Page 13 of Sin
“Why did you ask, if you already know?”
“I know everything about any piece of ass that comes into my club. It’s not very hard when you’re hooked up with a wannabe oil tycoon, Did Tyson do that shit to your face?”
“Why ask if you already know the answer?” I repeat.
“Boy, the bitch has got a mouth on her. I can see why Tyson smacked her around.”
“Shut the fuck up, Lick.” Sin seethes beside me.
“I wanna know, Savannah, what you think my club is gonna do for you? We aint no hotel, and from what I know, this aint the kind of place you’re used to. So my question is, when do you plan on moving on?”
I scan around the table and notice I have several sets of eyes looking at me. I lock eyes with Sin, not knowing what to say.
“She’s staying.” Sin announces.
“Like fuck she is.”
“She’s staying.” Sin insists.
“Look at her, Cut. There’s no way she’s gonna make it around here.” Another guy comments.
“That’s not your call.” Sin addresses the guy who seems to be Cut’s age. He’s huge, brown hair shaved close to the scalp, full goatee. I can see tattoos that start at his jawline, run down his neck, sinking into the color of his white t-shirt. Both ears were pierced. “Bubba, I mean no disrespect here.”
“You’re right, brother.” Cut says. “It’s my call. It’s my call when the club’s safety and what we do here is on the line. I don’t need that fuck-face coming here making problems for us, for you because we’ve got something that he wants.”
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“Listen, Sin, you don’t know that. You don’t know what kind of shit is going through that asshole’s mind right now. You fucking kidnapped his fiancée.”
“He didn’t kidnap me!” I say loudly.
“Did you leave on your own volition?”
“Well, I left my house on my own. Sin just kinda helped me out.”
“You left your house on your own, all fucked up?”
“Yes, if you must know. Tyson beat the crap out of me.” I feel Sin tense. His head snaps to Cut who is looking him directly in the eye. No emotion, nothing. Just staring. “He's been putting his hands on me for years. I had enough. I guess the last time he threw me against the wall finally knocked some sense into me. I left as soon as he backed out of the driveway. I’m done being a punching bag.”
“Savannah, stop.”
“No.” I step forward to address the room. “He’s been hitting, smacking, punching and kicking me around for years and Sunday, I finally left. Saturday was the first time that he punched me in the face; he’s never left proof of the abuse before. He’s escalating; I couldn’t afford to stick around anymore. A girl can only take so much, and I finally reached my point. I grabbed my purse and left. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was done, so I left. But my eyes, my head, my body, they were all killing me, so I drove as far as I could. I parked the car to take a nap. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. That’s when Sin found me. I had already left, so there was no kidnapping.”
“Is that how your fiancée is going to see it?” Cut stands up. “Especially when he finds out some biker took you back to his compound? I don’t fucking think so. He’s gonna call the cops, the fucking FBI and all hell is gonna come raining down on my club and that is something that I’m not gonna allow. So get done licking your wounds and get the fuck on.” He slaps his hand on the table, making me jump.
“She’s not leaving, Cut. I’m sorry, but I can’t let that happen.”
“She isn’t Sienna.”
“This has nothing to do with fucking Sienna!” Sin yells at the top of his lungs.
“Matthew Sinclair!” An older woman bursts into the room. “Espero que en todo lo que es Santo no estabas gritando obscenidades junto con el nombre de su hermana! How dare you use your sister’s name with such profanity!"
Sin hangs his head and mutters, ‘shit’ under his breath. “Mom.” He turns to her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”
“We’re in the middle of Jury, you need to leave.” Cut glares at his mother.
“And you need to recuerda mijo, remember that I am tu madre, that you are both my sons before you are members of this club and I will be damned if I see you two go at each other’s throats.”
