Rebel Just For Kicks Novels & Stories

Jake Rebel waved him through the gate and he parked his bike in front of the clubhouse. It was just past midnight, and the music was still loud. He could hear laughter as he pulled the door open and every head turned to look at him as he stepped inside. “Wrath!” Weasel’s voice was loud, and Jake grinned. He spotted Bandit and Nitro sitting in their usual booth and he headed toward them. He placed the laptop and phone on the table as he sat down. K-9 shifted to the side, making space for him. Trick dragged a chair closer to the edge of the table and sat down.

I grabbed a golf club from the corner and swung it hard at his cigar box, the family crest, and every expensive object in his office. Karen screamed and fled the office, while Macro watched coldly, doing nothing. Until the office was in ruins, papers and shards of glass scattered everywhere, I dropped the club, panting. "Enough smashing?" he asked. "I still want to smash you." My phone lit up with a flight reminder. I fumbled to cover it, but it was too late. Macro's face darkened. "A flight? Where are you going?" "None of your business! I'm going on a beach trip with a hot guy, so what?" I snatched my phone and stormed out.