Page 42 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

Chapter Seven

Kiplyn

Waking up in Crow’s bed felt strange lately. We would often go to bed at the same time, but I most times woke up by myself.

Last night, he stripped my clothes off and told me to turn around, kneeling on the bed and sticking my bottom up in the air so he had easy access.

He wasn’t romantic, so the second his cock was hard, he pushed it inside me and started to thrust into me almost recklessly. In the beginning, he made sure I was comfortable while we were having sex, but lately, he didn’t care much about my needs.

It was all about him. The way he grabbed and slapped my ass while he told me how “fucking tight” I was didn’t feel right anymore. When we first started dating, I enjoyed being touched by him. I loved having his hands all over my body, but lately, it all felt like a chore. As soon as he came, he pulled out and crawled under the blanket.

This morning, the sun wasn’t even out yet, but Crow’s voice woke me. I checked the time on my phone, and it was five thirty-two a.m. Crow never got up this early, especially not on a Sunday.

Maybe something’s wrong, I thought.

I sat up in bed, needing a moment to be fully awake. Then I got up and walked over to the door, putting my ear against it to hear what he was rambling on about.

I couldn’t understand what he was saying, though I heard some cursing.

Carefully, I pushed down the door handle and opened the door just a crack, able to hear him clearer now.

“I’m telling you, man. He’s already served time for shit he’s not done, and I’m sure he’ll do it again when he’s being charged with murder.”

My brows furrowed, and I tried to understand what his conversation was about. He was clearly talking about Wilder.

“We got away with it the first time. We’ll get away with it a second time. He’s an easy target, and he’s got a record already. I got everything ready and planned. Let me know when you’re in town. I’m fucking ready to take over this club.”

When he hung up, I heard footsteps coming my way. I turned on my heels, quickly getting back into bed and covering myself with the blanket.

I made sure to remember everything Crow said just second before. He was obviously going to try and put Wilder back into jail, but to take over the whole club he would have to become National President.

Shit, I thought. Crow wants to kill Texas.

Chapter Eight

Wilder

Kiplyn was nervously waiting on my front porch when I arrived on my bike. I’ve lived in that house since I was twenty, and Texas was nice enough to keep it clean while I was gone.

I got off my bike, taking my helmet off and putting it on the saddle. I was happy to see her after our talk yesterday, but something seemed to be off.

I walked toward her, pushing my hands into my front pockets. “You okay?” I asked, wondering if she broke things off with Crow. At least that’s what I wished she’d do. Just like in prison, I was lonely.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” she said, sounding scared and impatient. “Can we go inside?”

I nodded, opening the door to my house and walking inside with her close behind me. “You seem nervous,” I pointed out, and she nodded.

“Sit down,” I told her, nodding my head toward the couch. I followed her, sitting down in the recliner next to the couch. “What’s wrong?” I asked, hoping that it had nothing to do with her or her health.

“I…overheard a conversation Crow was having on the phone with someone this morning,” she started to say, but then stopped as if she had already said too much.

“Go on,” I said, wanting to know what that fucker said.

“Promise me not to tell him I said this. I’m scared he’ll…hurt me.”

I reached for her hands and held them tightly in mine. “Kip…tell me what you heard.”

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment and then looking back into mine. “He talked about getting away with murder and…also getting away with the fire. He said something about putting you back into jail and…taking over the club as National President.”

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