was going to be able to tell Pru that Paul wouldn’t ever bother her again and that I didn’t have to do any talking with my fists.
The same couldn’t be said for Monk and Barracuda, but we would just keep that between the four of us.
*
Chapter Twenty-One
Prudence
Here…
“I really like Mitzy and Memphis.”
Rebel sighed and pressed a kiss to the side of my head. “Not what I thought you would say after sex, but I’ll take it.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled the comforter over us. “I told you that was amazing.” And it was. Each and every time Rebel and I had sex, it was better than the last time. I rolled into him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “A-plus.”
Once Rebel got back to the house, I was surprised he looked exactly the same as he had when he left. While I had told him he couldn’t use his fists, I didn’t think that he would actually listen.
