A Rebel In The Roses (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 8) Read Online Free

woman pass by them unnoticed.
    Sara has passed out in her car seat, oblivious to the wild world around her.
    Nothing could prepare me for who is in the parking lot at the Pelican with my husband. 
    My father.
    My chest constricts and I can’t breathe as my tears flood my vision.
    I nearly hit a motorcycle, and not just any motorcycle either.
    One with Romeo sitting on it.
    My husband's Indian.
    I’d know that bike even if I were dead. I’ve ridden on the back of it many times.
    And Romeo I’d know that man even if I were blind. He looks green in the face when his eyes meet mine through the window.
    What the fuck are they doing here?  I see Tread too. Him and his sexy dimples. This isn’t good. I don’t know whether to shit or get off the pot.
    I stop the car, resting my head against the steering wheel overcome with so many emotions.
    Before I can stop him, Cole is jumping out of the car and running to his dad. “Surprise! Mom said we were gonna spend a few days here with you. Have you seen all the babes!” I have to laugh even though my future is colliding with my past.

 
    2
    Drag Creek, Kentucky
    Mute
    Lying in the hospital is for the motherfucking birds. My mother just stares at me and cries.  I can’t take it. I’d love to scream and yell for her to just let me be, but I can’t do that. Not having a full tongue puts a damper on the whole communication thing. I have a dry erase board and markers. I feel like a damn kid.
    My tongue isn’t as far gone as some would think. It’s only the tip that’s missing.  Still makes talking and eating difficult, but not as bad as it could be. I could talk if I wanted to, but I hate the way I sound. I sound like I have a Goddamned lisp.
    At least my burns aren’t as severe as the doctors initially thought. I’ve been doing physical therapy for my hands. That’s where I suffered the most damage. My face is scarred; I hate looking in the mirror. My reflection is disgusting to look at. My face looks like a melted pizza on one side while the other is fine. Might as well call me Two-face like the villain in the Batman movie, or motherfuckin’ Freddy Krueger. However, the only scars that hurt are the ones no one sees.
    I was lucky I didn’t lose my eyesight on the left side of my face. I wish I would have died the night the Black Rebel Riders’ MC rolled up on the farm and torched the barn.  Hell would have to be better than living this way—like a Godforsaken freak. I see how people turn their heads when they see me, or hide their eyes when I go to the cafeteria or for a walk.
    I see the pity the nurses have for me.
    The guilt Sunshine carries.
    It’s all too much.
    I wish I would’ve died in the fire instead of fleeing from the flames. If I could go back…I’d allow the smoke to choke me and the inferno to claim me.
    The pain was too much, I had to break free.
    I can still feel the flames licking across my face and claiming my hands as I ripped the boards from the wall. I still feel like I can’t breathe.
    I can still hear the cries of pain, and smell the burning of my flesh.
    It’s all around me—the fire, the pain—the memories.
    My only comfort is the books my mom brings to me. I still feel weird thinking of Sunshine as my mother. Mom is still too intimate so I call her Sunshine. The books belong to my step-sister, Dawn, whom I’ve not met yet. I haven’t been introduced to Jamie, my step-brother either.
    Sunshine says she wants to take me home to live with her and her family; Romeo, Dawn, and Jamie. I’m not sure how I feel about her plans, but I don’t have anywhere else to go. I don’t want to go back home, where everyone lied to me, where my father tortured me.
    My aunt, the woman who raised me from birth, can’t bear the sight of me which suits me fine. I don’t want to see her either. I was blindsided by Paul, I never knew he was my father until he started punching me and yelling at me for letting Sunshine walk out the door with Romeo.
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