Sinner's Revenge (Sinner's Creed MC #2)(65)

“You’re getting married!”

“Having a baby!”

“You’re gay!”

“What?” I bark. “No! I’m not getting married or having a baby or . . . gay. Dirk has a sister,” I spit out. A long silence. “Hello?”

“A sister?” Okay . . . not the answer I was expecting.

“Yes. A sister. I just thought y’all would like to know. And maybe we could arrange to get together sometime and I can introduce y’all.” I hold my breath, listening to them whisper on the other end.

“Did he say sister? Yes he did! Ohmigod a sister! We have to meet her.”

“We would love that, Shady.”

I let out a sigh of relief and thank the ear gods for allowing me to keep my hearing. “Okay. Good. I’ll be calling soon.”

It takes them another five minutes just to say good-bye and by the time I hang up, I’m exhausted and need a drink.

I arrive at the bar just as Jimbo is walking out. He instructs me to pack a bag and tells me Rookie will be filling me in on where I’m going. I’m a little relieved to find out I’m flying back to Hillsborough. Our flight leaves within the hour and by dark I’m back in my cabin, feeling lonelier than ever. I hate that Diem isn’t here and that she hasn’t returned my texts or my calls.

Rookie grills us a burger and we watch reruns of westerns that just aren’t the same without her sitting in my lap. My recliner feels too big. My house is too quiet. And I start to ask Rookie to initiate an argument just so I can pretend it’s her.

At midnight my phone rings and Jimbo orders me and Rookie to go to Concord and shut down a Death Mob clubhouse that is still up and running. More than excited about the opportunity to do something to get my mind off Diem, my adrenaline is pumping before I even make it to my bike.

It’s the first time we’ve ever been able to fly our colors on the East Coast. Even though the ride only lasts an hour, it feels f*cking phenomenal as we pull into the clubhouse that will soon belong to us.

“Okay, boys, party’s over,” I announce to the group of men sitting around the card table inside.

My back stiffens and my smile widens when I recognize one of them as Fin, the chapter’s SA. Good. I’ll finally get to kill him. He stands, knocking his chair over and glowering down at me. Damn, he’s tall. “What the f*ck are you doing here?”

Being the smart-ass I am, I turn and point to the patch on my back. “Sinner’s Creed. I believe this is our territory now. Didn’t you get the memo?”

“Yeah, we got the memo that some bitch came in and took out Cyrus. But her ass has yet to show up here.”

I smirk. “Well, you’re lucky she didn’t. Instead, she sent me. Trust me; you don’t want that bitch here. She’s crazy.”

“Sounds like Sinner’s Creed still don’t know how to put a bitch in their place. Maybe I’ll teach you boys one day.” He gives me an evil grin before his eyes swing to Rookie. I’m livid and suddenly can’t wait to knock his teeth down his throat. One step in and I hear the sound of the safety being released on a gun. Shit. I should have counted them all. I turn slowly to see the old man behind the bar pointing a nine shakily at me.

“We don’t want no trouble,” he says, his voice quivering.

“Me either, old-timer. But—”

“Put the gun down.” My eyes move to the door and I see one of Diem’s goons standing there like a f*cking Mack truck, holding a .44 Magnum that looks tiny in his hands. The bartender lowers his gun just as Diem walks through the door.

“Seven and Seven, please.” I roll my eyes at her attempt to be polite. “Now, which one of you called me a bitch? Oh wait,” she says, feigning shock. Her finger moves back and forth between me and Fin, who’s still standing. “It was both of you.”

She walks closer to me, her heels clicking on the concrete floor. How does she get to be so powerful, such a bitch, and fine as hell? It wasn’t fair. “Did I upset you?” she asks, frowning. “The whole crazy bitch thing, isn’t that a bit much?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, sweetheart, I’m in the middle of conducting business,” I tell her, my rage rolling in waves down my body. Fin was my problem. We had a history, and I owed him something. Nobody was going to take that away from me. I don’t give a shit who they are.

Her cheeks redden with anger. “Don’t do that,” she snaps, giving me a deadly look.

“Do what?”

“Talk to me like I’m out of my league.”

I shoot her a wink, hoping my charm will warn her off. “I just meant I have this one covered, babe.”

She gives me a sardonic smile. “Well, babe. I can take it from here.” She’s beyond pissed. She’s f*cking livid. But so am I. And I don’t like being put in my place by anyone, especially a woman. This woman. My woman.

“Seriously, Diem, back the f*ck up. I don’t know what your problem is and I don’t care. This battle is mine,” I say between my teeth.

“My problem is you speaking to me like I’m beneath you. I don’t like it.” She’s close enough now I can smell the wine on her lips. I want to suck the taste right off her tongue, choke her out so I can handle my business, then f*ck her back to consciousness.