Page 57 of Sin

“For as long as you’ll have me. Daddy has gotten so much more controlling, it's getting worse as he gets older and I can’t deal. I won’t.”

“I’m not really sure where Sin and I go from here, or how the club or Cut is going to feel about you being here, but I’ll keep you as long as I can.”

“Oh, my God!” I jump when I see a large figure standing in the dark of the kitchen. Jenni and I said our good-byes and she went to shower before she headed to bed. I decided I wanted to head back to the clubhouse and hit the sack as well. I knew Sin wouldn’t mind if I stayed at his mom’s house with Jenni but I’m so used to sleeping in his room at night, I'm not sure how well I will sleep without him. I’ve never said anything, but since he brought me into his room, my nightmares haven’t been far and few between. It seems even asleep; I can tell that I’m safe with him.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.”

It’s Bubba. He steps out of the shadows, wearing his typical white wife-beater and black leather cut. He stands well over six feet with close cut light brown hair, thick sideburns that hit below his ears and a bushy goatee. His muscles aren’t overwhelming, not like Cut or Lick, but his size alone is intimidating.

Since I’ve come to Devil’s Fury he hasn’t once looked me in the eye. He barely acknowledges my presence, which is fine by me. However, now under his intense gaze, I feel more vulnerable than I have since the moment I came here. I thought Cut was extreme.

“I’m here, doing my night watch on Bianca," he explains. I know that Bianca’s not home at the moment. She had plans with some girlfriends. I only know because Hawk mentioned he is on granny duty tonight once they were done with their meeting.

“Oh, okay.” Not sure what else there is to say to him. “Well, Jenni, my friend, is in the shower. I’ll just go back and let her know that you’re here. I wouldn’t want her to freak out.” He nods as I turn around and head back down the hall.

“Jenni,” I knock on the door.

“Yeah?” she yells from the shower.

“Bubba is in the living room. I wanted to let you know so you wouldn’t be frightened if you heard anything.”

The shower curtain rings slide along the metal bar as she opens the plastic, then the lock on the bathroom door comes undone and she pokes her head out. “There’s a guy in the living room?” she asks.

“Yeah.”

“Is he hot?” I roll my eyes.

“He’s intense.”

“But not hot?”

“Jesus, Jenni, they’re all hot in their own way.”

“How’s his way?” She smiles.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Just curious.”

“Just finish your shower, you big slut.” I walk away, laughing.

“Hey,” she whispers loudly, “I’m not a slut, my daddy wouldn’t let me be one, but I plan on rectifying that situation.”

I walk away from the door shaking my head. I shouldn’t have warned her Bubba was here. It might serve her right catching a beast like him sitting in the dark waiting and watching. When I come back into the living room, the moonlight highlights Bubba’s form on the couch. He's stretches out with his legs piled on the coffee table, hands resting on his stomach, head against the back with his eyes closed.

I quietly pass him, getting ready to turn into kitchen so I can exit the house through the backyard. The path from Bianca’s to the clubhouse is fully secured when you do it through the back. Going through the front, you’re exposed to the street and whoever is driving down it. Although I’m sure Tyson wouldn’t dare come onto Devil’s territory again, you can never be too sure about the company he seems to be keeping these days.

“She know?” Bubba asks. His voice is rough making me jump. I stop, deciding if I should answer him when a stack of envelopes catches my eye. The light above the stove is the only thing that’s on, but I can make out the handwriting on the top envelope. His scratch is like no one else’s so I can guarantee it’s from Tyson. “Savannah?” He asks so I turn my head, looking into the darkness of the living room.

“Yeah, she knows.” I peek back at the envelopes and quickly snatch the one with my name etched in Tyson’s handwriting.

Once I’m outside, the patio sensor light comes on. My hands begin to tremble as I hold the envelope. I flip it over and sure enough, the Redding seal is imprinted on the flap. I focus on the darkness of the backyard, my eyes dart around looking for signs of life, listening for any noises, any footsteps, any sign of Tyson. The pounding of my heart echoes in my ears. My stomach drops with the realization that Tyson has possibly been in Bianca’s house. Maybe he dropped it in the mailbox and Bianca brought it in without knowing it. Then that just means that Tyson or someone he’s associated with is near Bianca. That fact right there is going to put Cut into a tizzy. The consequence may be for me to leave, and now, that’s something that I can’t do. I can’t leave Sin, not when we’re finally settling things between the two of us. If me leaving is what it’s going to come down to, I know Sin won’t allow it and then that just means a rift between him and the club. Especially between him and Cut.

I run my finger between the envelope and the flap. I pull out the paper side, glancing at the kitchen window, making sure Bubba isn’t watching me. Once I get the paper open, I see the very familiar handwriting. His writing is angry, the blue ink scribbled across the parchment of paper.

S-

It seems as though you continue to disappoint me. You were never able to do anything right by my standards and the fact that you’re carrying a girl in your stomach just proves my point even more. You can’t even give me a male heir, someone who can carry on my legacy. Someone I can teach the ways of the world. Now I have to settle with a female, always taking from me and never giving me anything in return. This only means my plan didn’t work the first time, but don’t worry, Savannah, there will be many more chances. It’s my fault I underestimated you. I thought I had finally broken you. Made you the woman I wanted you to be. But I won’t make that mistake twice. You think you’re safe? You think your little biker man and his club can protect you? You know me too well to think I’m just going to walk away and let you be. Not when you’re mine and not when you’re growing my child in your belly. There will never be an ending for us, Savannah, I will not allow that. The sooner you realize it, the better off you’ll be. The longer it takes you, the more it will hurt in the end. I promise you that.