Rebellion MC 3: Anton & Piper’s story Page 2

  I haul her to her feet and turn her away from me. I bend her over my desk and lift her skirt. She’s not wearing any panties, just how I like her. I run my fingers over her opening, and she cries out. She’s always so ready for me.

  The office door opens, and Tag stalks in. I groan. “Can’t you knock?” I snap.

  Tag sits himself down in the chair across from my desk. “Nope,” he mutters. He’s holding a half-empty glass of amber liquid, and I sense he’s moody. Paris tries to stand, but I push her back down.

  “What’s wrong with your face anyway?” I ask. I push a finger into Paris, and she wriggles against me.

  “What do you think is wrong? My wife won’t talk to me. I haven’t seen my kid in days, and we’re still missing the President to the Rebellions.”

  “You know what you need?” I smirk and thrust my fingers into Paris’ wet pussy again. She groans and grips onto the edge on the desk. “Remember the days when we would do this shit together?” I add.

  Tag leans forward and strokes Paris’ face. “Um, those days were fun,” he sighs. He pops his thumb into her mouth, and I move my fingers in and out of her, using my other hand to rub circles on her clit. “But I’m happily married these days.” Tag flops back in the chair and rubs his forehead.

  “What’s Lucy’s problem anyway?” I ask, keeping the steady pace of fucking Paris with my fingers.

  “It’s my fault that her dad and her friend are missing. I mean, we don’t even know who’s behind it, and she’s blaming me,” he sighs. “How can two people just disappear off the face of the earth?” I feel Paris tighten around my fingers and she cries out as her orgasm ripples through her. She convulses against me and I pray for Tag to fuck off so I can finish what I started. “She keeps canceling my time with Abel,” he continues miserably.

  “Just fuck her. It usually works for me,” I suggest. I pull Paris’ skirt back into place. It’s clear I’m not gonna be able to follow the foreplay with a fuck. “I’ll call you later, baby,” I smile, placing a kiss on her lips. She leaves and I turn to Tag.

  “Talk about cock blocked.”

  “Firstly, fucking isn’t the answer to all the world’s problems. Secondly, me being in the room doesn’t usually stop you from fucking?”

  I grin. “True words. You know that I can just take Abel from Lucy. One phone call and full custody will be yours.”

  “I don’t want to upset her any more than she already is. I’m hoping she’ll calm down once we get Ace back. But if she doesn’t and this split is permanent, then I might just take you up on that offer.”

  “The sooner we find Ace and Mae, the better. The longer they are gone, the stranger the behavior of the club members. Do you know who I had in here tonight? Piper.”

  Tag raises an eyebrow. “Interesting. Alone?”

  I nod. “Yep. Dancing on stage.”

  Tag sits forward. “No fucking way. Did she strip?”

  “Top half,” I say with a smile. “How’d ya think Bear would react to that?”

  “I think she’d be the first twenty-five-year-old to get grounded by her parents,” Tag laughs.

  “Anyway, don’t tell anyone. Not even Lucy. I’m using the information to my full advantage.”

  “How?” Tag asks suspiciously.

  “You said the families wanted to see me more settled. Tomorrow night I’m going to introduce her as my date to the capo’s at dinner.”

  Tag throws his head back and laughs. “That’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard. You’re going to take yet another woman to them. It’ll just be another face. It doesn’t mean you’re settling down and they won’t fall for it.”

  “I have her dancing on tape. It’ll get me a few dates until I can find something else to use against her.”

  “Fuck, Anton. You can’t use Piper like that. It’ll cause an outright war with the Rebellion’s if they find out. What the hell are you thinking?”

  “It’s called living on the edge, man. You know I like a bit of danger.” I grin wide and Tag groans. “Look, when an opportunity falls in your lap, you just have to take it.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Piper

  “Where the fuck did you go last night, Piper?” Hulk is pacing the room. My mom glares at me, urging me to answer. “You’re a fucking selfish bitch!” he adds, his voice getting louder.

  “I needed to get out of here,” I sigh. “It’s intense right now, in case you haven’t noticed.”

  “Oh, I fucking noticed, Piper. We all have. Do you think you’re the only one feeling it? My dad is missing—the president of this club. You don’t think I want to slip out of here and get wasted? You think Bernie isn’t missing, Mae?” He’s outright yelling now, and I shrink back into the couch.

  “You have one job, Piper. Stay inside. If you want to take over from me, feel free. I have the weight of this club on my shoulders right now, and I don’t need your bullshit. You stay in this club until I tell you otherwise. Is that clear?” I nod my head, and he pushes his face into mine. “I said, is that clear?”

  “Yes,” I say briskly. “It’s loud and clear.”

  Hulk storms from the room and my mom lets out a breath. “What the hell were you thinking, Pip?” she sighs.

  “Clearly, I wasn’t,” I snap. “Stupid Piper always running off and getting herself into trouble.” Mom reaches for my hand, but I pull it away. “I’m so tired of all this.”

  “He’s trying to protect us,” she says carefully. “If anything were to happen to you, then Hulk would never forgive himself.”

  “You’re kidding yourself if you think he’s doing this for me. Hulk hates me and we all know it, so stop pretending that he’s suddenly my knight in shining armor.”

  “That’s enough!” My dad rises from the corner of the room. He reminds me of a Viking with his bushy ginger beard and his fiery hair.

  “Bear, leave it. She’s just upset,” mom mutters.

  “No, Queenie. Piper, you’re behaving like a spoilt brat. Sort your shit out or I’m sending you away to Aunt Callie in Scotland.”

  My eyes go wide at his threat. It’s been a good few years since he last said those words to me. Let’s just say I was an unruly teenager that tested the boundaries. “Pop’s, I’m twenty-five. You can’t send me away.”

  “I’ll send you where the fuck I like if it keeps you safe. I can’t have you upsetting the VP like that.”

  “Christ. What is this? Saint fucking Hulk day? Did I miss the memo?”

  “Hulk’s doing a damn good job of keeping this club going while his dad, our president, is fuck knows where. The least you owe him is some damn respect!” I watch as my dad also storms out of the room.

  Mom purses her lips. “Two men in less than five minutes. You’ll be nicknamed Medusa if you continue slaying the guys like that.” She smirks, and I roll my eyes.

  “I just needed a break from it all, ya know?” A tear rolls down my cheek. “I’m so worried about Mae. What if they’ve killed her?” A sob escapes me, and my mom wraps me in her arms. “And I’ve got to go out tonight, which is gonna piss Hulk off more,” I sob.

  “Where have you got to go?”

  “I owe Anton a favor. He’s calling it in.”

  Mom holds me at arm’s length and frowns. “I thought there was nothing between you guys?” She’s referring to a time when Anton turned up at the club, and we let the guys assume that I was dating him. I wasn’t. I just needed his help, but only my mom knows the real truth about that.

  “I haven’t seen him since the time he came here with that stuff. But I ran into him last night, and he asked me to accompany him tonight. He’s even sending someone to collect me at lunch to take me shopping.”

  “I think it will be fine but run it past Hulk so that he doesn’t feel like Anton’s ruling this place. His main concern is your safety and he knows you’ll be safe with Anton.”

  I sigh. Telling Hulk is the last thing I want to do. He hates Anton. I don’t see that I have any other choice an
d so I knock on his office door and step inside. He still looks mad, and when he sees it’s me at the door, he groans out loud. “Sorry. I just need to run something by you.”

  “Make it quick.”

  “Anton is sending a car for me in…” I glance at my watch. “Ten minutes. He needs my help tonight.”

  Hulk’s temple pulsates. It’s a sure sign that he’s about to explode. “Help with what?”

  “He asked me to be his date for the evening, but before that, he’s sending someone to take me dress shopping.”

  Hulk smirks, and I brace myself for his nasty comment, but instead, he pulls out his cell phone and dials a number. He relaxes into his chair. “So, now you’re chasing Rebellion women?” he says into the cell and I roll my eyes. He’s calling Anton. “Well, I need to know what security you’re putting on her?” He waits for another beat before disconnecting the call. “Have a great time.” He avoids looking at me and goes back to staring at his laptop.

  “I can go?” I ask.

  “It must be nice to be whisked off your feet. First, he buys your clothes, and before you know it, there’ll be a ring on that finger.” He looks up at me. “I didn’t realize you two were still a thing.”

  “We weren’t a thing. Aren’t a thing,” I correct. “I don’t know why my mom told you that. He was helping me out. I just happened to bump into him last night and he asked that I return the favor.”

  “Just stay safe, Piper,” he mutters. “I don’t need anyone else going missing.”

  As I leave the office, I receive a text message. It’s from Anton and I wonder how he got my number. ‘You’ll pay for that. Telling Hulk was not part of the plan. Bring an overnight bag.’

  There’s no way I’m taking an overnight bag. I plan on coming home as soon as the date is over.

  I head out into the parking lot of the clubhouse. There’s a sleek black car outside the gates, and as I approach, the back-passenger door opens, and the female from last night steps out. “Nice to see you again, Piper,” she smiles. Her blonde ponytail swings as she bounces towards me and wraps me in a hug. I’m slightly taken back. I don’t even know this girl.

  “Ella,” I smile, patting her awkwardly on the back.

  “I have Anton’s credit card, so we’re set for a fantastic shopping trip.” She takes my hand and pulls me into the vehicle. “I love shopping.”

  “Is this shopping trip really necessary? I have a nice dress that I could wear.”

  Ella smiles. “You’re joking, right?” When I shake my head no, she looks confused. “Anton gave me his credit card. That never happens. We need to take full advantage of it.”

  I stare out of the tinted window at the passing shops. “I don’t know how I feel about taking a man’s money.”

  “Wow. I’ve never met anyone like you,” Ella laughs and shakes her head. “Wait ‘til I tell my girls.”

  An hour later, I step out of the dressing room in the figure-hugging black cocktail dress. Ella’s mouth falls open. “That’s it. That’s the one.” Relief floods me. This is the third shop we’ve been in and the sixth dress I’ve tried on. The others were either ‘too loose’ or ‘not right,’ according to Ella, who seems to be a bit of a shopping expert. “Let’s get it.”

  I rush back to the change room and get back into my clothes before she can change her mind. When I get back out into the store, Ella is still browsing. “Right, I’m ready,” I announce.

  She holds up a pile of things. “Let’s pay. I got you a few things to go with the dress.”

  “I really don’t need anything else.” But Ella is already heading over to the cash desk and dumping the pile in front of the cashier. I carefully lay the dress on top. “What is all this stuff?” I ask, hooking my finger in a matching lace underwear set and dangling it in the air.

  “You have to have good underwear to feel beautiful.”

  “Anton said I needed a dress. I don’t need all this other stuff.” The cashier seems to hurry to scan the items before I make Ella put them all back. I notice a clutch with matching shoes. The dress alone is over four hundred, so it comes as no surprise when the cashier tells us the total is over a thousand pounds.

  I curse, and Ella laughs. “He can afford it. Don’t worry.”

  “I don’t want him to think I’ve taken advantage.”

  Ella ignores me and takes the bags from the cashier. The bodyguard that’s tailing us takes them from her as we leave the store. “We need to get back to the house, Luis,” she says. The driver opens the car door for her, and we climb inside. “The make-up artist is meeting us there shortly.”

  “Make-up artist?” I repeat wide-eyed.

  “Yes. You can’t meet the made-men looking anything less than perfect. I just won’t allow it.”

  “The who?” I ask.

  “The Caporegime.” When I’m still looking at Ella blankly, she laughs. “The capo. The made-men. They’re very important in our organization.”

  “Why am I meeting them?”

  “That’s your date with Anton. You’re his plus one to a dinner with the Capo’s.”

  I let that information sink in as we head to the house where Anton lives.

  The car drives down into a basement. I follow Ella and Louis to the elevator, and we stand in silence as the cart rides up into the house. The doors open, and we step out into a large kitchen. There are cooks dressed in bright white uniforms rushing around and shouting orders. We leave the kitchen and move through a grand entrance hall. A chandelier hangs down the center of the winding staircase, and I stare at the little crystals in awe. I’ve never been inside a house like this. It’s amazing.

  Anton

  I pour myself a drink and take a seat. Checking my watch for the hundredth time, I sigh. I hate lateness, and so far, Piper is three minutes late. The sound of heels clicking on the hall floor grabs my attention. Ella appears first in her usual house attire of shorts and an oversized shirt. “Let me present your date for the evening.” She smiles wide and steps aside. Piper steps into the doorway, and I bite down on my lip to prevent the intake of breath releasing too loud. She looks stunning. Her dress clings to every one of her perfect curves. Her hair is curled and tied to one side so that it falls over her shoulder and across her chest. A few loose curls frame her face. Piper isn’t the type of girl that needs make-up, but the cost of the make-up artist that Ella insisted on was totally worth it. Her skin looks more flawless than usual, and her subtle glossed lips shine under the lowlights of the office.

  “Thank you, Ella. Can you check that the guest room is made up please?” Ella hesitates and glances at Piper.

  “Actually, Piper isn’t staying here this evening,” she says. I ignore her. She is. It’s the only way I get to let Hulk know who’s boss right now, and I can’t risk any of my men seeing her leave.

  “Please check on the room, Ella,” I repeat, and then I pour Piper a drink.

  Once Ella has left, I hold out the wine glass for Piper. She steps closer and takes it. “I’d like to go home after dinner,” she says.

  “That’s not an option.”

  “You can’t force me to stay,” she says sharply, and I smile. She doesn’t know me very well.

  “My guests have arrived. We should make our way through to the living room.”

  “We’re eating here?” she asks. “Why did we bother to get dressed up?” I laugh again and shake my head. Piper has a lot to learn. My world is completely opposite to hers.

  I hold out my arm, and she stares at it until I raise my brow. She sighs and then hooks her arm into mine, and I lead her towards the living room.

  Eight of the Capo’s are here with their wives. That’s part of my problem of late. Most of them are much older than me, but the two that are of similar age have settled down and married. I stepped into my father’s shoes much earlier than anyone ever expected after I killed him. They need to see that I am settled and able to head up this organization. I can’t keep bringing different women to these gatherings. I
am no longer the playboy of the mafia. I am the boss.

  I move around the room, greeting the men. I sense that Piper feels uncomfortable beside me, and I take her hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. She needs to get used to this kind of thing, seeing as I have chosen her to be my pretend woman. A few minutes later, the waiter gathers us to be seated in the dining room. Naturally, I take the head of the long table, and Piper sits to my left. All the other men take their places. Everyone remains standing until I sit, and then they follow suit. Next to Piper sits Grace. She’s married to Carlos. After Tag, Carlos is my closest friend.

  The waiters bring out the food and begin to serve us. Ella chose the menu. I trust my sister completely to know what will impress people. Apparently, Scallops were her choice of starter because the wives would love them. If the wives are happy, then the men usually are. As I tuck into the delicate seafood, I realize why I let her sort this kind of stuff out.

  “Oh my god,” Piper groans around a mouthful of juicy Scallop. “These are amazing,” she moans.

  A smile pulls at my lips. “You’ve never had Scallops?” I ask, and she shakes her head no before adding another mouthful. I’m fixated on her mouth. She chews slowly. Savoring every bite and a small amount of juice is building at the corner of her plump lips. I resist swiping it away with my thumb. “What about venison?” I ask.

  Piper thinks for a moment. “I’ve had a venison burger. Does that count?”

  I laugh again and shake my head. “Not really.”

  Matthew sits to my right, and he leans closer to pull my attention away from Piper. I reluctantly engage in conversation about his accountancy firm.

  The main dish is brought out, and I feel great satisfaction from watching Piper try her Venison. With each mouthful, she closes her eyes, and I imagine her to be inwardly groaning with pleasure. I’ve never been on a dinner date where my date has never eaten this kind of food. Growing up, this stuff was always on the menu. She leans closer to me. “What type of mashed potato is this?”