Page 11 of Raven (Sinners Revenge MC- Rapid City, SD #6)
Roughstock pushed off his desk and stepped closer as he inquired, “Are you sure that she isn’t playing you?”
I wanted to punch him in the face and my fists clenched and unclenched as I let the anger bleed from me.
Jigsaw, seeing my reaction, stood from his seat and answered for me.
“I don’t think she would be working herself to death, pulling overtime and extra shifts, just to play Raven.
I’ve been around her and I believe she’s trustworthy and honest.”
Roughstock offered me his closed fist as he explained, “I had to be sure of what’s going on, but I trust both of you.
If you say Sydney is good people, then I trust your word.
” We tapped fists and he added, “I didn’t mean to offend you, brother.
But it’s my job to protect the club, from everyone who can cause us harm. You understand, right?”
“I get it, and I appreciate your discretion on the matter. I’d like to get back to my woman, and if I think the club needs to be informed, I’ll let you know. For now, I want her to relax, and I’ll speak with her about this debt when the time is right.”
He gave me a nod before we walked out of the office. Sydney was at the pool table with Willow and Cheyenne, and when I approached, I heard Willow say, “Jesus. You cleared the table before Cheyenne even got a shot.”
Roughstock looked at the table and walked over to Cheyenne. “Having a bad day, darlin’?”
She smiled and placed the pool stick onto the empty table as she replied, “Sydney knows her stuff.” She lifted her eyes to Sydney and asked, “Who taught you to play?”
She seemed a little apprehensive to answer as the group of us retook our seats at a large table off to the side. Looking at me, I gave her a nod, and she exhaled deeply before answering.
“I was raised in my uncle’s club, and one of the brothers taught me how to play.”
Willow perked up as Cheynne leaned against Roughstock. “You were raised in a club?” Sydney nodded and Willow continued, “So were Cheynne and me. Is that where you learned to fix bikes?”
Sydney picked up her soda and took a sip before she answered, “Uncle Billy was an amazing mechanic, and I always wanted to know how things worked, so he let me tinker on bikes. Once he knew I wasn’t just playing, he showed me everything he knew.”
“And she surpassed him by leaps and bounds,” I added and glanced to see her blushing.
“Maybe you can look at my bike when you get some free time,” Willow inquired. “I feel like she’s got more to offer, but I can’t seem to get her tuned the way I want it.”
Jigsaw interjected, “If you drive that bike any faster, you’re going to need a license for rockets.”
She waved her hand, dismissing his statement. Sydney looked at Cheyenne and asked, “Do you ride?”
Cheyenne shook her head and replied, “I was never happy driving a bike, but I love to ride with Trent.”
The conversation between the ladies continued as they started to compare notes of being young girls around bikers. Jigsaw patted his cut and raised his eyebrows, silently asking if smoking was okay around Sydney.
When there was a pause in the conversation, I leaned over and asked Sydney, “Does weed bother you?”
“Not at all. I’ve been around it my whole life,” she answered.
Jigsaw pulled out two joints and lit the tip of one before handing it to me.
I took a long draw and held it out for Sydney as Jigsaw lit the other and handed it to Willow on his other side.
Sydney took it from my fingers and inhaled a ling full of smoke before passing it to Cheyenne on her other side.
When she blew the smoke out, she seemed to settle deeper against me while she continued to chat with the ladies. Periodically, Roughstock, Jigsaw, or I would interject something into the conversation, but mostly, it was my woman getting comfortable with the ol’ ladies.
We sat at the table for about an hour before I saw Sydney try to hide a yawn. Leaning over, I whispered, “Let’s head out, darlin’. We’ll come back on Friday and blow off some steam. I’ve got a room upstairs if we need to crash.”
She nodded and I stood from the table. “We’ve got a long day tomorrow, but we’ll be back after work on Friday.”
Sydney joined me as Cheyenne asked, “And you’ve got my number if there’s anything you need?”
“Yep. Willow’s too.”
“Good. Don’t be a stranger around here. The ladies like to get together a few times a month at the house to have a girls evening, and you’re welcome to join us. The other ol’ ladies are going to be jealous they didn’t join us tonight,” Cheyenne said.
“Thanks,” Sydney answered as I slipped my hand against hers and guided her away from the table to the back door.
When we got onto the bike, I waited to crank it so I could ask, “Did you have a good time tonight?”
She wrapped her arms around my waist and replied, “I did. Thanks for bringing me.”
“Get used to it, darlin’. The Sin Den is a regular hangout for the brothers.” I cranked the bike and yelled over the idling motor, “Friday will be a little wilder with the whole club here, but it’s always a good time.”
As I pulled away from the back of the building and across the parking lot, I saw Sydney smile as she tucked against my back.
I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I turned onto the road and drove away from the clubhouse. This was what I’d been looking for my entire life, and never thought I would have,
Now, I had to figure out what asshole thought my woman was responsible for a debt that belonged to her dead mother, so I could get this shit settled. Sydney wasn’t going to be indebted to anyone, not if I had a say in the matter.