Rebel (Ruthless Tendencies Series Book 3) Page 2

  I’ve got slick shady secretive shit on everyone; from your average John Doe to the god damn president himself. I’m thoroughly confident that I’m safe from the government’s blowback. Not that they give a shit about lassoing my ass for cleaning up their file folder of fatal fuckery.

  That is unless I drop my god damn zippo at your house during my visit. Yeah, that shit with Jake Sellers was a fuckup on my part. First time for everything. Good save on Renegade’s behalf though. I’ll admit I lost my shit with that prick. The pure joy I got out of ending that serial rapist’s dick dipping days was not healthy but then again, I never said it was, fuck him.

  That doomed DNA had to be dealt with, period. Jake was never going to stop. There was no rehabilitation for that fucker’s sick desires. His twisted mind was wired wrong and that was his birthright. Our tax dollars being spent on providing that asshole a roof, food, and caged existence until he died from old age was the second best-case scenario. That pissed me the fuck off. What I did, in my mind, was a mercy killing for which he did not deserve.

  After chatting with Sellers’ something snapped deep inside of me, catastrophic chaos. That bullshit with Asia was too close to home. I’m not making excuses and I’m far from being sorry, likelihood-never. I embraced that red-eyed demonic entity that lives inside of me like a long-lost family member. Welcome home Casper the Crypt Keeper. You’ve been missed my little paranormal presence of penance for the criminally challenged.

  My family is safe, and Renegade is happy. That alone was reason enough for me to drape the Grim Reapers cloak over my shoulders and help out with rollcall. Fucking with my family brings forth a wicked desire multiplied, gruesome.

  They’re the only claim I have left to a stable existence since the day my angel disappeared. It’s been six years since Alexandria evaporated into thin air. She was the only person capable of stirring up life within my soul. Around her, I felt human, alive. Something instead of nothing.

  Now my Satan ways are only censored somewhat by my Chaos clan. I’m a ticking time bomb looking for an outlet before I explode. A worthy distraction that can entertain the beast within. That’s this Rebel’s way of life…

  Catastrophic Chaos Unstable.

  Fighting A Crazed Craving.

  Nasty Nightmares Without A Cure.

  Unmatched Demented Desires.

  My Twisted Life of Purgatory In Search For Peace.

  Chapter 3 - Rebel

  That ballsy bastard in me is screaming for some uncensored fun today in a bad way. The malevolent but bored little motherfucker that he is has grown restless over the past couple of months. Diving headfirst into anything new is not on the docket for your boy right now though. My schedule is full.

  I’ve been spending a lot of my time at my restaurant here lately. Swanks is in a popular and trendy part of town with a magnificent chef catering to the crowd. It has a separate bar with a classy laidback jazz type of atmosphere too. Rage calls it rich-blood stomping ground. Which, I’m not sure if he realizes it or not but he’s amongst the filthy fucking rich too. Plus, he and his wife, Reese’s Pieces, are seated at a table every weekend.

  The damn place pretty much runs itself without me. Even though I have a fulltime manager on staff, I find myself hiding out there more often than not. I’m close with my family, but I tend to like my privacy especially when I’m feeling restless. My demons growl too loud and those close to me start to notice.

  Bouncing between Swanks, Club Chaos, and Renegade Investigations is required for the routine computer tech bullshit. Except now, I’ve added another stop to my schedule for Ren and Asia’s place, Grace Jujitsu. It’s a badass training center that they opened together. Even though my calendar is hectic, none of that seems to take the edge off my anxiety like it normally does. Hell, the temporary fix that I find in weed has stabled off too. I’m fidgety and that can lead to bad shit.

  I’m not really sure what has brought on this edgy unsatisfied disposition, but I can’t seem to shake it. Maybe it’s the fact that both Rage and Renegade have begun their descent into domesticated fuckville. Rage and Reese have their own homelife thing going on. And the recent newlyweds, Ren and Asia just recently tied the knot. Plus, their expecting twin boys in a few months too. As far as Rampage goes, he’s as random as a piss test after a three-day weekend. The Chaos fam is growing at a fast rate while I sit back feeling confined by my wicked state of mind.

  My mom is over the moon about becoming a grandmother and my dad is along for the ride. Poking her head into my Chaos office door, I waved her on in. She’s a shorty with long brown hair and the same eyes as me. My brothers got their silver lasers from my dad. Fashioned out in a trendy jumpsuit, my mom looks relaxed and cute for a destination shopping date with her daughter-in-law’s.

  Ever since Reese barged in on me pounding out a side piece of ass, crazy Cara a few months back, I’ve gotten better at locking the door when indulging my sexcapades. That was traumatic for our little Reese’s Pieces, but Rage thanked me for it later. From what he told me that piqued her curiosity for ropes and restraints. My Rebel wicked ways are sometimes good. #bedroombeast

  “How’s my little Nico?” Mom asks as I round my desk and give her a hug.

  “Good, doing good. What brings you to the club today, shorty?” I lean into my desk and fold my arms over my chest. Silently thanking the mean green Gods above that I removed that joint from behind my ear earlier. My mom knows I burn the blunts but she doesn’t approve. I simply respect her enough not through it up in her face.

  “Just checking on my boys that are in town.” She makes out like my shirt’s accidentally unbuttoned and busies herself with the task of closing one of the top two digits like I’m five all over again. “Is there anyone special in my baby boy’s life that I don’t know about, hmmm?” She winks at me like it’s an inside secret I should share with just her. I chuckle at her effort.

  Kelsey Carter can be a handful if you fail to establish boundaries. She’s tiptoeing around my relationship status and I need to shut that shit down. She favors Rage and Rampage more than me or Ren though. Mom always said that Rage needed a little more attention because he lost his mother at such a young age. And with no father, to fall back on, she tried to fill that gap. Ramp indulges her motherly doting, but that fucker is MIA. So, her nose is sniffing for clues. Truth is that the woman just loves all her boys.

  “Nope. But Ramp will be back from New York Friday. Maybe we can all meet up at Swanks and have dinner, yeah?” I ask.

  Rampage is never around here lately. His ass is jet setting back and forth from New York. He reminds me of a trendsetting, hood rich bitch breaking out into fashion week for their first time. I know he’s got a lady in the big apple but he’s not sharing his snatch stories.

  Whatever newfound dick holster he’s tucking his pistol in must be providing premium ammo to have that fucker packing a bag every other weekend. It must be platinum pussy or at least it’d have to be for me to visit that nasty ass city on a normal basis. Don’t even act offended. That place smells like a dirty urinal on a good day, facts.

  “We need to head out if we’re going to get on over to Kiara’s Crib’s before traffic gets too bad.” Reese pokes her head into my office, and I smirk at her. That’s why she’s my favorite little side smoking sister-in-law. This black-haired, green-eyed little weed-bandit is a welcomed sight.

  Reese naturally senses my unpleasant vibe and plays out the distraction I need. Nice save babe. I’ll have to remember to roll her a special blunt and drop it off to her. Along with some fucking crunchy peanut butter and pickles for her post-smoke munchies. She’ll have one hell of an upcoming Puff the Magic Dragon pool party on me.

  “Okay, sure. Lord knows I miss all my boys.” My mom says as she kisses my cheek and I wave bye.

  “Friday at Swanks. I’ll see you then. Ramp will be back, and we’ll all get together.” I say.

  When my mother turns around and heads for the door, I hold my thumb and index finger up at
Reese acting as if I’m toking on a joint. I mouth thank you and shoot her a wink while she giggles. I got you, girl. She gathers my mother up and goes to collect her BFF, Asia.

  They better knock on Ren’s door before entering. Knowing the newlyweds, coupled with Asia’s non-stop hormones, there probably fucking on Ren’s desk again. Hell, I wouldn’t doubt it if one of my nephews sustain a black eye from there dear old dad’s dick.

  Perhaps, enrolling in these college courses will prove to be the distraction I’ve been desperately looking for. My new college course of study should come in handy either way. It’s something I’ve always been intrigued with and I’ve had it penciled in on my to-do list of shit for a minute now. No time like the present.

  This psychology course will feed my need for knowledge. It’ll cater to my crazed fascination that’ll only further help me in identifying the fucknuts of society. Not that I need any help. Frankly, I’m just bored as fuck with the same old-same old routine. Time to mix shit up a little.

  Making my way through the halls and herds of campus pricks and chicks, I turn into the room where I’m supposed to receive my higher educational experience. I feel like I’ve time-warped back to those high school days and ways. Except this crowd is varying in age minus the venom and brutality of adolescents. Climbing the class auditorium stage stairs, I find a cushy seat and pry my huge ass body down then fire up my laptop.

  When the professor walks in everyone shuffles for a seat and quiets down. Whether it’s out of respect or the fact that it’s the first day I’m not sure. Hell, she’s got my undivided attention locked on those long sex sticks as she bends over her desk, back facing the class messing with a cord to connect to her laptop. My eyes roam over her body and damn, wow.

  The woman’s white-blonde hair is pulled back in a tight bun at the base of her neck. My eyes move down to the flawless pale skin of her neckline. It’s angelic and fair, untouched by the sunlight. Her professional long sleeve business suit and skirt are tightly fitted to her curves. The provocative professor has my penis eager to learn, her vagina.

  She looks like a fucking cross between a classy but leggy librarian mixed stripper sex-kitten at the stroke of midnight. God damn, this woman’s a fucking fantasy wet dream come to life. How do any of the guys in here process one word that comes out of her mouth? All I can visualize is grabbing that perfect round curvy ass from behind and impaling my dick home.

  There’s something familiar about this lady though. When she turns around her sophisticated glasses are perched on the end of her button nose. It somehow makes those ocean deep electric eyes stand out more. Motherfucker! I automatically lean forward in my seat securitizing the outline of her beautiful facial features. The red-eyed beast in me is scratching at the glass behind my retina’s. He wants out, now.

  “Hello, class. My name is Miss. Greyson and I’ll be your professor for this semester.”

  Sure, the educator's damn name would’ve been a clue had I known it. But I was switched to her class this morning after visiting the registrar’s office. Being in a hurry I never check the slip the office lady stuffed in my hand. The damn place was a bustling zoo filled with kids and she only provided me with the new classroom number.

  Holy fucking shit. No god damn way. My angel-pixie. In the fuckable flesh. What a delectable turn of events this is. I interlaced my fingers behind my head and smile wide. Now, this is a fucking epic surprise. I knew damn well she’d develop and grow into a knockout but this… This is diabolical torture for my dick. Well beyond anything I fathomed or imagined. Something I did a lot of, imagining her.

  “Let me place some names with the faces that I’m so fortunate to spend this semester with then we can get familiar with the course curriculum I’ve prepared. Afterward, any questions you may have we can address those as well.” Her voice purrs and I adjust my throbbing dick. Having a chubby in class is nothing new with this one around, that’s for sure.

  She paces on those sexy sticks to the front of her desk and leans slightly against the wood in a relaxed stance, crossing her ankles. Going over each name until she gets to mine. Yeah, that’s right angel, it’s me. She clears her throat and places her hand over her chest. Her head snaps up from the alphabetical listing and those angelic sapphire eyes pierce through me. She raises her glass to rest on the top of her head. This is a snapshot of shocked sex-candy if I ever saw one. I’m filing this in my mental memory. Why the fuck did I sit so far in the back?

  “Nico Carter.” Her voice is a breathless whisper.

  “Professor Greyson.” My voice is full of amusement as I let my tone trail over every syllable before finishing with a wink.

  “It’s not professor yet. I’m still completing my dissertation but hopefully soon.” She gives me a small nervous smile.

  I give her a chin lift accompanied by a blinding smile. God knows my ass will be planted in the front fucking row tomorrow. Gracing her with a ripe red apple offering on my fingertips. Who’d ever guess that the goth girl who tried so desperately to hide behind a shit disguise would end up turning into a sexier Scarlet Johansson look-a-like? And teaching as a professor here at Georgia State University. Small fucking world baby but just like all those years ago, I see you.

  My dick would like to take a moment to thank the educational system in advance, nice employment decision with this one. It salutes her for your choice in pre-cum, I mean pre-employment practices. When I master this course if not before, I plan on literally fucking mastering Miss. Greyson too, with every inch of my dick. Hopefully while bending that beautiful body over her desk and spanking her nice ivory ass to a bright shade of cherry. I’m going for that over-achiever, higher educational level of academics here, doggy style.

  Alexandria gulps hard like I’ve voiced my inner demon dick thoughts out loud. She scratches at her beautiful neck before fidgeting with the paperwork in her hand. That very same hand that I just noticed has a glimmering fucking rock sitting on the finger that screams fiancé, pending marital bliss, and you’re never going to touch this pussy ever.

  We’ll see about that, mere obstacles. I’m fucking phenomenal at resolving issues. Just ask Jake or not. Now you feel me, right? That leashed beast inside of me gives zero fucks about her soon to be ex-fiancé. Plus, she introduced herself as Miss. Greyson. It’s all in the details and I for one am paying attention. Education is key, right?

  She moves back behind her desk and finishes playing nice with the other faceless names in the room. I know damn well she hasn’t committed any of them to memory since setting those deep royal blue gemstones on me. Make way for the class pet, you assholes. Hell, she can call me god damn Rover if she wants to. This guy has dick tricks that most of the basic male fucks of the world never learn throughout life, facts.

  Often enough, I wondered where life took my angel-pixie off too. Last time I played around with my not so legal hacking talents; her social media accounts revealed that she was venturing around the world. Of all the damn places this girl could choose, she was shuffling that fine ass of hers in and out of the largest libraries in the world. Leave it to her to find that shit interesting. She always had her head stuck in a romance book. I smirk at that thought and focus back on the woman before me now.

  Looks like she’s come full circle. All the way back home but did well for herself in the process. It’s still lost on me why she up and vanished, no goodbye. I mean, I know some shit went down but I never took her father’s word for it. He’s a fucking prick on his best of days, period. Alex and I weren’t fuck buddies, but it wasn’t for lack of imagination or dick desire on my part. Even though that was where we were headed before she left.

  Alex was more than that to me though. She was my best fucking friend. She didn’t provoke the beast in me, quite the opposite. That’s why I always slept so god damn peacefully in lab, she was there until she wasn’t. A sense of peace came easily around her. She didn’t try to pry shit out of my vault either. Hell, she didn’t have to. I found myself volunteering that inf
o over to her.

  She got me, full acceptance, and without judgment. There was a huge fucking void after she left too. I was pissed that I got a taste of being human then only to have it disappear overnight fucked with your boy hard. I finally accepted the fact that we both were young. She had to spread those angel-pixie wings and fly. I didn’t hold on to a grudge, but I often wondered why she at least didn’t say bye. That was the salt smeared over the open wound.

  Her angel ways made me want her in a bad kind of sense. It was sorta a mirror craving as to the sadistic motherfuckers of the world that I detest. My fixation for her scared me. She taught me what it was like firsthand to tame and control those dirty wicked desires. That kind of compulsion should never be fed. I walked a crazy man’s path with her, toed the line.

  Look but don’t touch.

  Smell but don’t taste.

  Feel but don’t feast.

  Not even going to lie, I want answers but that’ll come in due time. This angel-pixie gets spooked easily. She requires a delicate approach with a gentle touch. Like handling a butterfly cupped in your hands, gently. The process is somewhat similar to peeling back a crazed motherfucker’s insane layers, one at a time methodically. A calm disposition is a must. That last one might prove to be a little tricky now though.

  I’ve got my homework cut out for me with the mystery fuckboy fiancé. Staring down at my laptop, my beefy fingers start to peck. All I need is two minutes. A few swift clicks and I’ll know the swinging dick’s life history.

  chapter 4 – rebel

  six years ago

  Leaning against the locker with all the guys standing in a huddle bullshitting before the bell sounds, I scroll through my latest app creation. It’s a cool but mindless application called Ghost ID that I piss around with in my spare time. It wasn’t supposed to be anything but a distraction for me, but a few companies are interested so I’m ironing out some bugs.