Page 44 of Sinful Lies
I swing again, this time connecting with his gut. “You’re my fucking problem. I came for your patch.”
“You’re fucking Psychotic, Tank. You know that?”
“You don’t know the half of it.” I can feel my brothers pushing in on me. “You’re the reason my Ol’ Lady isn’t here and for that I want your fucking patch.”
“Chainz, is he serious?” The desperation in his voice doesn’t guilt me in the least. Chainz nods his head.
I draw my gun, locking the chamber in place. Denny shrinks back, shaking his head in disbelief. I stand over him, at least a foot taller and a hundred pounds of muscle larger than him and press the barrel against his sweating forehead. “Patch or bullet, your fucking choice.”
His hands tremble as he raises them, tugging the sleeves of his cut down over his arms. He tosses the cut at my feet, “This is a mistake.”
“I can live with it. Now get out of here. In fact, take your punk ass back to California because if I see you in town, I’ll do more than break your fucking nose.”
I keep my gun on him all the way out the door and into the parking lot. He’s cursing and mumbling as he mounts his bike and fires it up.
“Fuck you, asshole,” Denny yells over the rumble of his engine. His tires squeal when he burns out. Leaning too far to the right when he swerves around the van coming through the gate. He rights himself and guns it down the steep drive.
“Now what? Are we expecting company?” Fuel asks.
Our focus was on Denny’s exit, and we didn’t notice the bike pull in behind the van. Corbin steps out of the van with a bag in his hand and a look of confusion etched on his face. “Since when do you guys help unload groceries?”
“Since when do you bring home guests?” Chainz asks.
Corbin turns to look at the rider who breached the perimeter behind him and shakes his head, “They’re not with me.”
Immediately, Chainz and the other members pull their guns. After the night we had, we need to be prepared for anything. I’ve never seen this bike before. Its black paint fades into a deep purple at the top of the tank. The rider is dressed in black from head to toe. Even their helmet is black with a dark visor covering their face.
The rider swings a leg over the bike and climbs off. A pair of slender legs and knock out thighs lead to the perfect hips. I trade glances with the other men, waiting for the reveal of what we can now tell is a woman. Someone whistles and the others watch, mesmerized. The last thing on my mind is women, but I’m pulled to this mystery rider in a way I can’t explain. Slowly, the rider removes the helmet and long blonde strands fall around her shoulders as she places the helmet on the seat of the bike. She turns to face us and my heart slams against my chest. My blue-eyed Angel shoots a heart-stopping smile at me. I rush to her side, cupping her face in my hands. Tipping her head up to bring her eyes to mine, “I thought you were dead.”
“I’m sorry I made you worry. It’s a long story but I can explain.”
I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s never looked more beautiful or badass. My angel has a little bit of devil in her. “Start by explaining this.” I tip my head in the bike's direction. “You ride?”
“I started riding when you left. It made me feel closer to you.”
“That’s so fucking sexy.” I capture her lips in an earth-shattering kiss. She tastes so fucking sweet, I could swallow her whole.
“Come inside and tell us everything.” I take her hand in mine.
Her other hand clamps on my wrist. “Tank, I have to tell you something first. It can’t wait.” She inhales a deep breath. Her hands are trembling against my skin, “Thomas Hayes is dead.”
I stare at her, stunned. “My father? How?”
“I shot him.” A small voice answers from somewhere beside us. We all turn toward the van, where a young girl slides out of the back.
“Jules?” Dia drops my hand and hurries to the side of the kid and pulls her into a hug. They’re both crying as we all stand there, confused as hell.
“I’m sorry. I thought he killed you.” The kid sobs in Dia’s arms. “I heard him say the Krymson Destroyers and didn’t know where else to go.”
“You did the right thing. I’m glad you’re safe.”
I clear my throat and scratch my chin, “I’m going to need someone to explain what the hell is going on here.”
Dia takes Jules under her arm and wraps the other around my waist, “We have a lot to talk about.”
