Page 50 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“Well, keep it up. You’re going to put us on the map. Is Edge getting back tonight?” He lights a cigarette, blowing it out slowly.

I nod. “Yeah, he’s supposed to meet us here.”

“Good.” He claps me on the shoulder and then walks away.

The band begins to tune up their instruments, and I move to stand beside our VP, Ace, and our other brother, Syn. “What’s up, boys?” We all exchange back-slapping hugs.

“Did you see the talent here tonight?” Syn grabs onto my shoulder and points with his beer bottle to a group of women in tiny little shirts and teeny tiny skirts. I’ve never had a problem finding a woman to share my bed. I’m sure I won’t have trouble finding someone to take home tonight.

“Holy shit, look at Barbie that just walked in.” I look at Ace and then turn to see what he’s talking about.

The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen has just walked out into the back. She smiles at the woman she’s with, and I watch her walk over to the outdoor bar. Before I even realize it, I’m moving across the cement floor toward her.

The closer I get, the more I realize that she’s a tiny thing. I’m almost to her when I hear someone call my name. I see it’s Sly, and Edge is with him.

“You’re back.” I pull my best friend, brother from another mother, into a backslapping hug. “How’s your ma?”

Edge’s granddad passed away two weeks ago, and the guy basically helped raise him and his sister Kira after his dad split.

“Hey, brother.” He pulls back. “She’s good, just glad everything’s over so she can try to get back to normalcy.” Edge glances around the patio, checking out the women, I’m sure. “I need some shots and some pussy.”

Sly laughs and slaps him on the back. “Well, there is plenty of that here.” He walks away, leaving Edge and me alone.

“Tell me, how are you really?” When you’ve been best friends with someone as long as we have with each other, it becomes easy to read them.

He shakes his head. “I’m fucking tired. Ma wanted to go through Gramps’s stuff, legal papers, policies, and clothes. Fuck, he left me his Harley. Thing’s old as fuck and needs a lot of work, but it’ll be amazing when it’s finished. I thought we could rebuild it together.”

“Fuck yeah, of course, brother.” I grab his shoulder, shaking him. “Let’s get you some shots and then we’ll find some pussy.”

Chapter Three

Edge (Wyatt)

The band plays “Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry and the bitches in this place go fucking nuts for that shitty-ass song. I glance around, trying to find a woman who gets my dick hard, but it’s all the same old same old.

Razor comes up and stands next to me. “See the blonde at the bar? The one in the pink shirt?”

I look to where he’s pointing, and the moment I lay eyes on her, I feel my dick twitch in my pants. She’s fucking gorgeous and appears to be completely out of place here, but she doesn’t act like it. Instead she sips whatever’s in her glass while bopping her head to the music.

“She’s hot, but do you really think she’s going to agree to coming to the clubhouse with us tonight?”

Razor and I have always shared our women. Sure, we’ve fucked girls on our own, but we’ve just always shared. The first was Sara Jones, back when we were both sixteen. Many have come since then, but we always keep it casual. Neither of us are ready to settle down.

I start moving through the crowd toward her. I keep my eyes on her, and she must feel my gaze on her because she turns my way. Fuck, I feel like I’ve been kicked in the stomach. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve never had an immediate, intense reaction to someone before.

Her friend walks away, leaving an empty spot next to her. I lean against the bar, and her floral scent wraps around me, making my dick ache. The bartender stops in front of me, and I order a bottle of Bud. He sets it down and walks away. I grab the bottle and take a drink before turning toward her.

She’s looking at the stage, but the second she feels my eyes on her, she turns her head my way. I give her a small smile—I’m a master at this little game. Her cheeks turn a deep shade of pink and she returns my smile. Fuck, she’s pretty—she’s soft, feminine, and the complete opposite of what I usually go for.

“Hey.” I lean forward. “What’s your name, beautiful?”

She leans toward me. “Harper.”

“I’m Edge.”

Harper flashes her pearly whites as she gives me a wide smile. “Is that your real name?”

I shake my head. “It’s Wyatt.”

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