Page 64 of Avenging Devil: Part 1

“Hey, Cyn. Can you give us a moment? I want to talk to your brother.”

Looking up at Kink, Cyn pouts, waiting for me to tell her she can stay, but when I keep my mouth shut, she gets up and walks off in a huff.

Kink’s eyes follow her as she reaches the bar, then turns to me. “She’s cramping your style, Brother.”

I snort. “You noticed?”

“Yeah. Pretty damn obvious when you’re spending every moment with her. Don’t you think it’s time she went home?”

“I’m working on it,” I tell him. And I am. Trouble is, Cyn’s spun Grover and Mom a cock and bull story about having a great job and how she’s paying her way. Only fifty percent of that is correct, but she’s got them fooled. Mom’s over the moon thinking she’s taken responsibility for herself at last, and even congratulated me on the good job I was doing. Despite what Grover had said, she’d seemed in no hurry for her to get on a plane and return to Michigan. It seemed at odds with what Grover had been saying. I made a mental note to try to speak to him again soon.

“When was the last time you got your dick wet?”

Through lowered eyelashes, I raise my gaze. “What dick? Darn thing probably fell off.”

It’s his turn to snort. Lifting a hand, he signals to the bar, holding up two fingers. The prospect comes across, rather cautiously.

“Thanks,” I tell Kid, as he places my beer down. I’ve gone out of my way to go easy on him since I’d punched him for no reason.

Kid shrugs my thanks off, and sidles away again.

“He’s a good kid,” Kink observes, staring after him.

“Fuckin’ know that.” And for putting that doubt in my head, I’ve still not quite forgiven Cyn.

Kink raises his beer, swallows a few times, then puts it down. “You heard anything from Saffie? Your month’s almost up, isn’t it?”

My mouth twists. “It is. But I’m thinking I’ll leave it there. If she wants me, she’s got my number. She can get in touch.” I know she’s still in the land of the living. I’ve had Curtis go to the store where she works a few times, minus his cut, of course. When he reported he’d gotten a smile out of her, I knew she was on the mend.

“Yeah. She had a real thing about bikers.” Kink knows, this isn’t the first time we’ve had a chat. Those early days after she first banished me, he’d caught me off guard and extracted exactly what had gone down. A bottle of whisky may have been involved at the time.

But there was no reason to keep that a secret. When I’d returned from that final visit to Saffie, I came back vowing to move heaven and earth until I found the man who was responsible for stifling a relationship between us before it started.

None of my brothers like that she’d been raped, by anyone, let alone a biker.

Of course, I’d involved Token, but looking for a biker named Duke was like searching the proverbial haystack and turning up pins galore without knowing which was the right one. Still, he’d kept his searches going, looking for reports on bikers gone rogue, or any named Duke that had a connection to a woman named Saffie. A big stumbling block was that she’d never filed a rape report.

Kink frowns. “I’m sorry, Niran. I know you liked her—” He breaks off, then continues with, “Hey, what’s she up to now?” He’s got an amused grin on his face.

I turn to see where he’s looking. Cyn’s standing with the club girls, her hands on her hips, she’s clearly remonstrating with them.

“Think she’s applying for a job?” he asks with a wink.

I emit a growl.Fuck me.I wouldn’t put it past her. Abruptly, I stand and go across just in time to hear Cindy round on her.

“Have some fuckin’ self-respect, girl.”

Cyn’s eyes are blazing, and a job interview is certainly not what I’ve interrupted, to my utmost relief. “You fuck the men. You let them do anything to you. Right here in the clubhouse. I’ve seen you.”

What the hell’s she talking about?She can’t tell the girls what to do. I open my mouth to draw attention to my presence, but Pearl gets in first.

“Sure, Cyn. I fuck anyone and anybody. Man after man, I’m happy for them to use me. Why? Because I get pleasure in return. What I’d never allow is a man to hit me.” She flicks her long curly hair over her shoulders as though making a point.

“I didn’t allow him too,” Cyn cries out.

“You didn’t fuckin’ stop him.” Tits gets in on the act now. “And here you are, telling us how wonderful a boyfriend you’ve got, and how you’re going to get back with him.”

Oh no, she’s not.It says something when whores have more self-respect than my sister.

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