Free SAVING REBEL: Renegade Rebels Motorcycle Club by Honey Palomino

sake.  Fuck, for my own sake.  I hadn’t been able to sleep for days thinking about her, and now that I knew she had been at Mason’s, probably cock-teasing him mercilessly, I knew I had to do something.
    Fuck!  I threw my bottle of whiskey at the door, the pieces shattering on the floor and the smell filling the room.
    Five minutes later, I was flying down Central Expressway on my way to Mason’s house.  When I got there, Rebel was sitting on the front porch and Mason wasn’t home.  She seemed surprised to see me.
    “Harley!”  She ran up to me, threw her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek.
    “Hey, Rebel.”  I was not in the mood to be nice, I just wanted to get her the fuck out of there and get her back to my place as quickly as possible.  
    “Get your shit.”
    “What?  Where are we going?” she asked, her eyes big and wide with confusion.
    “To my house. Go. Now.”  I was not breaking a smile, no matter how sweet she tried to be.
    “Really, Harley? That’s so awesome, thank you so much!”
    “You shouldn’t have lied to me about Missy, and you shouldn’t have come home with Mason.”  I said sternly.
    “I know.  I’m so sorry, Harley.  I just…I don’t know why I lied.”
    “Whatever.  It’s over now.  Just go get your shit and let’s get out of here.”
    “Okay, you got it, thank you again!”  She bounced into Mason’s house just as my cell phone rang.
    “Yeah?” I answered.
    “It’s Mason.”
    “Yeah, I know. What is it?” 
    “Look, man, I’m sorry about earlier, but that’s not why I’m calling.  Johnny called. Says there been a change, but he won’t tell me about it over the phone, insists that you meet him at the graveyard.”
    “Fuck. Alright. When?”  This was important.  Johnny was the leader of El Loco Gatos, the Mexican gang based out of Oak Cliff that was doing the deal with the Garcia cartel.  He was a friend, and we had agreed a long time ago that Dallas would be a much more peaceful place if we worked together, instead of against each other.  We trusted and respected each other.  Which is why he told me about being approached by the cartel.
    “Right now.  Says he won’t meet with anyone but you.  Are you free?”
    “Not exactly. Goddammit.”  The Western Heights Cemetery was an old decrepit graveyard in Oak Cliff that was the same place Clyde Barrow, of Bonnie and Clyde fame, was buried.  Nobody would ever bury another body in that run down, abandoned place, and it was a great place for meetings to take place.
    “Alright, I’ll be there in half an hour.”
    “Okay, I’ll let him know,” Mason replied.
    “Cool. Oh, and Mason? I’ve got Rebel.  I’m at your house right now, picking her up."
    “Oh. You do?” Don’t sound so shocked, motherfucker, I thought to myself.
    “Yeah. I’m gonna take her to my house and drop her off.”
    “Um, okay, cool, cool.  That’s great.  Thanks, Harley.”
    “Yeah, whatever. I’ll meet you at the clubhouse after the meeting and let you know what’s up.”
    “Okay, see you there, boss.”
    I hung up without another word, wondering what was taking Rebel so long.  Taking her to my house, then driving back to Oak Cliff was going to be a bitch in rush hour traffic, and I wasn’t sure I had enough time to do it to meet Johnny in time.  Suddenly, I wished I hadn’t spent so much time staring at the wall and trying to figure out what to do.
    “Hurry the fuck UP, Rebel!”  I screamed to the back of the house as I walked in.  
    Looking around, it was obvious Rebel had been cleaning while she was there. Mason’s house had never been so tidy.  
    She called from the back room that she was almost done, but it still took her another ten minutes to get out.  By the time we were on the back of my bike and roaring down the road, I was out of time.
    Goddammit, there was no way I could take her home first.  I would just have to take her with me, because there was absolutely no chance I