Chapter Six
ELIZABETH
My breathing is frantic as I watch him leave, my mind racing. I’m in deeper than I planned already, and I know it. But I can’t back down now, not when I’m so close to the truth. Whatever it takes, I’m going to find out what happened to Marcus. And if that means getting closer to Sin, then so be it.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins, and I have to prod him for more information. I want to understand his mindset, the decisions he makes, and the lines he’s willing to cross.
Panic rushes through me as Sin is about to enter the clubhouse.
I don’t want to let this go just yet—not for tonight anyway.
“Why didn’t you push back against them?” I yell across the lot, making Sin pause at the clubhouse doors. The group started to disperse, but with my question, they all stop, their eyes darting between their president and me.
Sin turns to face me. His eyes narrow as he studies me. “You think every problem is solved by throwing punches, wildcat?”
I fold my arms, leaning back against my car. “I think if someone challenges you, you should stand your ground.”
Sin moves quickly, his thumping boots like lead weights storming against the concrete.
The space between us is narrowing until the heat of his body against mine is like a raging inferno.
“I did stand my ground. My people are safe, and we walked out without anyone getting hurt, including civilians. That is what fucking matters!”
I hold his gaze, unwilling to look away, even though my heart pounds at his closeness. “So, it’s just about survival?”
Sin’s lips quirk up slightly, but there’s no humor in his eyes. “It’s always about survival, Elizabeth.” He reaches out and taps my forehead with two fingers, gentle but firm. “Remember that.”
I take a breath, trying to steady myself, but before I can respond, Sin turns and walks back to his bike. He swings a leg over, glancing over his shoulder, his eyes glinting under the clubhouse lights in my direction. “You want a firsthand look at club life. Get on the bike, Elizabeth.”
I blink like a deer caught in the headlights, my clit tingling instantly at how alpha and demanding that was.
So. Fucking. Sexy.
Snap out of it! You have a job to do.
“Excuse me? What are you trying to do? Sound like Rio from Good Girls?” I mock him, “Get on the bike, Elizabeth. Next, you’ll be having me clean money for you.” I laugh at my own joke.
But Sin stares at me blankly like I just spoke to him in some riddle. “Huh? I have no fucking clue what you just said, and as a club, we don’t and never have cleaned money, so I don’t know why the fuck you would suggest that—”
“No, I didn’t mean…” Frustrated, I add, “Oh, for God’s sake, it’s a joke from a TV seri—”
“Get. On. The. Fucking. Bike. Elizabeth!” he demands, his eyes locked onto mine so fiercely that I have no choice but to obey him.
The idea of getting on a bike with Sin is both thrilling and terrifying, which I think is what makes it so enticing.
I take a deep breath, step forward, my hand resting on his shoulder, and swing my leg over the bike, settling in behind him.
“Confession,” I whisper as I edge forward into him, not knowing where to put my arms.
He glances over his shoulder at me, his hands sliding out, grabbing my arms, pulling them around his waist. For some reason, it feels like I was always meant to be here.
A soft chuckle escapes him as he grins at me.
“You haven’t ridden on the back of a bike before.
” It’s a statement, not a question, as he spoils my confession for me.
Exhaling, I hold him probably tighter than I should. “How did you know?”
He chuckles, facing back to the front. “A biker can always tell…” He starts the Harley, the engine roaring to life beneath me.
A small gasp escapes my lungs as I cling even tighter to him.
“You want to know what it’s like to be a part of the club?
How can you get a true feel for it if you haven’t been on a bike?
If you want to understand how we operate, you need to understand the adrenaline of feeling freedom.
You won’t get it if you can’t feel it for yourself.
” Sin looks back at me, his eyes filled with challenge.
“Hold on, Elizabeth. And remember, this is my world. You’re merely visiting. ”
He revs the engine, the bike’s vibrations thrumming through my body. The sensation is jarring at first, and then he takes off at breakneck speed, the wind whipping past me, sending my hair flying in all directions.
“Wait… I need a helmet!” The words tear out of me, half-scream, half-laugh, ripped away by the wind the moment they leave my mouth.
The air lashes at my face, sharp and wild, and instead of shrinking from it, I tip my head back and let the chaos in.
My heart slams against my ribs, blood pumping so hard it feels like it might break through my skin.
The scream that bursts out, twists into a laugh, reckless and alive, vibrating in my chest until it feels like I might shatter from the force of it.
Sin’s chest shakes beneath my palms. I feel his silent laughter rather than hear it, as it’s swallowed up by the roar of the engine.
We slice between headlights and brake lights, the city blurring around us in streaks of neon and chrome.
My breathing comes in hard and fast, not from fear but from the sheer rush of it, my lungs unable to keep up with the storm inside me.
My instinct takes over, and I press tighter, my thighs gripping his legs, causing heat to spark low in my body.
My clit throbs with every pulse of the engine beneath me, and I don’t know if it’s the speed, the danger, or the sexy-as-literal-sin biker I’m wrapped around that’s driving me insane.
Maybe it’s all of it, crashing together in one unstoppable wave.
Whatever it is, it’s addictive—a high I never want to come down from.
The city blurs around us, neon lights flashing in my peripheral vision as we speed through the Vegas streets.
I focus on Sin—the strength in his back, the steady way he guides the bike through traffic, the controlled power in every movement.
I try to convince myself that it’s just part of the job, and I’m here to gather information.
But I can’t deny the way my heart races for reasons that have nothing to do with fear.
The engine’s roar drowns out my thoughts until we finally reach the outskirts of Vegas. The desert stretches out on either side of us, an endless expanse of darkness lit only by the dim glow of the moon.
My heart pounds frantically as Sin slows the bike, eventually pulling over to the side of the road.
He kills the engine, and the sudden silence is almost deafening.
But then a long, mournful howl of a coyote splits through the stillness, followed by a chorus of yips echoing across the sand.
I snap my head, looking out at the vast darkness of desert nothingness.
The sound prickles along my skin, sharp and eerie, like invisible claws dragging down my spine.
I tighten my grip on Sin instinctively, my gaze darting into the shadows where the desert seems to breathe and shift.
“They’re close,” I whisper, half afraid to say it too loud, like it might draw them out.
Sin glances back at me, the corner of his mouth quirking with quiet confidence.
“They’re more scared of us than we are of them, wildcat.
” His voice is steady, grounding, a calm that cuts through the unease curling in my stomach.
“Coyotes don’t come near unless they’re desperate.
And trust me, they don’t wanna mess with us. ”
I let out a breathy laugh, though it sounds thinner than I’d like.
“You sure you didn’t drag me out here to feed me to them?
Is this where you bury your bodies?” The words are playful, but the way my heart kicks at the thought that he might be leading me to my untimely demise after seeing him at odds with his enemies does filter through my mind.
His grin curves slow and sharp, catching in the moonlight.
“Coyotes leave scraps behind… I don’t.” The weight in his voice makes my stomach twist, a chill running straight through me.
Then he chuckles low, almost too casual.
“But don’t worry, wildcat, if I were gonna bury you, I wouldn’t pick a spot this obvious. ”
My laugh stutters, caught somewhere between nervous and thrilled.
I can’t tell if he’s joking or dead serious.
But before I can figure it out, he swings a leg off the bike, his voice shifting like he’s flipping a switch. “C’mon. I wanna show you something.” He extends a hand to help me off.
Hesitantly, I take it, the warmth of his skin sending a jolt through me as my heels sink slightly in the sand. I steady myself, and I look around, confused. “What are we doing out here, Sin?”
He gestures to the horizon, where the lights of Vegas twinkle in the distance.
His hand sinks into his jeans pocket, pulling out a poker chip as he shifts it with ease between his fingers.
“This is what it’s about, Elizabeth. The freedom.
The open road. Everything we fight for. It’s for moments like this.
When you can look back at the shit you’ve been through and know you’re still standing…
and that you have an entire brotherhood to stand right beside you. ”
I peer out at the city, the lights flickering like a mirage. There’s something almost poetic about it, the idea of fighting for freedom in a place built on indulgence and illusion. I turn to Sin, my eyes searching his. “Is that what keeps you going? The freedom?”
Sin’s gaze shifts, his expression hardening slightly. “It’s part of it. But for me, it’s about family. It’s about making sure the people who stand beside me make it out alive.”