Page 4 of Sinful Lies
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Dia was gorgeous andwild and sung to my restless heart. We made a dangerous pair until the night I fucked it all up.
I need to get my shit together. These feelings are dangerous and the more I think about her, the further into the void I fall.
I need to find Cobra and Reaper so we can seal this deal and get the hell home. Club business calls. I’ve devoted the last ten years to this club and as the Vice President it’s my responsibility to make this shit happen. The only reason we didn’t discuss business last night and get back on the road is because Ace needed to recuperate from his fight.
The bed shifts when I stand and the blonde rolls over. Trying not to wake her, I get dressed as quietly as I can. I don’t need to start my day off with drama. With where my heads at, who knows what I said to her. I sure as fuck don’t remember any of it. It’s always the same story, no matter the club, these women whore themselves out hoping one of us assholes will make them an Ol’ Lady. It’s not her lucky day, even if I may have led her to believe she stood a chance. No matter how many women I fuck, there’s only one that I would ever want to be my Ol’ Lady. That’s part of the reason we’re here. Getting shot makes you question the choices you’ve made. While I laid on that damn road bleeding, I started second guessing my choice to not go back for Dia all those years ago. I almost died and never told her how I feel. I don’t know how Dia feels about me anymore. Ten years is a long time to be apart. I wouldn’t blame her if she hated me. I left her alone. I’m an asshole to every bitch I see, but Dia resenting me stings more than I care to admit. If Dia’s husband, Ben, is in this shit as deep as we think, I refuse to stand by and let him have the only woman I could ever love.
I shoot Cobra and Reaper a text to get their asses up and meet me in the main room. I want us damn good and ready when Kayne’s ready to talk. I slip my cut over my tee shirt and head downstairs. The smell of coffee wafts out of the kitchen and hits me like a brick. I didn’t realize how shitty I felt until now. As usual, I drank too much. At least I didn’t start a fight, that I know of anyway. Lately, it seems I have no control over my emotions. The more I try to suppress my feelings, the more I spin out of control. Drinking, fighting and fucking are the only ways I know to keep Dia off my mind, but it doesn’t take much for my thoughts to race again. I refuse to be a lovesick pussy, so I come off like a complete asshole.
Just outside the kitchen, I cross paths with Holly. Stryker, the Savage Saints Enforcer, introduced her last night as his Ol’ Lady. “You look like shit. Coffee’s hot.” She points toward the kitchen.
“Thanks.” I nod, keeping our interaction short. I’m not looking to piss off Stryker. That would not be the best way to strike up an alliance. If I fuck this up, Chainz will have my patch. I need to regain my self-control.
I find the coffeepot on the counter, pour a cup and make my way out to a table in the main room. It’s still early and the Savage Saints members are just stirring, but the bass from the music is thumping through the speakers, matching the thudding in the back of my head. I slump down into the chair and bring the mug to my lips, as Cobra and Reaper plop down on either side of me.
“Who do you have to fuck to get a cup of that?” Reaper growls, scrubbing his hand over his bald head. I narrow my eyes on him over the rim of the mug. They both look as fucked up as I feel.
I smirk as Stryker steps up behind him with murder in his eyes. “If you want to keep your balls, you get it yourself.”
Cobra lets out a low laugh, and I almost choke on my coffee. Reaper doesn’t talk much, but when he does, he’s usually saying the wrong fucking thing. “Sorry Stryker, the girls serve us back home.”
“Then go home,” Stryker growls and turns his focus. “Kayne will hear you out in Church. Twenty minutes.”
I nod and reach up, connecting my hand with the back of Reaper’s head. After taking another sip of my coffee, I feel the color crawling up my neck and the thudding in my head easing. My eyes absently follow the sway of some girl’s hips as she dances in front of our table, trying to catch my attention. I smirk at her attempt. She’s a pretty girl with long brown hair, big brown eyes and damn, does she know how to work that body like a pro. My cock hardens watching her dance. I’m a fucking man. Pussy makes me hard. Even though no pussy ever satisfied me, I won’t stop trying. I motion for her to come closer.
“What’s your name?” I ask her, gripping her hips.
“Amber.” She answers. I open my legs and guide her between them. She dips her hips, pushing closer to my hard cock. I’m about ready to bust out of my jeans when heavy footsteps behind me, cue’s me in that the members are heading to Church. I shift her back and stand, towering over her tiny body.
“Rain check, sweet thing.” I swat her ass, “Take care of this for me.” I slide the mug on the table closer to the edge. She mulls it over in silence for a minute and lets out a frustrated sigh, cleaning up our mess at the table while we follow the guys into Church.
Cobra, Reaper and I follow the others into Church, tossing our cell phones into the box by the door. Savage Saints members fill in the seats around the table, leaving three open for us at the end. Poison, Kayne’s Ol’ Lady, takes a seat next to us. No one says a word. She settles into the chair with the authority of the club’s first lady. I cock my brow and take a seat next to her. As strange as it is to have a woman at the table, if Kayne didn’t want her here, she wouldn’t be.
Kayne slams his gavel on the table, bringing the meeting to order. Kayne opens the meeting with an urgent matter for the club, but since it doesn’t pertain to us, I sit back and wait to be addressed. When he’s ready, Kayne looks my way. “What do you have for us?”
I lean forward, steepling my hands together in front of me. “My Prez, Chainz, found out some info which pertains to your club getting out from underneath Steam’s hold. He’d like to have a sit down with you and discuss details.”
“What kind of info?” Kayne clenches his jaw tight. Steam is a sore subject, but what Chainz has can only help.
“We’ve got that part handled. I don’t see what your Prez has that will help us,” Ace growls from across the table.
I cut my eyes at him. As a member of this club, I’ll give him the respect he deserves, but my deal is with Kayne. Ace needs to back the fuck down before I bolt out of this chair and go toe to toe with him a few rounds. He’s kidding himself if he thinks he’s the only mother fucker here that can throw a punch. Fuck, maybe I’ll put Cobra in the ring with him and see who’s standing longer. We aren’t a bunch of pussies to be pushed around. The Krymson Destroyers can handle their shit. The only reason we’re even here asking for an assist is because they’ve been up against the same threat.
I swallow my anger and mutter three words that send the Savage Saints into chaos, “Black Market Railroad.”
Choke on that Ace. I watch the tempers flare. The heat in the room rising to a full-on inferno while I fight the smirk growing on my face.
Kanye slams his gavel on the table, and everyone but him shuts the fuck up. “Speak before I send Ace and Stryker down there after you.”
Ace jumps to his feet. This guy has a short fuse. Cobra balls his fists at his side and Reaper cracks his neck, both ready to jump into action if this goes any further south. “There’ll be no need for that. If you can dig up some information on a guy we’re looking for and help us eliminate him, Chainz has agreed to help you with Steam.”
“What’s the motherfucker’s name.”
“Benjamin Cross. He’s the CEO of Cross Shipping and we think he’s involved with Steam.” I slide a piece of paper across the table toward Kayne. The one they call Rooster picks it up and leaves the room. Ace is still on his feet, looking for a fight until Kayne orders him to sit. Cobra clenches his fists so tight his knuckles are white. I hold my hand up, keeping him from jumping out of his seat and going on the attack. Everyone needs to calm the fuck down if our clubs are going to forge an alliance. We have enough enemies; we don’t need to make more.
“We’ll get the info you need,” Kayne agrees. “Are you sticking around until we do or leaving?”
