Sinner's Revenge (Sinner's Creed MC #2)(91)

I shake my head. “See, this is why most of the brothers don’t have girlfriends. Y’all are like a pack of bloodsuckers. Y’all stick together and try to pick our brains for info and drain us dry.”

“That’s about the shittiest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” She leans back in her seat, jerking her hand from my arm.

Great. Now my woman is pissed too. Fuck girl power. “I’m just saying that their business is not our business. Maybe Rookie thought she couldn’t handle it. And that’s for him to decide.”

She whirls back around to face me. I can tell by her look, I’m fixing to be subjected to her wrath. “No, it’s for her to decide. But she can’t decide shit if she doesn’t know what she’s deciding.” Now I’m confused. “I know what it’s like to be kept in the dark.” She quirks an eyebrow at me, but really? It’s not like she was Mother Teresa.

I roll my eyes, knowing this is a fight I cannot win. “Whatever you say, Diem. But if this shit comes back to bite me in the ass, I’m biting yours.” Downing my drink, I motion for the flight attendant to bring me another. When she hands it to me, I shoot her a smile of thanks, and because Diem is already pissed, she takes it out of context.

“I saw that,” she mumbles, just as the same flight attendant starts speaking over the intercom. “I’ll choke that bitch with the phone cord.”

“What happened to you not wanting to be a monster?” I ask, keeping my voice low enough for only her to hear.

“Just because I don’t like slaughtering hundreds of men doesn’t mean I don’t get satisfaction out of killing a few deserving ones. Especially women who hit on my man.”

“Oh, for f*ck’s sake. Calm down.” Damn, she’s exasperating.

“You calm down,” she says, poking me in the ribs.

I groan, holding my side and eyeing the phone cord. Maybe I could choke her just long enough for her to pass out. I look over at Rookie, who is holding Carrie’s hand, kissing it reverently while she leans her head on his shoulder.

“Why can’t you be more like that?” I ask Diem, jerking my thumb toward the two lovebirds across the aisle.

“Because that would only make you like me.” I look at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue. Taking my drink from my hand, she downs it and smiles. “And what I’m looking for is love.”

She’s right—love for her is exactly what I have.


*

By the time we get to Jackpot, the sun is setting in the Nevada sky. It’s a beautiful September day that will likely turn ugly in a matter of minutes. A Prospect is there to pick us up, and the ride is silent back to the clubhouse.

Rookie keeps Carrie pressed tightly against his side. Even though we’re among family, he warns off every man we pass with a look. I don’t even hold Diem’s hand. Nobody but me is stupid enough to get involved with a crazy bitch like her. But I smile with pride knowing that she’s mine.

“Monica,” I greet, flashing a smile to her across the bar. I can feel Diem stiffen and my smile widens. “You remember Diem?” Looking down at Diem, I give her a look of warning. “Play nice.”

She walks past me, sliding on one of the barstools and reaching her hand out to Monica, who takes it, shooting me an uneasy look. Not knowing what else to do, I look back at Diem. Damn, I hope she doesn’t do anything stupid. “Nice to officially meet you, Monica. Although I think we spoke one time on the phone.” Shooting daggers at me, Diem drops her smile, gives me the finger, then turns back to Monica. “I’ll take a Seven and Seven.”

“Okay. What can I get for you, sweetie?” Monica asks Carrie, who takes the seat next to Diem. I notice Diem cringe at the endearment, and pray that Monica doesn’t use that sweetie talk on her.

“Surprise me,” Carrie says, clutching her purse a little tighter in her lap. Poor thing.

“This isn’t gonna end well, is it?” Rookie asks from beside me.

Shaking my head, I give him the truth. “Nope. Not at all.”


*

We leave the girls and join Nationals on the back patio. We stand, hug, shake hands, then I grab the blunt from between Chaps’s finger before taking a seat. “How’s the shoulder?” he asks, pointing toward my ridiculous sling that Carrie insisted I wear.

“It’s good. I’m a little stiff, but this helps.” I hold up the blunt with a smile.

“Got a call from Clark,” Jimbo starts, getting right down to business. “Says Diem is out. That true?”

I nod. “It’s true.”

“And Dorian?”

“That’s true too.”

“Well, that’s good news for us,” Chaps says, sitting back in his chair. “Heard form a source that he wasn’t taking much of a likin’ to Sinner’s Creed. I guess the more he thought about Cyrus’s speech, the more he thought Dirk’s death was our fault.”

“Your girl, she think like that too?” Jimbo leans forward, taking the blunt from my fingers.

“She’s out. Doesn’t matter what she thinks. But the answer is no. She holds no ill feelings toward Sinner’s Creed,” I tell them, making sure I look all of them in the eye so they can feel the full impact of what I’m saying. Diem’s name didn’t need to be brought up anymore. She wasn’t anybody’s business but mine.