Resist Me(62)

“I bet she tastes as fucking sweet as she looks.” Rebel smiled, bringing his hand to his face and licking his fingers.

I couldn’t stand the shitty look on his face. I didn’t want to listen to him talk about Izzy anymore. Lunging forward, I pushed Thomas out of the way, and Rebel’s eyes grew wide.

I pulled the trigger, watching Rebel’s body fall back in a heap on the shaggy green carpet. Leaning over his bloodied body, I spat in his face. “Rot in hell, motherfucker!” I shouted, a growl rising in my throat.

“What the fuck?” Thomas asked, hitting my arm.

I looked at him and shook my head. “You two would never be safe with that motherfucker around. He deserved to die.”

“I didn’t get the information out of him,” Thomas groaned as he sat on the bed.

“No one knew. If they did, he would’ve had backup here with him. He had to know we were going to come after him.”

He sighed, setting his gun next to him on the bed. “You’re right. Fuck, this complicates shit with the club.”

“Only thing it does is move you up higher in the ranks, brother,” I said, sitting next to him and staring at Rebel’s body as the blood almost reached my boots. “What do you want to do with the body?” I asked, debating if we should bury him somewhere along the highway or make it look like a setup.

“You take Izzy home and Flash and I will handle it,” Thomas said, standing from the bed as he stuck his gun in his waistband. “Is she okay, James?”

“Izzy?” I asked, nodding. “Yeah, she’s just passed out. Hopefully she won’t remember a damn thing.”

“Fuck. No one can know about Rebel’s death. Got me? No one besides the few people we called. Especially Izzy. Do not tell her.” Thomas moved toward the door and walked out.

I stood and rubbed my face with my hands. When had my life gotten so fucking difficult? Everything used to be so damn simple.

Thomas was hovering over her, checking her for injuries when I stepped outside.

“I checked her. She’s fine,” I said, pushing him away and scooping her into my arms. “I’ll get her home.”

He nodded, glaring at me as I held his sister in my arms. She nuzzled my neck as tiny whimpers fell from her lips.

“Shh, doll. Sleep,” I whispered in her ear as I held her body tightly.

“Flash!” Thomas yelled, causing Flash to jump.

“What?”

“Get your ass in the room. Let’s get Rebel and get the fuck out of here. James is taking Izzy home,” Thomas said, motioning toward the motel room.

Flash looked at Izzy and me, then nodded at Thomas before disappearing into the room.

I laid Izzy in the front seat. “You be careful, brother,” I said as I gently closed the car door, trying not to wake her.

Thomas stepped closer, standing toe to toe with me. “I’ll text you when it’s done. Keep her safe,” he said, holding out his hand to me.

“You’re okay with this?” I asked, taking his hand in mine.

“Fuck no. I’m still going to kick your ass when everything is said and done, but for now, you make sure she’s okay.”

“I’ll wait until she wakes up and then I’ll head back up to make sure shit doesn’t go down in the MC.”

“No, you stay clear until you get the all-clear from me. Do not come back. Stay with her and don’t leave her side. Do you understand me?”

“I can’t leave you without backup,” I said, shaking my head. I didn’t like it one bit.

“I’ll be fine, James.”

“I can’t bear the thought of losing you, Thomas. You’re like a brother to me, man.”

“I don’t have time to stand here and argue with your stubborn ass. Let me ask you this: Do you love her?” he asked, lifting his chin and motioning toward his sister with his head.

My feelings for Izzy ran deep—deeper than they had for anyone ever before. Was it love? To be truthful with myself and him, I replied, “Yes.”

“Then keep her safe, James. I can handle the club, and Bobby will be around for help. Flash too. Now get the fuck out of here and take her home. Make sure she’s sleeping.”

“Not a problem,” I said, smiling and turning my back to get in the car.

My head jerked to the side, pain shooting across my jaw as his fist connected with my face. I turned quickly, gaping at him.

“What the fuck was that for?” I asked, rubbing my jaw.

“Keep your dick in your pants,” he said before leaving me standing outside with a stupid-ass grin on my face. “Get your fucking arm looked at too.”

“I’ll patch up my arm when I get her home,” I said, touching the wound on my arm. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t dealt with before. I could patch it up with a first aid kit and a knife.