Rock's Redemption(Insurgents MC Romance Book 8)(48)

       
           



       

"I've been paying for your brat. That was the agreement." Frederick  smiled broadly. "It doesn't feel good being betrayed by this whore, does  it?"

Rock didn't answer, the reality that he had a son still ricocheting inside him.

She wiped the wetness off her cheeks. "It was either have an abortion or  give our baby life and a chance of a good future. My whole family  blamed you. After several years, Luc started fooling around on me, so I  left him. I struggled to make it on my own, raising Andrew all by myself  and juggling a couple jobs.

"My dad helped me a little without my mom knowing, but when he died, my  world went from bad to hellish. After we lost all our money, Frederick  spotted me at a charity function. My mom checked him out, and she and  Armand concocted this plan where he would help our family financially if  I'd be his partner." She crossed her arms over her chest. "The only  reason I did it was because I wanted to give Andrew a chance at a good  life. You were poor …  you know how hard it could be. I wanted him to go  to the best schools, travel the world, and not worry about money or  anything, so I agreed to become Frederick's partner even though I knew  the lifestyle he was into. I thought it would be okay, and it was until I  saw you. Then I knew everything up to that point in my life had been a  lie. You've always been the only one I've ever loved. I was going to  tell you tonight when you got home. I swear it."

Rock shook his head. Adrenaline rushed through him as his muscles  strained against his skin. He couldn't fathom that he had a child and  she'd kept it from him. "How in the fuck could you not tell me I have a  son?" he gritted. "We've been sharing the same fuckin' bed for the last  few weeks and you never told me. Fuck, I knew you were hiding something,  but I never imagined it was anything like this. You're cruel and  cold-hearted. You always were." He darted his eyes between her and  Frederick. "You and this fuckin' asshole deserve each other."

He tried to pull away from the three guys who held him, but they latched  on tighter. "Get your fuckin' hands off me. I don't plan to fight for  this woman." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Clotille cover her  face with her hands when she heard his words.

Frederick came in front of him and said, "It doesn't play out that easily. You soiled my pet, so now you have to pay."

Rock spat at Frederick, his spit trickling down the fucker's button-down  shirt. "You asshole! You raped the bayou, my mother's land, so I call  that even. Only an outsider could do what you did."

Frederick took out a handkerchief and wiped off the saliva. "Is that  what you think? I don't think Armand or Henri are outsiders. Henri's  your brother, isn't he? He was very anxious to kill your mother for the  land. He'd been hoping you would've killed your dad and then that  would've eliminated you from inheriting the land, but you couldn't even  do that right, you fucking moron. Nevertheless, it all worked out." He  straightened the cuff on his shirt. "By the way, condolences on the  death of your father. You never know where they're buying the food in  the prisons these days."

Rock felt like he'd been sucker punched and all the air had gone out of  him. Henri killed Maman? How could he have stabbed and strangled the  life out of the woman who gave birth to him? Who cared for and held our  misshapen family together? A guttural roar came from his throat and,  with a sudden burst of energy, he pulled away from the bikers and  sprinted to the front door. The men were on him seconds later, fighting  and punching him. In his weakened state, the three large men overpowered  him.

Frederick came up to him. "I think since you're so careless about  sticking your cock in women, it would be best if I got rid of it for  you. Of course, pet would want to see this." He motioned for the men to  take him in front of Clotille, who he forced to kneel on the floor while  he held her leash tightly. The thugs laughed and dragged him over,  pinning him to the floor. Rock kicked one of them hard in the crotch,  but then someone hit him hard, again, over the head. Blood streamed down  his face and his eyes went blurry. Frederick came over with a large  pair of gardening shears and handed them to one of the bikers. "This  should do the trick. After it's done, my pet can eat it. She loves cock,  don't you?" He patted her hair before curling his hand around it and  yanking hard. She yelped.

Rock kicked, pulled, punched, and cussed as they tried to pull his pants  down. Just as they were ready to cut them off him, the front door flew  open and gunshots rang out. The bikers trying to pin Rock down leapt to  their feet, scrambling to take out their weapons. Rock grabbed one of  their legs and pulled it back until he fell facedown onto the floor. He  turned to the door and saw his Insurgent brothers streaming through it,  rushing over to him.                       
       
           



       

Puck handed him a small throw from the back of the couch to put against  the side of his head to stop the bleeding. As he stood there, he saw  Frederick pull Clotille's leash, forcing her to come with him. Before  Rock could react, she bit the asshole on the calf, and pulled back on  her leash; it slipped from the fuckwad's hand. She unhooked it and then  hit Frederick with it over and over, chasing him as he ran into another  room.

Rock started to follow, but he saw Wheelie, Bones, Blade, and Tigger  pushing the rich fuck back into the living room. Clotille was still  striking him like a crazed woman, and she was still naked. Bones took  the leash from her hand, took off his T-shirt, and handed it to her. She  put it on, then sank down to the floor sobbing.

Bones walked over to Rock, who drew his brother into a bear hug. Pulling  back, he said, "Fuck, am I glad to see your ugly face. I was too damn  close to losing one of my best possessions." Bones winced and stared at  the garden shears on the floor. Rock walked over to Frederick and glared  at him. "You sonofabitch." He punched him hard, smirking when he heard  the asshole's jaw shatter under his knuckles.

Bones went over and put his face a couple of inches in front of  Frederick's. "You don't know shit about us. We got one law, asshole, and  it's, ‘You fuck with one, you fuck with all.'" Then he hauled off and  slammed his fist into Frederick's nose, snapping it.

"Fuck, man. We didn't know you were an Insurgent. You shoulda told us.  Copperhead didn't know Frederick wanted us to hurt an Insurgent," one of  the Gypsy Fiends said. The one Rock shot had been taken by a couple of  his brothers back to their clubhouse.

Hawk narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, right. Tell Copperhead he owes us big for  this fuckin' mess. I'll be in touch with him. Now get the fuck outta  here."

"You don't believe that bullshit, do you?" Rock said.

"Not for a fuckin' minute. I'll use it to get the price lowered and have  them enter into an exclusive deal with us for future arms. I don't  wanna have to haul my ass back to this humidity for a long time. I'm  aching to get back to my woman." Hawk moved closer to Rock. "Speaking of  women, yours is in a bad way."

"Yeah." Rock glanced over at Clotille, who sat on the floor, staring at it.

"You want me to go over to her?" Hawk pressed his lips together.

"Nah, I'll take care of it."

"Your head stop bleeding?"

"Yeah. It was just a gash, nothing major."

"You okay?"

"Not really. Some serious shit went down. I was right about Frederick  being involved with my mom's death. Turns out Clotille's brother and  mine did the murder-for-hire. Fuck, I can't believe it."

Hawk whistled under his breath. "Damn, dude …  that's rough." He pulled  Rock into a hug. "You know we're all here for you. We'll make sure the  fucker gets his ass dumped at the badges' station. You go take care of  your woman."

Rock tilted his chin and shuffled over to Clotille, who hadn't moved  since Bones gave her his T-shirt. He knelt beside her. "Come on. Let's  go."

She looked up at him, her eyes wildly scanning his face. "Do you hate me?"

He shrugged. "Right now I want you to stand up so I can take you back to Isa's."

"I couldn't stand it if you hated me. I did the best I could. Would I  have done things differently if I could go back in time? Hell yes, I  would. But I was a sheltered seventeen-year-old. I didn't know anything.  I was scared shitless."

"You could have told me," he said in a low voice. "You chose not to, and  you have to live with that choice because you can't go back and change  it. I don't wanna talk about it anymore. I have some other things on my  mind. Let's go." He held out his hand and she took it. He wrapped his  arm around her as they walked out of the house.