Page 80 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“You know where I’ll be.” Casey smiled at him over her shoulder as she walked inside with the rest of the mob. He stood by his bike and watched her, completely out of place amongst all the suits, but so much more handsome because of it.

Chapter

Eighteen

Jason

Jason revved his bike and tore away from Casey’s office out to the I-80 so he could bypass city traffic and just drive. The wind whipping against his body, the sound of the Harley, the vibrations through his body made him feel alive. Until he slept with Casey in his arms, straddling a bike was the only place he ever felt calm.

He heard the rumble of two more bikes pulling up behind him. There was something to be said for being a member of a motorcycle club; someone always had your back.

There had only been one Greg Jefferies in town when he searched his name and the address was easy to find.

When he parked in front of Greg’s house, the place Casey used to live a few short weeks ago, he nodded at Dixon and Shaw. They stayed on their bikes, but their presence would help him prove his point.

Jason walked up to the solid oak door and banged on it.

A big guy answered the door, not quite as tall as Jason, but the man was fairly built. Rage simmered in his veins. This was the piece of shit who hit a woman as small as Casey.

“Are you Greg?”

“Who wants to know?”

“The Rolling Devils.”

And then Greg was on the floor, jaw clutched in his hands.

“Keep the hell away from Casey.”

“She owes me rent.”

Jason bit back a laugh at the audacity of this asshole. “If I catch you anywhere near her, you’re done. If I find out you’ve been bothering her at work, you’re done.”

“Fuck you.”

Jason just laughed as he headed back to his bike, flexing his hand. If Casey found out, she would be pissed, but he felt a hell of a lot better having dealt with this loser. He couldn’t stand guys who messed with women.

“Everything all right?” Shaw asked. The guy was always itching for a fight.

“We’re good here. Thanks, brothers.”

Chapter

Nineteen

Casey

The cabbie pulled up to Illustrated Ink. After paying her fare, Casey stepped out onto the bike-lined street. It looked more like a clubhouse than a tattoo parlor.

A bell chimed when she stepped inside. There were a few guys playing cards who glanced up at her, but her attention was caught by a burly man, complete with black beard and bald head, who stepped out from the back to greet her. He had the same demon tattoo as Jason on his shoulder.

“Welcome to Illustrated Ink,” he said. “I’m Aaron.”

“Hi. I’m looking for Mr. Campbell.”

Aaron chuckled. “Jason?”

“Yes.”

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