Page 41 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“There’s something I gotta tell you, Tex,” I said, sitting down on my chair in church. I asked to have a word with him alone the next morning.

“I’m listening.”

I always looked up to him. Being ten years older, he knew exactly what he was doing. Growing up, he was my hero. The one I could go to when I needed help, but now, it was him that needed advice.

“There was this guy from the Bandits MC. His name’s Hawk. When you once came to visit me and tell me about Crow switching chapters, he overheard you talking about him. Did Crow ever tell you why he came here?” I asked.

“He said he needed to deal with family who lives here. He was about to become VP in his own chapter, and since you were gone, I thought it was the best thing to do. Pine told me he’s a good guy, and you know the others are not up for that spot.”

I nodded, lighting a cigarette while I listened. I took a drag, making sure the smoke filled my lungs, then blew it all out into the air. “Hawk knows Crow. He’s from the same city, and their clubs never intended on working together for their drugs and guns. Always been rivals. Hawk said that Crow has always talked about taking over the club as National President.”

Texas laughed, looking at me with amusement in his eyes. “And you really think he’s trying to push me off my throne? Fuck, brother. How much did they fuck with your head in there?”

“I’m not fucking around, Tex.” I was serious, and I hoped he soon realized that I would never come up with something like that. I was serious about my club. “I’m just trying to warn you,” I simply said.

He studied me for a moment then leaned back in his seat. “You sure you’re not just mad because he took your girl?”

“For fuck’s sake, Tex!” I couldn’t listen to that anymore. Kiplyn was a whole different story. “This is about me trying to protect you and the club!”

“You’re right.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Keep an eye out. I’ll make sure the others know. If you see something’s not right, let me know.”

I laughed. “Crow being the fucking VP is not right.”

Chapter Six

Kiplyn

“We need to talk,” Wilder said from behind me. I was standing in the kitchen, making pancakes for the guys and myself.

“Then talk,” I said, still mad at him because of last night.

I heard the door close, but I didn’t turn around. “Are you gonna look at me?” he asked, but I shook my head and took the pancake out of the pan.

“Jesus,” I heard him whisper. “Turn around and look me in the eyes, Kip.”

One day back from prison, and he already was telling me what to do. I sighed, turning off the stove and turning around to look at him. “What,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I don’t blame you for what happened. It was my fault that this happened between us. I disappeared, yes. But you dared to get with the next best man, even though you’re clearly not over me yet. Tell me, Kip. Why?”

I frowned, trying not to choke on the words I was about to say. “I’m over you,” I confessed. But that was a big, fat, stupid lie. And he knew.

“Stop denying it. Tell me why you tried to push me away. To get me off your mind.” His eyes were darker than usual, showing me just how upset and angry he was.

“You left, and I had no one to turn to. No one to hold me at night. No one to tell me how pretty I am first thing in the morning. I needed you, and you only cared about yourself. It’s not fair. Don’t think I will run back to you just because you returned after four whole years. You can’t act like nothing ever happened.” I felt the tears roll down my face, and as much as I tried to, my voice didn’t sound as strong as I intended it to be.

He cocked his head, then let out a laugh. “You think I wasn’t heartbroken? You think I did not think about you all those years? You were on my mind the whole time.”

“Then why did you leave?”

It seemed as if that question was too hard for him to answer. He seemed unsure about it and couldn’t get a word out.

“Please, tell me why you left, Wilder,” I begged.

A sigh escaped him, and he let his head down, hiding his eyes from me now. “I needed to get some things off my mind. I wanted to come back and be a better man. Be the VP this club deserves.”

I watched him for a while, then decided that I couldn’t stay away from him any longer. Wilder had always had his moments, but I thought he would get over them. With my help, and not in jail.

I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly. I didn’t know what to say, but I slowly started to understand his actions.

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