Page 108 of One Night with the Biker

A single nod was my reply.

“Well, Cyndie, I’m feeling nice tonight. Hop in your car, get the fuck away from here, and don’t tell anyone what you saw.”

Niceness wasn’t the only reason I was letting her go, but also just how much she reminded me of my little sister.

“Oh, and look in the bottom left drawer of his dresser, sweetheart,” I instructed, recalling that Kite kept cold hard cash in his sock drawer.

He always relied on the club girls to clean his house, and more than once, I’d heard them gossip about the amount of money he kept in that particular drawer.Hewouldn’t have use for it anymore, and Cyndie needed an incentive to be quiet.

I cocked a brow when she didn’t immediately comply. “Go on, open it.”

Her bottom lip wobbled, and I’m sure she thought someway, somehow, I was setting her up. Still, she complied, gasping when she stumbled across the money. She looked back at me, completely bewildered.

“D-do you want me to hand it to you?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Nope. It’s yours.”

Some of her fear faded. After a moment of hesitation, she took as many bands as she could.

“What’s the catch?”

“Your silence, because taking that money means you’re now an accomplice. Now run along, sweetheart, before I change my mind.”

She didn’t have to be told twice, taking the rest of her belongings, the money, and hurrying the fuck out of there.

A minute after she left, I exited the same way I entered. DeLuca was waiting with the getaway ride, while Tio had stayed behind at the motel. He’d been arguing on the phone, screaming at London, after Bash informed him of another escape attempt. Mentally, I applauded her guts but also worried about the consequences. Tio cared enough about her to not want her dead, but he wasn’t above laying hands on her. Nor was Bash. His violence towards women was my biggest gripe with him.

Perhaps when I blew up the Bloody Scorpions, I’d add their names to my list. Immediately, I dashed the idea, knowing that it’d be a suicide mission. I might’ve had a few screws loose, but Bash and Tio were on another level.

“Took you long enough,” Easton mumbled as I slid into the passenger seat.

I rolled my eyes as I buckled up. “I was gone less than ten minutes.”

“Who was the girl?” he asked, changing topics.

“Some chick Kite was fucking. Paid her to keep her mouth shut.”

He glanced at me, something like respect brewing in his gaze. “You don’t kill women.”

“Don’t like harming those weaker than me,” I replied, fishing my phone out of the cupholder.

There were some exceptions to that rule, almost always because of Ainsley. No one fucked with her without consequences.

DeLuca fell silent and turned up the music’s volume, allowing Michael Jackson’s vocals to echo through the vehicle. Surprisingly, Easton was a huge fan of the King of Pop. I didn’t mind one bit, as his choice of music reminded me of my mother. She, too, was a Moonwalker.

Bobbing my head to the beat, I opened up the app that allowed me to peer into my home’s camera. Ainsley hadn’t returned since those fuckers had broken in. No one else had infringed on my space, but I was still glad that she was gone. It burned me up knowing she was under the protection of a Royal Bastard, the hatred of their organization ingrained in me, even as I worked on destroying the Bloody Scorpions.

And yet, I felt gratitude for Reese Sinclair, thankful that someone was looking out for Ainsley. As long as he kept her safe and provided for her, I’d accept him into our family once I made up with my little sister. I wanted what was best for her, and if that was Sinclair, I’d give my blessing.

Chi Chi was waiting for me in the van. I don’t think he ever got out, not that it mattered to me. I was too angry to care. AfterJinx set aside her plans for Louisiana and I tried to save him on her behalf, he betrayed her.

“I still got to get gas, Ainsley,” Chi Chi reminded me after a few minutes of driving and pulling into a little gas station with a small store and old pumps. “Do you need anything? I’m getting myself a pop. Want one?”

“I’ll have apple juice or orange juice. If they don’t have that, I’ll have milk.”

He smiled. “Okay—”

A bullet to the head cut him off. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell against the door.

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