Rebel. I told Penny to go up to New Jersey. Don’t be mad at me, but I know everyone is so mad at her and I can’t let Penny get hurt.”
Rebel laughed. “You actually sent Penny up there? Maybe that is a good thing. If you don’t behave though, I’ll tell Zero where she is. He and a few other guys are still mighty pissed off at her. Maybe she ought to stay up there; she could dance or do her tattoos.”
“I was thinking that too, so I told her to leave last night and gave her my stash money. I knew you’d understand. Thank you, Rebel.” Violet tucked her hand into his as they entered the bar together.
Rebel headed over to Goose, who was Cathy’s ol’ man, and took him into his office as Violet took off her coat and got ready to dance.
Goose grabbed up an Easy Riders magazine and sat down. “I thought ya were spending the evening with Monica, boss.”
Rebel looked away and answered slowly. “There was no escaping Violet tonight. I couldn’t even call Monica and tell her to go get Brandon from Cat.”
“Bro, we’ve got that baby more than Monica has him. Not that we mind, but I think Cathy’s getting too attached to him. Monica ain’t exactly mommy material.” He looked hard at Rebel. “You’re playing a dangerous game here; Violet is gonna find out about him.”
Rebel sighed and poured himself a shot of JD. “No shit. That’s why I brought her out to dance tonight. If Monica comes bitching to you tomorrow, tell her I couldn’t get away.” He downed the shot and headed out to the bar where Violet danced, leaving Goose to his magazine.
He watched Violet’s body move to the music, her blonde hair flying wildly about her. His ol’ lady was certainly a beautiful, dangerous sort of woman. He sat down at the bar and got another shot of JD as he continued to enjoy the sight of her. Violet had her faults, but they fit together well. They always had and always would.
Violet came up to him and smiled as she pulled his head down for a kiss. She whispered in his ear, “Am I forgiven yet? Can I have just one drink, Reb?”
Rebel laughed at her. “One. After that, we go home. I’ve got to run out early, so we won’t be leaving until about eleven. Can’t be helped.”
“I don’t mind. I’ll just sleep later. You can grab breakfast out.” She ordered her drink and paid little attention to him.
They left after her drink. Violet headed straight to bed as Rebel sat down to think. It was common for him to wait until she was asleep before heading to bed, and he liked to unwind and think about things alone in the quiet of his house.
Finally, after doing his best to figure out a solution to this problem Violet had caused, he joined her in bed, falling asleep easily.
Early in the morning he dressed quietly and was careful to let Violet sleep in. He left the house just as the neighborhood was coming alive and headed to his favorite diner. He had some time before his lawyer would be in his office. While he was eating his omelet, a few firemen came in and sat down near him. He overheard them talking about the fire last night at the trailer and he listened carefully. They were saying how unsafe the old trailer had been, how it was an accident waiting to happen. He continued to sip his coffee until they left.
Rebel drove over to his lawyer’s office and breezed right past the receptionist. She was used to Rebel and paid him no attention.
Morris Greene was smoking a cigar and looking at some papers on his desk as Rebel came in. A smile lit up his face. Rebel coming in always meant money in his pockets. He stood up and offered Rebel his hand. After shaking hands, he motioned Rebel to sit.
“What can I do for you today, Brandon?”
He was one of the few men Rebel allowed to use his given name.
“The trailer that Monica owned blew up last night. I heard about it this morning when I was eating breakfast. I don’t know if she was hurt, but she wasn’t around last night. I was supposed to see her, but
Rebel laughed. “You actually sent Penny up there? Maybe that is a good thing. If you don’t behave though, I’ll tell Zero where she is. He and a few other guys are still mighty pissed off at her. Maybe she ought to stay up there; she could dance or do her tattoos.”
“I was thinking that too, so I told her to leave last night and gave her my stash money. I knew you’d understand. Thank you, Rebel.” Violet tucked her hand into his as they entered the bar together.
Rebel headed over to Goose, who was Cathy’s ol’ man, and took him into his office as Violet took off her coat and got ready to dance.
Goose grabbed up an Easy Riders magazine and sat down. “I thought ya were spending the evening with Monica, boss.”
Rebel looked away and answered slowly. “There was no escaping Violet tonight. I couldn’t even call Monica and tell her to go get Brandon from Cat.”
“Bro, we’ve got that baby more than Monica has him. Not that we mind, but I think Cathy’s getting too attached to him. Monica ain’t exactly mommy material.” He looked hard at Rebel. “You’re playing a dangerous game here; Violet is gonna find out about him.”
Rebel sighed and poured himself a shot of JD. “No shit. That’s why I brought her out to dance tonight. If Monica comes bitching to you tomorrow, tell her I couldn’t get away.” He downed the shot and headed out to the bar where Violet danced, leaving Goose to his magazine.
He watched Violet’s body move to the music, her blonde hair flying wildly about her. His ol’ lady was certainly a beautiful, dangerous sort of woman. He sat down at the bar and got another shot of JD as he continued to enjoy the sight of her. Violet had her faults, but they fit together well. They always had and always would.
Violet came up to him and smiled as she pulled his head down for a kiss. She whispered in his ear, “Am I forgiven yet? Can I have just one drink, Reb?”
Rebel laughed at her. “One. After that, we go home. I’ve got to run out early, so we won’t be leaving until about eleven. Can’t be helped.”
“I don’t mind. I’ll just sleep later. You can grab breakfast out.” She ordered her drink and paid little attention to him.
They left after her drink. Violet headed straight to bed as Rebel sat down to think. It was common for him to wait until she was asleep before heading to bed, and he liked to unwind and think about things alone in the quiet of his house.
Finally, after doing his best to figure out a solution to this problem Violet had caused, he joined her in bed, falling asleep easily.
Early in the morning he dressed quietly and was careful to let Violet sleep in. He left the house just as the neighborhood was coming alive and headed to his favorite diner. He had some time before his lawyer would be in his office. While he was eating his omelet, a few firemen came in and sat down near him. He overheard them talking about the fire last night at the trailer and he listened carefully. They were saying how unsafe the old trailer had been, how it was an accident waiting to happen. He continued to sip his coffee until they left.
Rebel drove over to his lawyer’s office and breezed right past the receptionist. She was used to Rebel and paid him no attention.
Morris Greene was smoking a cigar and looking at some papers on his desk as Rebel came in. A smile lit up his face. Rebel coming in always meant money in his pockets. He stood up and offered Rebel his hand. After shaking hands, he motioned Rebel to sit.
“What can I do for you today, Brandon?”
He was one of the few men Rebel allowed to use his given name.
“The trailer that Monica owned blew up last night. I heard about it this morning when I was eating breakfast. I don’t know if she was hurt, but she wasn’t around last night. I was supposed to see her, but
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