City Lights (Satan's Sinners M.C. Book 1) (7 page)

"Don't take this the wrong way, but are you sure you can trust him?"

"Yeah, he's been with me awhile. He wouldn't turn his back on me. We'll get it figured out. Then we need to come up with a plan, and take these motherfuckers down."

"Alright, contact me when you get something."

I'm about to leave when I see Hacker is calling, "Yeah? Brother, what’s doin?"

"We made it. We’ve tested the shit. It's top quality."

"Good, head back. Keep your eyes open, be careful, Brother."

"Okay, we'll call when we get back."

I hang up, let Bear and Ghost know I'm ready to roll out. But just before we get on our bikes I call Gunner to let him know they need to be ready as soon as we get to the clubhouse. Once we get to the gate, he and Ripper get on their bikes and we all head to one of the storage units. I open the storage unit and see that there is more product then we usually got.

"Where we at Ripper, when it comes to cash?"

"It looks like we are losing about half our cash flow. We’re losing a few thousand a month."

"Fuck me!"

Gunner speaks up, "Did you find out anything from Snake?"

"Yeah, he said it's the Italians. From what they know, they are takin' from us, and the fuckin’ Cobras."

"So now that we know who it is, what's stopping us from taken ‘em out?"

"Ripper, we can't just go in guns blazin’. We gotta be smart about this shit. Hacker called and said this new shit is top quality. Maybe we can get some business back with that shit." After hours of being here. I get the call from Hacker.

"Yeah."

"We're back."

"Meet us in storage. We’ve been waiting on your asses."

When they get here we all try the product. Then we arrange the unit. I close the door and lock it. It's late when we get back, I go straight to my room. I look over at Zoey sleeping in my bed. She's so fuckin' beautiful, laying on her stomach, her head is turned to the side, her hair is all over her face, and my pillow. She looks so fuckin' peaceful and at home. It makes my chest feel funny. Coming into my room and seeing her laying there, for the first time, fuck I might be getting some feelings. I take my clothes off all except my boxer briefs and sit on the edge of the bed. I move her hair out of her face and kiss the top of her head. She doesn't even stir. I lay down next to her and bring her to my chest and fall asleep holding her as close as I can.

I wake up the next morning with my head on Hanger's chest. I look up to see if he's still asleep and he is. I take advantage of it. He has the blanket down around his hips. I can see he has black boxer briefs on. So I lightly run my fingertips from his defined pecks and work my way down to his chiseled abs. God, he's just so damn sexy. I move my hand back up to his neck. Then look up to his face. Oh no, he is staring at me. So all I can do is smile up at him, "Good morning."

"Good mornin', Babe. What are you doin'?"

"Um… well… I was just checking your goods. Looking to see what you keep tucked away under your clothes. You here, like this." I run my hand from his neck, down to his stomach "I couldn't help myself." He just starts laughing and I blush. He then grabs my hand and stops it from moving.

"It's alright, Crazy Girl, but really we can't do this right now. You need time. You do remember what I told you the other night don't you?"

"Um… no."

"I told you that you need some time to heal. Get over what happened, but understand that when it's time you will be mine. I will fuck you so good and hard that you will never forget. I will taste, love, and worship every inch of your body until your begging me to stop. I'll have you screaming my name so loud everyone will know who you belong to." He's looking at me with a serious look on his face and I'm just sitting here with my mouth hanging open. OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! I have never in my life had anybody talk to me like that. Fuck, it is so hot. I close my mouth and grin at him. "Okay." He just smiles back.

"So what are you doing today?" How does he go from that, to normal conversation? I'm still trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs.

"Um...uh.... shit, I gotta meet with Writer. Teach him more A.S.L." He starts laughing.

"Alright, Crazy Girl. I'm gonna make some calls and do some club shit. I'll meet with you later. We can get some food, watch a movie or some shit."

"Okay, yeah. That sounds good."

I meet with Writer an hour later. We decide to sit outside at one of the picnic tables, and we start with the alphabet first. Just like yesterday, I write on paper what we are gonna do, then show him with my hands. He is actually learning really fast. So we spend the next couple of hours going over it a few more times, when he has most of it down we decide to call it a day. I'm hungry so I make my way into the kitchen to find some food. Once I find something, I close the fridge and turn around to find Jasmine, Chatty told me she’s one of the club whores, standing there with her arms crossed over her chest giving me the stank eye.

"You think you can just come in this clubhouse and take over? That shit ain't gonna happen. He won't keep you around. He'll get what he wants, then you'll be out. He will always come back to me. He can't stay away. He's gonna make me his Ol’ Lady one day, not you." I open my mouth to tell her I don’t know what she’s talking about when Chatty speaks up.

"Jasmine, that's enough. Skip your old loose ass outta here!" I look over to the door and see Chatty standing there looking pissed off. Jasmine turns and stomps off out the door on the other side of the kitchen. Chatty comes over to me, she must be able to see the tears in my eyes. She really is beautiful. She has long red, colored hair, with bright blue eyes. She's not much taller than I am and we are about the same size.

"Crazy Girl, don't even worry about her. She's just a whore, she’s just mad because he hasn't given her the time of day since he brought you here. You are special to him. Everybody can see it. If you are gonna be in this life and with him you toughen up. Get rid of those tears, suck it up, and don't let none of those whores walk on you. Don’t let them see they get to you, or they will try to eat you alive. Don’t show weakness. You only let Hanger see that part of you. Never let these whores see anything, but the bad bitch that you are! "

"Yeah, okay."

Later that night Hanger and I are sitting in his room. We just got done eating the take out he brought back with him.

"I know I said we could watch a movie, but I was wonderin’ if I take you somewhere?"

"Yeah, it'd be nice to get outta here for a little while."

We get on his bike, I put the helmet on and we head out. We are in the middle of nowhere. When he turns down a road and a little while later he takes another turn. We head up onto a hill, there are trees all around us. When he parks the bike, I take my helmet off and look over his shoulder. What I see is just beautiful, there is no other way to describe it. It's completely dark up here except for the city lights. You can see the whole city from here.

"How did you find this place? It's breathtaking."

"I like to just ride sometimes. It helps to clear my head. One day, I just took some turns and ended up here. Been comin' out here ever since."

“It's so peaceful."

"Yeah, it really is. I love comin' out here. How'd it go with Writer today?"

"It was good. He's a fast learner. I think he'll have it down in no time."

"That's good. I'm glad you can help him."

"Can I ask you a question?"

He turns his head and brings his eyes to mine "You can ask me anything."

"How long are you gonna want me to stay at the clubhouse?"

"I want you there for however long you wanna be. Are you okay being there?"

"Yeah, I like it. I like all the guys. I really enjoy being there with you."

"Good, because I really like havin' you there." He then gives me his gorgeous smile, and all I can do is smile back. We stay out here for a while just looking out at the view its quiet but not an uncomfortable silence.

When we get back to the clubhouse he takes me to his room, I change in the bathroom while he gets changed in the room. I come out and get in bed. He puts a movie on and drags me across the bed over to him. I put my head on his peck and an arm over his waist. There is nowhere else I’d rather be at this moment, then where I am right now. I fall asleep before the opening credits end. I feel so warm, safe, and protected.

It's been two weeks since I started teaching Writer how to sign. He's doing really well, we can have conversations now. I think he's really happy about being able to communicate with someone without having to write. I'm sitting at our usual table when he comes up, he sits down smiling at me. "
What are you so happy about Writer?"
He makes me smile as well, just by seeing how happy he seems.

"
I want to thank you for taking the time to teach me how to sign
.
Nobody's ever takin' the time to help me until now. It makes me happy that I have somebody that I don't have to write shit down all the time for them to know what I'm saying.
" In the last two weeks we haven’t really talked about anything. I just teach him and then we go our separate ways. So I'm kind of surprised by this.

"
It’s really no problem Writer, but why didn't you ever learn until now? If you don't mind me asking."

"
I don't mind. I could hear when I was born, my parents were hearing, they didn't care about me. When I was twelve I got an ear infection in both my ears. By the time my parents decided to take me to the doctor, it was too late. I had already lost my hearing. I have what is called acute hearing loss. After I couldn't hear anymore, I just stopped talking, I couldn't hear myself so I thought I might sound funny and loud. They didn't want to take the time to teach me, or learn themselves. They were too busy partying. I didn't feel like I had a family until I came here. I think they were embarrassed to have a deaf son, so I left home when I was sixteen. I was homeless for two years then I came here. I’ve been here for around four years. These guys may not know how to sign but they have never made me feel like I didn't belong. How did you learn to sign?"

"
Well, I have a twin sister named Ever, she was born deaf. When we were born and our parents learned that she couldn’t hear, they took classes and taught us as we were growing up. I'm sorry your parents treated you like that. I can't imagine a parent not caring about or taking care of their child
." He's looking at me with his mouth hanging open with a shocked look on his face.

"
You have a sister, she is your twin sister, and she is deaf?"

"Yeah.
" I reply laughing

"
Are you identical twins?"

"Yeah, but she is shier than I am."

"Can I meet her sometime?"

"Yeah, I'll see if she wants to come here sometime."

"Yeah that sounds good. There is no need to apologize for my parents, there are shitty people in this world, Crazy Girl."

"I know Writer. I think after this you won’t need any more lessons. I think you have it down now but if you ever need any help then come to me."

"Okay thanks."
We stay out here awhile longer talking and practicing.

Later that night I meet up with Hanger, we kinda have a routine going. We have dinner together then watch a movie. He lets me pick the movie most of the time and I love that. If there's a party in the bar, we hang out there which is also fine with me. I love all the guys and they treat me like I'm a little sister. They all call me Crazy Girl which I haven't figured out why yet. We are sitting on the bed finishing our dinner when Hanger asks, "Is it still going good with Writer?"

"Yeah, actually he's learned so much and we can communicate now with just our hands. Today was the last lesson for him.

"That's good, Babe. Thanks for teaching him."

"He told me a little bit about his past today. It sounds like you helped him too. I told him about my sister, and he wants to meet her."

"How do feel about that?"

"I think it would be good for both of them. I love my sister and I really like Writer. It might be good to introduce him to someone else that's deaf. Can I ask you a question?"

"You can ask me anything."

"Why does everybody call me Crazy Girl?" He chuckles.

"Well here you get your name based on your personality or anything that fits you mostly. Remember the first night everyone met you, we had that party?" I smile and look down. How could I forget him telling me about that? “Well that night you got a little ‘Crazy’ and it was all in good fun. Every one really liked that you could let go and have fun so soon after going through something so bad. They heard me call you Crazy Girl and it just stuck. Everybody really likes you a lot.” Then he looks at me with a beautiful smile that takes my breath. I grin back.

"I like everybody too, so much. Can I ask you another question?"

"You can ask me anything."

"What is your real name?"

"We don't ever use our real names here, but I will tell you mine. It's Dominic Black, but you can call me Nico." I smile at him again and he asks, "What are you smiling about?"

"Is there anything that's not sexy about you? Your body is sexy, your voice is sexy, and now even your name is fucking sexy." We both start laughing. I can’t believe I just said that out loud.

"I'm glad you think so, Babe."

A couple of days later my mom calls Hanger's phone. "Babe, your mom wants to talk to you." I take the phone.

"Hey mom, how are you?"

"Oh sweetheart, I'm fine. I was just calling to see if you and Hanger would like to come to dinner Sunday?" I just got an idea with a sly smile on my face and reply.

"Yeah, that sounds good. See you then. I love you mom."

"I love you too, see you Sunday." Hanger's looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"What did you agree to?"

"We are going to dinner at my parents on Sunday. I think we should bring Writer with us." He drops his head so I can't see the smile I know he's got, and he starts shaking his head.

It took some convincing but here we are. The three of us standing on my parent's door step. Before I open the door Writer taps my shoulder. "
Are you sure it's okay that I'm here?"

"Yes. You will love my family. They are really good people."
He nods his head, and I open the door.

"Mom, Dad?" They come out of the kitchen.

"Hi, sweetheart. Glad you guys could make it." She says while giving me a hug.

"
Me too, Mom
." She looks us over and my dad comes up and puts his arm around her.

"
I brought one of the guys with us, this is Writer. I've been teaching him how to sign
."

Mom asks "
Is he deaf?"

"
Yeah, but nobody ever taught him A.S.L. So I have been and I thought that it would be good for him to meet other people that know how to sign
." My dad steps forward.

"
That was nice of you. The more the merrier
." He reaches his hand for the guys to shake, he shakes both Hanger and Writers hands and continues to sign. "
It's nice to meet you, Writer. I'm Grant and this is my wife Sophia. I'm glad you could make it."

"It's nice to meet you both. Thanks for having me. Zoey's been really great for teaching me A.S.L."
He says with a smile.

My mom replies, "
Why don’t you make yourselves at home. The food will be ready in just a little bit."

"Mom, where's Ever?"

"She's in her room. Go and get her, would you?"
I lead the guys into the living room and they sit on the couch.

"I'll be right back."

I get to her room and flip the switch for the light to let her know someone is at her door. She opens the door the rest of the way. As soon as she sees me she smiles and throws her arms around me pulling me into her room, and shuts the door. "
How are you, sis? I see all the bruises are gone, you look good."

"I feel great, I'm doing good."

"How's it living with all those bikers?"
She starts laughing.

"It's a lot of fun actually. I love it there and I love all the guys. I want to tell you something though before we go down there."
She narrows her eyes at me.

"Well, what is it?"

"I brought one of the other guys with us. I wanted you to meet him, he's deaf and I started teaching him how to sign."

Her eyes go wide,
"Are you kidding me. What does he look like? He's not old is he?"
I double over because I’m laughing so hard. Once I get back upright. I wipe my eyes.

"You think I would bring an old guy for you to meet? He is far from old. He's young, tattooed and has some piercings. His name is Writer. Be nice to him."
She just nods.

We make our way down the hallway, and when she sees him. She grabs my arm and pulls me back.

"You didn't tell me he was so fucking hot, Zoey!"

"You assumed he was old. So why would I tell you he was hot?"

"OMG! It is your sisterly duty to tell me there is a HOT guy in our house! I can't go in there looking like this. I'll be out in a few minutes. I hate you for this."

"Well hurry up and I love you too."
She turns with a smile on her face and runs back to her room. I go into the living room
"Ever will be out in a minute."

While we are waiting for Ever, I take the guys through the kitchen onto the back deck. There is a patio table and chairs, since my dad is grilling we will eat out here. My parents are going in and out of the house adding food to the grill. When the sliding doors open, I look over and there's my sister. I wave my hand to get Writers attention, when he looks at me I point to the doors. She changed from her messy bun and sweat pants into a tight fitting top, with skinny jeans, and ballerina flats. She let her hair down, it's in big loose hanging curls, and she put on light makeup. Yeah, she's trying to impress him. I hide my laugh and look over to Writer, he's sitting there staring at Ever.