Sin

by Torrie Robles

  “She’s asleep and I had shit to take care of with my brother.” I leave him where he is and head into the shop. I need to wrap my mind around what can possibly happen with Tyson and the only way I can distract myself from not seeking him out and ripping him in two is to throw myself into my work.

  “What’s eating at you?” Lick’s voice comes from behind me.

  I cross my arms over my chest as I face him. “What’s your plan for Redding?”

  “My plan?” He runs his hand over the smooth skin of his head. “You know, what we agreed. I’m scaring the shit out of that pussy boy. Enough that he’s going to be running home, crying to his mommy.”

  “That’s it?” I ask.

  “That’s it. That girl you’re so hung up on is Fury now, so that means I’m going to listen and do what my Prez wants. But I’m telling you, man, if this was just for some other bitch, someone who hasn’t been claimed then I wouldn’t give two shits about her. Pussy isn’t worth it, man. None of them are. I’m not saying your girl is like that. I aint seen no reason to think that, which surprises the shit outta me because my history has shown me something different. But Savannah isn’t like the bitches that have been in and outta my life. I’m used to bitches that use you until they don’t need you anymore. All they want is to meet their own personal agendas and they use the sweet smell of their cunts and the softness of their tits to get it.”

  I know that Lick has his own demons. He hasn't had the best role models with the women in his life. His sister took off the day she turned thirteen to follow a guy who she said she loved. The only other female in his life is my mother and he even keeps his distance from her. I understand where he’s coming from with his outlook, but not all women are like that. I’ve seen it. I’ve lived with the proof that Lick just got the short end of the stick when it comes to good females.

  I think twice before I hand the letter over to him. He hesitates, and then takes it from me. “Somehow, Savannah got this letter from him. She came back from my mom’s house with it in her hand. She’s scared, even though she won’t admit to even having the letter.”

  “You don’t know where she got it?”

  “No. She is with Jenni at my mom’s house and then in my room.”

  “You don’t think that Jenni bitch planted it or just gave it to her?”

  “No, I don’t. Over these past few months, Savannah has told me enough about Jenni that I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty that Jenni did not give her that.” He stares at me. “No, my mother has nothing to do with it either.” He nods.

  “There isn’t another explanation as to how it got into your mom’s house. Who’s on duty tonight?”

  “Bubba.” I turn and unlock the door to the shop. Once the light comes on, I grab my tablet and fire it up. I need to create, to be able to control something, to hone my frustrations into something positive and not destructive. I glance up and see Lick hovering at the entrance. “I know you don’t give a shit about the women in my life. But here’s the thing, there never really has been a woman in my life until now and I’m telling you that I’ll do anything to keep them both safe. I need you to help me with that.”

  “What are you asking, Sin?”

  “I need Redding taken out. I need your lesson to go a little too far and this one problem to be taken care of permanently.”

  “You know I can’t go against the wishes of your brother. If he tells me to finish him, then so be it. But if it doesn’t go that way, then it’s not going to go that way. You get me? I’m indebted to your brother and this club for more reasons than I can count. My loyalty lies with him. I can’t go against the club. I won’t...”

  “I love her. I need to protect them. I need to do something. I can’t just sit here and wait to see what Redding does next. You know?”

  “I don’t know shit, Sin. I don’t know where you’re coming from and I don’t plan on it. You’ve found yours, a good girl. I’m not knocking that one bit, but I’m not gonna play like I get where you’re coming from because I don’t. You’re a loyal man. I know you’ve never given two shits for the club because you’d rather be elsewhere, but me, this whole thing is my life, what I live for because I aint got anything else. I’m the last person you should ask to go against the wishes of your brother. But like I said, if he tells me, then I’m your man. But if it doesn’t go the way you’d like, don’t waste your breath asking me to do otherwise again.”

  He turns and walks out of the shop.

  The sun’s filtering through the dark curtains of Sin’s room. My eyes flutter open and I stare at the man who has completely accepted me for me. His back’s towards me, the angel tattoo that covers it entirely stares back at me. Under the ink of his tattoo, his flesh is riddled with shiny scars and puckered skin. Hundreds of pieces of metal were moved from his body seven years ago. He told me that the scars were still fresh when he made the club tattoo artist inflict more pain by etching the angel into his skin. I’m sure it is another way to punish himself for thinking he’s to blame for the men he lost. He can’t be more wrong. He feels the angel holds some sort of relevance. The watcher of his sins.

  I snuggle up to him and play the moments of last night through my head. The look on his face as I knelt before him, begging him to give into me, just this once. How he tasted on my lips. The feel of his shaft on my tongue. How I was able to unravel him. Sin, the man who controls so much of his life, was completely at my mercy while I sucked him off. If only he’d let me taste him, fully. I smirk at the thought.

  My hand travels around his rib cage with gentle touches. His breath hitches so I stop. I don’t want to wake him; I just want to play a bit. As his breathing evens out I continue my travels down south until I come to his hardening length. My mouth waters and I take the girth of him in my hand. I need to feel him in my mouth again, to taste the saltiness of his cum. I scoot back slightly hoping that instinctually he’ll roll onto his back. A couple more stretched strokes of my hand and he moans as he rolls, just as I wanted him to. His shirtless, sleeping form is something I’ll never get tired of viewing. The taut plains of his abs, the slight dusting of hair under his bellybutton. Every indention, dip, freckle of skin is perfection to my eyes. “What do you think you’re doing down there?” His voice is heavy with sleep.

  I peer up to see his hands behind his head, eyes still closed, and a soft smile of satisfaction on his face. “Nothing.” I say playfully. I take another pass over his hardness. I can see the moisture of pre-cum seep into the fabric of his boxers.

  “I don’t think it’s nothing, sugar. I think it’s the opposite of nothing, because from where I’m at, it’s a whole bunch of something.”

  I move my body as close as my stomach will let me and place soft kisses along the skin of his stomach. I take the waist of his boxers and pull them away from his body. “Relax.” I say.

  I sit up and use both hands to slide his boxers down his hips to his knees. Without hesitation, I lean down and take him into my mouth. He hisses at my action and I love that I have this effect on him. I stiffen my tongue and run it up and down his shaft. I swirl the tip and take him completely in my mouth until I feel him at the back of my throat. “Damn it, sugar.” I continue the pattern, increasing pressure at times and making my movements gentle at others. I’m still trying to gage what he likes more, but for now, my mouth on him seems to satisfy him more than I am hoping for. “I’m sure glad that gag reflex is nonexistent while you’re got my dick in your mouth because you suck cock like a champ, baby.” The fact that I can do this without wanting to get sick hasn’t gone unnoticed by me.

  I pull away from him making a ‘pop’ sound. “Maybe your dick in my mouth is just want the doctor ordered.’

  He chuckles. “I’m not sure Doc would agree with you, but we can keep this exercise between the two of us.” I don’t respond with words. I only take him back into my mouth. “Savannah.” He warns. I know he’s close because I felt his ball draw up. His hips back to meet my suction. “
Savannah.” He tries to pull me from him. “I’m gonna come in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

  “So come.” I mumble around his dick.

  “Savannah.”

  “Please.” I beg. I take him deeper and as I do, I swallow. This action sets him off because I feel the warmth of his release hit my throat. I pull back slightly, trying to gather myself as my eyes water. I work at keeping everything in my mouth as I swallow him down.

  “Christ.” He pulls me up and kisses me. His tongue enters my mouth and I know he can taste the tang of him that still lingers. “Fuck,” he says. “I can taste my cum in your mouth.”

  “Sorry.” I’m a bit embarrassed and the once confident Savannah is met with the shy side.

  “Don’t be.” He smiles. “Me wrapped in the sweetness of your kiss. It will be the second best fucking flavor in the world.”

  “Second?” I question.

  He looks me straight in the eyes and responds. “The first being when I have your cum on my tongue.” He proceeds to do just that.

  Jury is a packed house today. Every member of our charter is in attendance, plus my Mom and Savannah sitting to the side. Louie is scheduled be there in thirty minutes. Having him and two of his members will only add to the tension that I’m already feeling. “Why are we involving them, again?” I ask Cut.

  “I need to get a sense as to what we’re dealing with,” he answers.

  “We already know that his kid being taken is legit. Dyke confirmed this already. This should be a typical club meet and not involving the females.” I argue.

  “It’s already been decided and the matter is closed.” He says back. “Hawk.” He looks over to my best friend, “I need you to watch him, don’t take your eyes off of him. He’s going to know my mom, but if things are right, he’s not going to know Savannah and therefore he should have no reaction to her. If he's working with Redding, I’m sure his body language is going to give him away.” He scans the table. “We aren’t dealing with this situation as a MC. We’re dealing with it as bounty hunters, meaning that our people skills and what we look for when we bring jumpers in is in full force.”

  I glance to my mom and she looks uncomfortable. Club business is something she walked away from years ago. This isn’t her time or her issue and it pisses me off that she’s still caught up in all this. I wish she would pack her bags and go somewhere where the curse of being part of the club can’t touch her. She’s lost too much because my dad chose to live a life in a MC. She stayed because she loved him. She supported his dreams and because of that, she’s lived the past several years in a nightmare full of death and heartache.

  Savannah’s face is full of apprehension. Those pouty lips, which were wrapped around my cock not too long ago, are in a thin straight line. Her brows crease as she sits in deep thought. I still haven’t mentioned the letter to her, and I’m not going to. I dropped it back on the floor last night when I came back to the room. I noticed this morning, that once I was showered, it was gone. Does it bother me that she’s keeping it from me? Yes. But I know her and she’s going to do whatever she can to rid me of any more stress. She thinks she’s harboring this burden of Redding by herself. What she doesn’t get is that she’ll never have to do anything by herself again.

  A knock on the door tells us it’s time. “He’s here.” Cut announces. Chairs slide along the wood floors as everyone shifts in their seats. A prospect opens the door and in walks Louie Jr. along with his VP and SIA. The resemblance to his father is uncanny. It’s like looking at the man I used to see as a kid. Our territory lines were clear, but it isn’t perfect and as a child, I liked to push the lines and there were times when I went where I shouldn’t have. Mostly because I was following Cut around. “Louie.” Cut regards him.

  “I want to thank you for helping me out.” He says as he continues to stand near the entrance of the room. He glances around the room, his eyes passing over Savannah without a flinch and landing on my mom, which causes me to give a small smile. He completely ignored her, which tells me that Redding does not have him or the Diablos in his pocket. “Bianca.” The fact that he regards my mother doesn’t sit well with me. My fists clench and it takes everything in me not to stand and rip the throat from his body.

  “Louie.” She says. “It’s been a long time, mijo.”

  “Yes, it has.” His voice is full of regret. He turns back around and faces my brother. “I know I’m the last person you want here, and the last one you would want to help, but like I’ve stated before, I’m out of options. There's no way in hell that I’m going to allow this bastard to keep my daughter. She’s been gone too long and I’m done with the waiting.”

  “We’ll get her.” Cut reassures him.

  “No disrespect, but I’m not willing to take your word on the safety of my daughter. I won’t believe that until she’s safely back at home with me, her mother and the rest of her family.” He takes a deep breath. “Look. I know you have no responsibility to help me. I know the only reason why you’re even entertaining the idea is because I have something you want. I’m good on my word. I understand the hell my father has brought to your family. I know the struggles you’ve dealt with because of his actions. If I were able, I would have handed him over a long time ago. But it wasn’t my choice. Just like you, I live by a code and a set of rules. The only reason why it’s an option now is because I’ve pleaded my case and my club loves my little girl as though she is their own.”

  His description of the love his club has for his daughter is just how the members were with Sienna. She may have only had one father, but she had many uncles who would have laid down their life for her. One did. Hawk’s father lost his life because he was part of the raid that killed a couple of their club members. Him seeking vengeance for what they did to my sister and father cost him his life.

  That’s the past. I have to remember that, and let it go and move on. My mind shifts to the little girl that Savannah is carrying. Will she have the same love surrounding her as Louie’s daughter has? Will the club be able to protect her? Many kids have grown up in the shadow of the club, but around here, it’s mostly been boys. Sienna only had Tessa growing up and Tessa’s family wasn’t a part of this life. She and her three brothers stayed far away from the MC. They never seemed to have any interest in it. Because of that, Sienna was surrounded mostly by the boys and men.

  “This isn’t just about righting a wrong from the past.” Cut says, many of the guys grunting in agreement. “I’m not gonna lie and tell you that us getting the pleasure of ending your father’s life isn’t the icing on the cake, but no father should ever go through what you’re going through. We may not all be fathers at this table. Some of us have grown children, some are expecting soon.” His eyes cut to me and the feeling of pride explodes from my chest. “But we don’t have to be fathers to realize that you’re going through hell.”

  “So what’s the plan?” Louie asks.

  “The plan is that we get your daughter back and once we have her; we will give her to you when we get Louie Sr.”

  “Wait,” he says. “You’re going to hold my daughter ransom for my old man?”

  “This is a business transaction and nothing more. You have goods that we want. We’ll have the goods that you want. It’s that simple.” Cut says.

  “Did you really think we would hand her over without our payment?” Lick asks.

  “No, of course not. I’m just going to have to work on getting my father out of hiding.”

  “Then your girl will be ready and waiting for you.” Dyke states. “I’m sure you’re nothing like your old man, but we've been burned to the core by your kind and we aint willing to walk through that fire again. This is the way it is and the way it will remain. If you agree, we get your girl, if not then you need to move and make your moves fast because word on the underground is that a few American beauties are making their way south of the border by week’s end. And it aint for no Mexican vacation either.”

  “I understa
nd. Just get her and I’ll bring him.”

  The meeting ends and Louie, along with his entourage leave the clubhouse and our compound. When I know for sure he’s out of Fury’s territory is the only time I’ll feel relief. Once my mother and Savannah leaves the room, our meeting continues. “It goes down tomorrow night.” Dyke says. “We know of the location they will be taken to before the shipment moves out. They plan to smuggle the girls in a trailer with cattle. This is a typical delivery so border patrol isn’t going to be thrown off.”

  “So you’re good with Louie?” I ask.

  “Hawk?” Cut questions.

  “I got nothing but a father who wants his daughter back. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary when he spoke to Bianca. I question why he didn’t ask about Savannah. I know if I were in his shoes, I would have asked why a woman, one who is not a member of the club, is sitting in on club or bounty business. But maybe because the girls were holding hands he thought she was support for your mother.”

  “I agree with Hawk.” Cut says. “I didn’t get that he was up to anything.”

  “Then we get his girl tomorrow night.” Dyke says.

  “I cased the area where our contact informed us that they will be taking the girls.” Brass spoke up. “It’s going to be an easy in and out, if the inside is how I think it should be, but I can’t be certain. I’ve pulled county records and the plans show concrete foundation with nothing special. But they’re old and a lot can change over time. Bunkers could have been built, flooring brought up. All of that can be done without anyone's knowledge so because of that, there's still a risk going in blind.”

  “Blind is the only way.” Dyke says.

  “Yes. I don’t want to risk being seen so close to the deadline so I wouldn’t recommend getting any closer than what I did. Between the internet and the drone I flew through, it looks simple.”