Page 34 of Lexi, Property of Rhyder

I enter the Sinners’ clubhouse noticing the party has already begun. Tracker and Tate are over at the bar having a drink, and the other boys are around the pool table or sitting with some club whore.

When I enter, a girl walks up to me right away. She’s cute, wearing a short skirt with a white crop top. Her dark curls lay over her shoulders reaching to her butt.

“Hey, baby, want to buy me a drink?”

I look from her to the bar, not sure what I’m in the mood for, and I decide that company isn’t it. “Sorry, darlin’, not tonight.” I walk past her as she voices her disappointment. I’m sure she’s the kind of girl who doesn’t get turned down too often, but there will be another brother willing to do my bidding, just not me tonight.

I make my way to the bar and order a beer.

Tate turns to me, “Hey, man, thanks for coming down.”

I grab my Jack and Coke that’s been slid across the bar and take a swig. Shrugging, I reply, “No, problem, brother. We stick together, right?” I click my glass to his beer bottle and take another swig.

“So, what’s going on with you, Rhyder? You still single?”

I laugh. “Yeah, brother, ain’t nobody claimed this yet.” I laugh, pointing at myself. “You?”

“Yeah, I’m with you. Just can’t seem to commit to anyone.”

A club whore with long blonde hair, slim legs, and big breasts slides up beside Tate, kissing him on his neck.

I smirk. “And who’s this?” I ask, gesturing to her.

She looks up at me and introduces herself, “I’m Destiny.”

“Well, hello there, Destiny,” I tease and then wink at Tate.

Tate whispers in the girl’s ear, and then she turns and walks away.

Tracker turns and heads toward the other boys, leaving Tate and me to ourselves.

“So how have things been at the club? All quiet these days?”

“Sure are. Since what went down with the Foreseekers, it’s been easy street,” I reply leaning on the bar and looking over at Tate. “Seems like business is good and turned out well tonight.” Tate sighs, shaking his head. “What’s up, brother?”

He turns to me, taking another swig of his beer. “Things are just fuckin’ crazy out there.”

“What do you mean?”

I stand and cross my ankles leaning against the bar. “Got offered another deal last night by the El Pasos.” The El Pasos is a biker club that do runs from Mexico to the US. They have a reputation for drug smuggling and trafficking, a club that neither the Sinners nor our club want to deal in.

I raise my brows. “Yeah? What’s that?” Tate sighs and looks down at his beer. “It seems the El Paso’s need some help in our jurisdiction.”

I look over at him with curiosity. “What sort of help?”

“Things are picking up in the human-trafficking business, and they need an extra club to help with the transportation.”

“Don’t tell me you’re seriously thinkin’ about being that club to help?”

He shakes his head. “No, brother, just makes me sick to think that these girls, who are as young as ten years old, are being trafficked to be delivered to all parts of the world. Seems that the Foreseekers used to work with them, and now that they’re no longer in business, they’ve approached us.”

“What you gonna tell them?”

Tate shrugs. “No, of course, but part of me wants to help, so then I can maybe save some of the girls. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that this is happening to young girls. Luke wants in as well, especially when he heard and saw with his own eyes what his sister, Amy, went through. How she was stolen, drugged up, and ready to be sold to some rich-ass fucker. I tell ya, I’m tempted to take them up on their offer just so we can help out some of these girls. We just gotta be smart about how we handle this.”

I rub my jaw, trying to think of a way to help him out. “Fuckin’ hell! That’s totally fucked up. Don’t know what to say, brother.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

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