Page 16 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“Speaking of eating. The food’s getting cold.” He turned and headed back to the kitchen with Saige trailing behind.

“Well, thanks again for the accommodations and giving me a ride. I promise to pay you back when I can get to an ATM.” Saige took the seat he pulled out for her.

“The only thing you owe me is answers and you’re not leaving until I get them.”

Chapter Three

He set a heaping plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs in front of her before going to the fridge for some OJ, milk, and maple syrup. At least he’d just gone grocery shopping not too long ago so there was plenty to eat.

“How about you tell me about your paintings instead? That sounds much more interesting.” Saige tucked both hands under her knees and stared at him.

“No, I want to hear about you,” he insisted.

“If I share my story, then will you tell me their stories?” Her head nodded toward the other room.

She bit her lip and looked up from her plate.

Those eyes of hers drew him in. Saige was becoming a danger to him. Something he yearned for and needed but didn’t want to let go. Maybe she had that effect on the other man and that’s what landed her here.

“Deal,” he finally relented. “You go first.”

She smiled and reached for the syrup. Saige popped the top and poured it over both the pancakes and bacon. Taking it from her, Capone did the same. The girl just eased her way into his heart a little more. If she was able to eat everything on her plate, they just might be soulmates. He laughed at the lovesick thoughts racing through his head. The fuck! He needed to get out more.

“Did I do something wrong?” Picking up her fork and knife, she used both to finely cut and eat her food. She had manners much higher than the usual chicks he hung out with and did she just place a paper towel on her lap like it was a napkin?

“No, just thinking about something else.” He took a healthy bite of food to give him time to figure out what to ask next. “Tell me, why did you say that man from last night was trying to kill you? Did he cause the bruises?”

“It’s complicated.” She rolled her eyes.

“Most things usually are.”

Saige followed his example and took a bite of eggs instead of answering. “These are really good.”

“Yeah, now spill or I’ll take them away.” Her eyes got big, and Capone winked.

She pulled the plate closer and narrowed her eyes. Chuckling, he admired her spunk.

“Let me finish eating and I’ll tell you everything I know.”

“It’s a deal, but at least tell me where you’re from.”

“Here.” She waved her fork in the air. “I was born and raised here in Genoa.”

“Really? You don’t live here now?” That was a surprise. How did he not know her?

“After I graduated from high school, I decided I wanted to get out and see the world.” Saige frowned and took a sip of milk. “It didn’t work out so well.”

“So, you came home?” He grabbed the pot of coffee and poured them each a cup. “Do you have family here?”

“Like I said, it’s complicated.” Saige turned her attention to her breakfast again and seemed to tune him out. Capone’s spirits took a tumble. At first, he cursed having to babysit this woman, but as much as he hated to admit it, in the short time she’d been there, he was actually starting to enjoy having her around. She was a mystery, and that was something that had always intrigued him. If he still wanted her around after discovering all Saige’s secrets, well, that still remained to be seen.

“I can wait.” He’d eaten much faster than his guest. Pushing his plate back, he leaned back in his chair. The front legs came off the ground. Maybe he wasn’t ready to hear what she had to say just yet. Hell, maybe she was married. At least he could pretend she was available for a while longer. Pretend he might have a chance with someone clearly out of his league. “Got any plans for today?”

“Huh? No, and my car isn’t going anywhere even if I felt safe enough to retrieve it.”

“If that man is following you, he’s going to hang out in the area looking for you. Where’s the last place he would expect to find you?”

Her gaze landed on his cut that was draped over a nearby chair. “With a biker gang.”

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