Page 21 of Sin

“I’ve got the perfect gal for you, Savannah. Let me get changed and we’ll head out.”

I watch her head to her room to change. As for me, I’m wearing another outfit from the club, another t-shirt and shorts. Other than the few personal items Bianca bought me when I first arrived, I haven’t asked for anything more. I’m tired of imposing, feeling that I’m not carrying my weight. I’ve had someone control my life; my every move for four years and feeling helpless is something I don’t ever want to feel again.

“Bianca, I don’t have the money to change anything about myself, as much as I would like to.” I admitted when she came back in the room.

“Don’t worry about it. She’s family, she won’t charge you anything.”

“Who is she?”

“Devin’s wife.” She grabs her purse and I follow her out the door.

Another thing I didn’t know about. Sin had never mentioned the personal life of his brother. I’ve never seen Cut around any other women, even the ones that hang around the clubhouse. Hearing that he has a wife shouldn’t surprise me, but it does.

*****

We enter a salon and from the looks of it, it’s pretty popular. Every chair is filled. A woman walks out from the back and her face lights up when she sees Bianca. She’s stunning, so if she is Cut’s wife, I wouldn’t be surprised. She’s tall and voluptuous, with thick dark hair and beautiful green eyes. She reminds me a lot of a younger version of Bianca.

“Sobrina, ¿dónde está la esposa de mi hijo. Necesito verla.” Where’s my son’s wife? She says to the woman before turning to me. “That’s my niece, Trina. She runs this place. I told you it’s a family thing.” She winks. I’m shocked to say the least. I had it completely wrong.

“She’s in the back, Tia. I’ll go get her.”

Trina returns with a woman who I did not see as Cut’s wife. She doesn’t look like what I would have imagined the wife of a MC President would be. She appears fragile, delicate, and breakable. She’s the complete opposite of the power that I’ve seen Cut possess. He’s overbearing, hulk-like and she’s just, not. He’s dark and hard where she’s light and soft. Those words brought the comments back from Bianca describing Cut as a child. He seems to gravitate towards the opposite of who he is. No matter her looks, she didn’t fit the mold that I had pictured in my mind when Bianca had told me he had a wife, but then, who am I to judge. She’s a gorgeous, petite little thing. A few inches shorter than me, with a deep auburn pixie cut and hazel eyes.

“Bianca.” She approaches us and leans into a hug from her mother-in-law. “It’s good to see you. A surprise, but a good one.”

“It’s always nice to see you too, mija, not nearly enough, though, I’m afraid.”

“Well.” Her eyes flick to me. “Some things can’t be helped. Who’s this?”

“I’m Savannah.” I extend my hand, but she pushes it away and leans in, hugging me.

“I see what all the fuss is about around the clubhouse.” She lets out a small laugh, “I’m Lily. It’s so nice to meet you.” She backs up. “So what brings you by?”

“Savannah wants a change.” Bianca reaches for my hair.

“Ah, I see, well come with me. My room’s in the back, we can get started.” She turns to leave while I follow. I notice that Bianca isn’t with me, when I glance back, she flicks her hands telling me to go without her. “What kind of change were you looking for?” Lily asks over her shoulder.

“A change back to who I used to be.” I need to get back to who I was before Tyson. To find the strong, confident woman I was four years ago and remember the life I wanted before Tyson derailed my dreams. Changing the color of my hair might be a minor change for some, but to me, it is a bold statement.

“There’s a lot of shit going on and we’ve got to get a handle on all of it. I don’t like this feeling of us being in over our heads.”

Cut sits at the head of the table, with the gavel in hand. Today, the table’s full. Guys are back home from their runs, from club business. Brass and Point have been gone the longest, searching for a guy who has been on the run for far too long. You know when the Irish mob comes knocking at your door to find a motherfucker who did them wrong; you’re doing a damn fine job.

One of the reasons why I didn’t like the club once I was old enough to understand it was because of the businesses my father felt we had to be involved in. He thought the right thing for an MC to do was sling smack and run guns. Typical, right? My father did what he thought the club needed to survive. He never looked outside of the box, and decades ago, running drugs and guns were the usual business dealings when it came to MC’s. Our generation with its technology is able to look outside the box and when we have to. After the death of my sister and father, the club needed a change, to ensure its survival. We needed something more; something better.

There was too much loss, too much bloodshed to continue the way Fury had been going since day one. I can’t say that it’s about evolution, we all knew that there were still clubs and gangs slinging smack and selling guns. But it was time for Devil’s Fury to rise above and make a name we were proud of.

I know Cut opened the garage for me. He did it more as one brother trying to help another brother, especially a brother who had been broken and lost. Opening Fury was a good business move on his part. It was the first step Devil’s Fury took to get away from a life that had cost us so much. He gave me full access to run it as I see fit, and I’m working my ass off to get our name on the street.

Custom bikes, that’s always been a passion of mine. Dreaming, designing, drawing them up and making them come to life. If my life’s path would have taken another turn, I wanted to design rigs for the military. Make them unstoppable, impenetrable. I was just biding my time, working to come up through the ranks until I reached a position where I could really live out my dreams. I wanted to be the brains behind creating assault machines, something that no other country had even thought to create. But it wasn’t in the cards for me.

“There’s shit this club needs to be aware of.” Dyke speaks up. “And it has to do with that pretty little blonde that’s been held up at Bianca’s. All eyes turn to me. “Word on the road is that there’s some oil on the streets of Las Cruses. Some oil that’s looking to be headed this way.”

Tyson’s here. The thought that he’s come to my town, my area to take back what he thinks is his pisses me off. “I don’t give a fuck where he is. He’s not getting anywhere near Savannah.”

“Sin, there’s shit you don’t know about and that shit might push you to change your mind where the bitch is concerned.”

The name my brother calls her makes my body tense. I would never think to call Lily a bitch, but the words fly out of Cut’s mouth so freely. “I don’t give a fuck what you think you know. Nothing is changing my mind about giving her over to him. Not when we all know he’s going to use her as a punching bag. That shit aint gonna fly with me.”