Page 25 of The Asylum
“You needed a specialist, and you aren’t gonna get better than me,” Sin stated without false pride. She wasn’t wrong. Sin was an expert in her field.
“Where’s Jett and the kids?” Sunny wondered, looking around.
Sin offered us an evil grin. “Oh, Jett’s at home, no doubt screaming for help from his brothers while they sit and watch amused. Fucker wanted a big family; he can take care of them.”
I choked back a laugh at the wicked look on Sin’s face. “How many do you have?” I asked.
“Too many. I lost count of them a couple of years ago,” Sin said, and I couldn’t stop my laughter that time. Sin and Jett had been notorious for their children. Jett wouldn’t stop knocking Sin up, and even when he had a vasectomy, it failed, and he gave her twins. Sin loved her kids to bits, but she also adored winding Jett up.
They were total opposites, the biker and the bookworm archaeologist. Sin specialised in old documents and was wellknown in her field for it. She had her own lab under the bookshop she ran with her adopted brother, Reid. Sin was rather shy, at ease around Rage MC but totally uncomfortable with outsiders. I was surprised she’d flown here.
“Thanks for coming,” I offered somewhat awkwardly.
“For the sheer pleasure of seeing Sunny’s bare ass, it was worth it. I’ve brought equipment with me, and I’ve been working all day on the journal. For safety’s sake, I’ve scanned it into my system, and I’ve started testing the ink and paper. I’ve sent samples back to Reid also to test,” Sin said, and I blinked.
Sin sat on the bed and patted Sunny’s leg, and he shifted quickly.
Amused, I hid a smile. “Wow, you’ve done a lot,” I replied.
“I arrived first thing this morning. Bunny had informed your security guard I’d be coming, so they set me up in an office and let me get to work. From the evidence I’ve gathered so far, you’ve got the genuine article. Solace said that there was another manuscript you were searching for?” Sin asked.
“Yes. On Tuesday, Jack, Pyro, Sunny, Magic, and Phil received a message saying there was documentation of the women who’d been abused,” I confirmed. I hummed as Bunny entered our bedroom and handed me a cup of coffee. Sunny sat up and, smelling, made gimme hands at her. Bunny eyed his chest with a smirk before passing him a mug.
I didn’t mind women looking at Sunny, because he was certainly worth the view. Just don’t touch!
“Damn. I hope Jett ages as well as you,” Sin murmured again, and Sunny chuckled.
“You’re one lucky bitch,” Bunny agreed.
“While this is any man’s dream come true, you girls need to go, as I gotta piss soon,” Sunny said, and I laughed.
Neither Bunny nor Sin looked inclined to leave.
“Okay, we’ll go sort breakfast out.” Bunny sighed finally as it became clear Sunny wasn’t going to give them a sideshow.
“Definitely a lucky bitch,” Sin teased as she got up and left. She snapped a picture of Sunny, and my phone pinged.
I glanced down and, wow, Sunny looked damn good. Sin had sent it to the massive group chat that almost everyone we knew was in. The Rage MC old ladies, Hellfire old ladies, Washington women, Hawthorne females, and so on. We had separate groups, but this one was always busy. My screen lit up with the equivalent of online whistles.
“Holy shit!”Nanci exclaimed, Inglorious’s old lady.“Sunny porn!”
“My sister gets to wake up to that, no fair,” Clio teased, and a load of gibberish shot across the screen.“Sorry, Chance grabbed my cell.”
“I’m envious,”Lindsey from Rage MC added, and the comments kept coming.
I threw Sunny my phone with a laugh and let him read the texts. There was a hint of red at his ear tips, and then his cell blew up as the men’s chat erupted. I smirked at the taunts he was receiving and shoved Sin and Bunny out so we could get ready.
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I was surprised to see a detective waiting for me by the tour bus when Sunny and I emerged half an hour later. Although he hadn’t introduced himself, it was pretty obvious he was a cop.
“Miss Dixon?” he asked.
“Dixon is my professional name; I’m actually Callie Barlow,” I said with pride, and Sunny’s hand tightened on my waist.
“Sorry, which would you prefer?”
“Callie is fine,” I offered, and the man smiled.
