His Rebel Read Online Alexa Riley (Rebel #1)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Drama, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Rebel Series by Alexa Riley
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
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The chick who clocked me this morning has none of the qualifications The Regime prizes. But something about her knocked me on my ass, with or without that fist of hers.

When I get outside, I stop in my tracks. Immediately I recognize something. The dog.

There’s a big scruffy dog walking along the street, the same one I noticed this morning. It looks like it probably lives off scraps, but seeing it trotting along behind a pair of combat boots has my cock heating up. I scan upward, and sure enough, I spot raggedy fishnet stockings on a pair of long legs. The rest of her is hidden by a long hoodie, but I’d know that ass anywhere, and I also know what’s hiding under that hoodie.

“Well, fuck me,” I mutter, watching her walk away.

I debate for half a second whether to throw her over my shoulder right here on the spot or follow her home. I’m supposed to kill her, but I already know my decision on that. There are cameras everywhere, so I can’t be seen capturing her and not bringing her in. So instead of making a scene and risk getting caught, I follow her, knowing I’m already fucked by the decision I just made. I want her protected and I will break the rules to make that happen. I’ve never done something like this before today.

She walks the dog with no leash, and that alone is totally illegal. She doesn’t give a fuck and that makes me smile. She makes her way away from the hospital and to quieter, residential streets. Government workers live here. In fact, she takes me pretty close to my house. Where’s she going? Is she already on her way to another attack? The thought of her with another man has me growling low in my chest. I’m not going to let that happen. She’s mine. She laid that fate on herself this morning.

I speed up to get closer, thinking I can take her down before anything happens. She’s armed with my gun, and I don’t know what she’s capable of. I should call for backup, but I stop myself. I have only my smaller handgun strapped under my shirt, which she’d failed to notice this morning.

I could still call for backup now, but I don’t want anyone else involved or even near her. This is personal. She humiliated me in front my boss and the world. I have to take her down a peg. Several pegs, if necessary. At least enough to where she’s under me with my body pressed against hers. My boxer briefs tighten as I consider how to do that.

Shit, she’s close to my building now. In fact, it’s right there on the left. She’s slowing and I do the same. Then suddenly she’s stopping. Her back still to me. What the fuck is going on?

I pull out my phone and pretend to make a call. But as I keep my eyes on her, it rings in my hand. I hit the button and bring it to my ear.

“Hello?” I say, not taking my eyes off her.

“Hello yourself, dipshit.”

I watch as Insurgent Number One turns around holding a phone to her ear.

Chapter Three

Sylvia

I smile and wave at Brad from half a block away. How does he look even hotter after I punched him? Maybe because now he looks like he’s been in battle, giving him a little bit of a rough edge.

“Did you really think I was going to lead you back to my home?” I ask and try to fight a smile.

He’s staring back at me and he’s mad as hell. He looks grumpy because he got caught and something about that is adorable. Although it should probably be menacing. Why does it feel like we are flirting and why aren’t I scared of him?

“You saw me?” he asks in disbelief.

“Really?” I say, smothering my laugh. “You’re like six foot five and 250 pounds. You stand out a little. Like a caveman at a ballet.”

“You’re under arrest. Don’t move or I’ll shoot,” he orders, but for some reason there’s no power behind it. I know he won’t hurt me, which is fucking crazy.

“Have you forgotten that I have your pistol?”

He grunts before hanging up the phone. I watch as he lifts the hem of his shirt, revealing his hard abs, and pulls out a small handgun. He holds it loosely at his side and I swallow nervously. Oops.

Bo whines out of concern and stands his ground in front of me like a guard dog.

I hold up my hands as Brad walks toward me. My heart is beating faster with each step he takes. As he gets closer his scent hits my nose and I want to moan. He smells clean, with a hint of something sexy. It’s earthy and warm, and I want to rub myself against him so I can have the smell on me, too. It’s not what I expected from a Regime elite. I should hate everything about him, but instead I keep finding new things about him to marvel at.


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