2. Sin
SIN
This fucking crazy woman.
If she wasn’t Reaper’s sister, looking like a damn goddess with golden hair halfway down her back, the darkest blue eyes I’ve ever seen, and lips that could put a grown-ass man like me on his knees, I’d throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my bed. No doubt she’d be kicking and screaming.
A fucking angel, that’s what she is.
An angel I’ve tried to rid from my system for years.
Trouble is? This angel comes with a dirty mouth and too much baggage.
I wasn’t kidding. Sapphire gets into altercations quicker than I can blink. Exhibit A: She’s been in town merely a few hours, and she almost started a riot.
I admit that chick’s nose breaking was sweetly satisfying, considering she was the one who was picking the fight. And the way Sapphire took down that big oaf? I have to give her a gold star for impact.
The issue is, Sapphire knows she’s all that, so giving her any credit will just go to her head.
After I hand the keys over to Squirrel, she drags her feet—in true Stiletto style. Damn, those killer hot-pink heels make her legs look like she belongs on a damn runway. They could be a fucking weapon if I’ve ever seen one; the spike on the heel looks deadly.
My dick, already hard from her wrapping that sweet-as-fuck body around me, doubles in fucking size when my mind short-circuits to us in bed, her wearing only those heels.
“You’re a buzz kill.” She sighs.
“And you’re a pain in the ass. We don’t need any trouble with the Dirty Crows. Those dickwads you took down are associated with them.”
The Dirty Crows MC are a rival gang across town. Any excuse to start a fucking war and they’d take it.
“You’d think I just kicked the damn club prez in the nuts or something,” she complains. “Get a grip.”
“Just as bad. He’s a brother.”
“He didn’t have a cut or a patch. How was I meant to know that?”
“Shut up and keep moving.”
“You know, I don’t have to do what you say,” she balks. “I’m only coming with you because I can’t get back there to retrieve my stuff.”
“Told you. Prospects will get your shit. I don’t wanna hear anythin’ else come outta your mouth.”
“Let me guess, you’re gonna go running to Wrath and squeal like a little girl?”
Wrath is my club Prez, and she’s already stepping out of line even talking like that.
I move closer, making her flinch. Sapphire has no clue, but I’ve kept my eye on her over the years. Not just as a favor to Reaper, who worries about her, but also because I can’t fucking help myself.
“Not gonna do shit if you keep your cool in here.”
She spins to face me. “You’re still the same, grumpy as ever. I know how MC’s work, I’m in one.”
“Yeah? Well, you’re the same sassy little wise ass who hasn’t learned to cool her temper.”
“That bitch got in my face. She actually thought I wanted that fat piece of shit boyfriend of hers.” She makes a disgusted sneer. “Do I look desperate to you?”
I step closer, and she doesn’t pull back. “What’s really goin’ on? Rumor has it, the Stilettos are under threat, is that true?”
She frowns. “No. We have it under control.”
A few weeks back, Diamond told Wrath the club had been propositioned by some asshole neighbor who wants to buy her out and use her land to build some monstrosity.
A fucking resort, no less, and this Lanzetti dude has been paying other landowners off under the table.
Ever since she turned them down, Lanzetti has used threatening tactics to try to flush them out and get their way.
It’s almost comical, because we all know how stubborn Diamond can be. Add Sapphire into the mix, and you’ve got yourself one hell of a shitstorm. These women aren’t to be messed with.
They may look hot and glamorous, in their leather cuts, stilettos, and red fucking lipstick, but we all know Diamond’s fury knows no bounds. And Sapphire? She’s a damn spitfire from way back.
I pique a brow, matching her stance. “Really? Sounds like they’re trying to weed you out.”
“Not gonna happen.”
I switch subjects because this is getting us nowhere. “You eaten?”
She deadpans, “Why, are you going to feed me now?”
What I want to do is feed her my dick, right down her fucking throat. That’d shut her up.
I shift my stance, my erection becoming uncomfortable against my zipper. I pray she doesn’t glance south of the border. “Just askin’ a simple question, cupcake, no need to get your panties all worked up.”
She hates that nickname, and a sick part of me revels in the way her eyes narrow when she hears me say it. “Hilarious.”
The muffled sounds of music coming from inside are quickly heightened when the doors open swiftly. One of my club brothers, Punk, steps out, a busty brunette on his arm.
Punk stops when he sees us, then shakes his head. “Better watch your back, bro.” He laughs, passing us. “That one has a temper.”
“How the fuck would you know?” Sapphire shouts after him.
I hold the door open. “I guess you have a reputation around here. Can’t think why.”
She ducks under my arm, cussing as she does, and I grin behind her back.
Once inside, I glance around, looking for Reaper. When I don’t see him, I turn back. Sapphire is already at the bar, ordering shots. When I sidle up beside her, she turns to me.
“I think you need this more than I do. Look at you, you’re all flustered. I thought you were the Sergeant at Arms?”
I grind my teeth. This woman is asking for it. “I’m lookin’ for Reap if you must know. If he sees me with you, he’ll?—”
“He’ll what?” she challenges. Her eyes on mine, she tips back the shot, not even wincing when the tequila slides down her pretty throat. “I’m a big girl, Alexander. I can do what I want, when I want. I don’t need his permission.”
I glare at her, and she raises my shot glass to her lips. I snatch it out of her hand, swallowing it in record time. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”
“You’ve said that already.” She waves to the bartender for another round. “Sing a different tune.”
The balls on this woman walking into my clubhouse, ordering the bar staff around, and drinking our booze? Lucky she’s Reaper’s sister, and everyone around here knows her, or there would be hell to pay.
Before I can give her a taunting reply, I feel hands planted on my ass. Somebody gives it a squeeze. “Sin, baby, there you are!”
I cringe at the pet name.
I turn to find Melody, barely dressed, with a glint in her eyes that only spells one thing.
I don’t like being man-handled, and she knows better than that.
We’ve fucked several times, but she acts like she’s my ol’ lady, and she isn’t.
She’s just a sweet butt who balls every single guy in the place, and now she’s latching on.
“The fuck?” I bark as her hands travel up my chest.
“Oh, come on, it’s been forever.” She flicks her eyes to Sapphire. “You won’t mind if I steal him away, do you honey?”
Oh, fuck no.
I expect Sapphire to tell her to go right ahead. Hell, they may even share a shot together with sisterly camaraderie. How wrong can a man be?
Instead, Sapphire’s eyes have turned ice cold as she glares at Melody’s hands roaming over my chest. I grab her wrists with both hands, effectively removing them, and she pouts.
“How about you fuck off out of my face before I do to you what I just did to the chick at the Iron Stone?” Sapphire challenges her with a smirk. “And trust me, that was a ten-grand nose job by the time I was done.”
Melody’s eyes grow wide. She’s not a fighter. She just struts her stuff, thinking that’ll get her by in life. “Wow, she’s a feisty one, Sin.” She shifts her gaze back to me. “If you want to fuck later, you’ll know where I’ll be.”
I open my mouth to speak, but Sapphire pipes up for me, “The only place he’ll be tonight, sugar tits, is banging my head against his headboard! And when he’s done doing that, I’ll be riding his big-ass cock until everyone in this clubhouse knows my name because I can make him scream. Got it?”
“Oh, I-I didn’t know you were a thing,” she stammers.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Sapphire,” I warn, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Enough!”
She smirks when Melody takes off, muttering.
“You should hold out for someone a little classier,” Sapphire remarks, moving back to the bar. “I mean, bras were invented for a reason.”
I can’t stop thinking about what she just fucking said about riding my dick and knowing how to make me scream. My dick is raging at me to do something. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you?”
“Oh, come on, I saved you from that skank, you should be thanking me,” she tosses back.
“Upstairs. I’m not leavin’ you here.”
If I’m not mistaken, her lips twitch a little when she passes me another shot. “Why can’t I stay here alone? Everyone’s too preoccupied to notice me.”
How fucking wrong she is.
“You know why, and Reap isn’t here.”
“Because I might get hit on by a big ol’ biker?”
“You’re a comedian tonight. You know the drill: if Reap isn’t here, and you’re not claimed, the guys will be all over you.”
She shrugs. “I haven’t had sex in a while, maybe I’ll get lucky.”
My blood boils, and there’s practically steam coming out of my ears. Sapphire downs her waiting shot, barely gulping the liquid before I’m hauling her over my shoulder and heading across the room for the stairs.
There are cheers and hollers as I begin to climb.
Sapphire thumps my back, yelling like a damn alley cat to put her down, but I ignore her.
It’s white noise. If I gag her, I wonder whether she’ll forgive me for it in the morning?
Fuck knows I’m not gonna get any sleep with her in my room.
And she will be in my room. It’s the only place I can keep her safe.