Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,59
went down with a bullet between the eyes.
It wasn’t Cruz.
It couldn’t be—
“Tink.”
At that, my eyes flared. “No fucking way.”
“Yeah. Some shit went down after the service, and I was pissy at the wake. Steel went upstairs to his room, and I followed him. Only found the slut trying to wander into the bathroom, stripping off. We got into a fight. I let her win.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You let her win. You’re still fucking injured, Stone. You couldn’t shove a butt plug up Link’s ass if he spread his cheeks for ya.”
“Ewwww. Why are you being so gross tonight? I don’t want to think about Link’s butthole.”
“Only Steel’s?” I mocked, chuckling when she grumbled.
“Shut the fuck up about my man’s ass.”
“Well, you can’t deny that it’s fine.”
“I don’t deny it, but you shouldn’t be thinking about it.”
“No, I guess not. Not if you’ll have me run out of town,” I said with a laugh. “What happened?”
“I’m not going to lie, I was weak, but I knew if the guys caught her beating the crap out of me, she’d be tossed out. Not very fair of me but—”
I huffed. “Fair? When she was beating the shit out of you after you’ve been so sick? Yeah, she was really worried about fair too.”
She hummed. “This is very true.”
“Don’t feel guilty. You know what they’re like.”
“Cunts?” she asked sweetly, making me laugh.
“Exactly.” I grunted. “So, we’re one skank down. What with you and Giulia making their lives miserable, they’ll be pouring out like flies soon enough.”
She giggled. “That’s the plan.”
Chuckling as well, I picked up my pen and added a few tweaks to the drawing. “It’s good to hear you laugh, Stone. I mean, I’m not saying you were a miserable bitch before, but…”
“You’re all heart.”
“I know,” I teased, but then curiosity hit me. “Aside from Tink, everything else go okay?”
“As well as a funeral can go. I’m surprised they’re not angrier about Dog’s death. From what I can tell, they’re not even going after his kid and ex-wife.”
“That’s some funky shit right there. The Sinners have always been incestuous, but seriously? Banging your dad’s wife? How skeevy is that?”
“Verrrrry,” she drawled. “I get it though. You’ve seen North. Why would you fuck Dog when you could have North instead?”
A mock gasp escaped me. “My, my, and you so recently branded, Stone.”
She pshawed. “Not saying that I want to tap it, just that I get the reasoning behind it.” She heaved a sigh. “You were lucky to get out of the funeral.”
“Lucky? Ha. I ain’t a Sinner, sweetheart. You’re the one who’s neck deep in the MC again, not me. I can still do whatever the fuck I want.”
“You and I both know that kind of freedom is BS,” was her retort. “They’ll let you go so far before they start reeling you in.”
“Bear let me go to Louisiana,” I pointed out.
“And Rex hauled you back in again, so don’t pretend your ties are cut. Plus we both know the lengths you’ll go to for Caleb. You’ve already pulled some ninja moves for him and the MC, so you’re not as untouchable as you like to think.”
I blew a raspberry down the phone.
“Very adult, Indy, very mature,” she joked.
“That’s me. Known for my maturity.” I grunted. “Will I see you tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. I have my first full shift coming up. I’m already exhausted.”
I pursed my lips at that. “Pretty sure if Steel knew that he’d tie you to the bed or something.”
“I wouldn’t argue.”
“Kinky,” I said with a laugh, but it wasn’t like I could fucking judge, not with the shit Cruz did to me. I got the feeling that the rest of the brothers were pussycats in comparison to him. “Anyway, I’m not asking you to go for a goddamn hike with me, Stone. Just feel like binge-watching some Netflix together is all.”
“Oh, that sounds like fun. You come to mine though, right? So I can crash after? I get tired far quicker than I’d like, and even though it was totally worth it, Tink did pull some moves tonight that’ve made me sore.”
“Course. You bring the snacks though.”
She scoffed, “When don’t I? Your tiny ass is shit at bringing junk food.”
My lips twitched. “Yours is tiny now.”
“Seems there’s an advantage to almost dying. Insta-diet.”
“Yeah, well, don’t feel like you have to do it again. I’d prefer your ass to be the size of Lady Liberty’s but for you to be hanging around, yanking on my chain all the