Sinners MC - Evan Grace
Chapter One
Huffy
A bright light sliced through the dark, smoke-filled room from the opened side door. Most of the clientele turned to see who entered, only to turn back to their tables without a second glance. The newcomer meant nothing to them. Huffy couldn’t make out who was entering Bunny’s bar and lounge, but she looked almost angelic with the sun shining at her back. She stood there in the door frame with her halo surrounding her, surveying the room. Letting the door slam behind her, she walked confidently to the bar without looking at `anyone.
What kind of woman waltzed into a biker bar in the middle of the day like she owned the damn place? Certainly not alone, at that. He took a drink of his beer, studying the woman over the top of his mug. Huffy had to admit she was a hardbody. He wouldn’t turn down an evening with her as company. Maybe she was slumming. If she was looking to be a house mouse, he was number one in line.
She was slender. Her jeans were just tight enough. They looked pristine and expensive. Her leather jacket had no colors. Not a single patch adorned it. She leaned over the mahogany bar. Her long, silky blonde hair pooled on the polished wood. Cogs grinned and placed a beer in front of her before going around to the back office. Huffy walked slowly toward the woman. He rested his arm on the side of the bar and waited for her to look at him. She took a pull off her beer bottle as if he wasn’t standing three feet away.
“What’s your name?”
She didn’t bother to face him. “Bonnie.”
“With a body like that, Bonnie, you don’t need to try so hard. Name brands or not. Fancy or not, they all look the same in a pile on my floor.”
She eyed him from bottom to top. “Do lines like that actually work?” She scowled before turning away.
Huffy didn’t expect her to speak to him so directly, so confidently. A house mouse would usually do or say anything to please a guy in leather. Guys certainly didn’t need to work for it.
Cogs’ old lady, Cherry, spoke up from the end of the bar. “I’d watch yourself, Huff. She looks like she’d turn you inside out.”
Cherry was in her late forties. Time wasn’t great to her. The cigarettes, booze, and half her life on a bike with the wind in her face added a decade to her looks. She was a hell of a woman, though. She looked out for everyone. There wasn’t a guy there who didn’t at least listen to her advice. Not all were smart enough to take it, though. Like himself.
“Cherry, I just want to know if her pussy tastes as sweet as she looks.” He grinned and winked in Cherry’s direction. The stranger turned to face him head on. She walked toward him, stopping an inch from his body. His cock jumped as her breast rubbed his arm as she leaned into his ear.
“It’s sweeter.”
Huffy grabbed onto her ass. It was firm, and he wanted to bend her over the bar to get a better look. All thoughts halted when a familiar voice boomed through the room.
“Huffy.”
No one had ever put the fear of God into him with nothing other than his name except his father and Lunchbox. When the president spoke, you listened. Huffy froze in place. A smile slowly spread across her lips. “Guess you’ll never know now.”
Huffy looked to Cherry, who still wore the same smile on her face. He wouldn’t get too much shit from Lunchbox. She may be his new mouse, but she was still just a mouse. Eventually she’d belong to the club. It sure as fuck explained her entry. Not a fear nor fuck given as she stood there alone. He turned to watch her ass sway as she approached Lunchbox.
“Hi, Dad.” She smiled.
Dad? He turned to Cogs. “What the fuck, dude? A heads up would’ve been nice.”
“Nice? Yeah. Fun? Hell no.” He laughed.
Son of a bitch. When LB talked about his little bunny, he always assumed she was a kid. Not this grown woman before him. He never even thought to get background information on her. In three years, he’d never seen her before. He just assumed she was long gone from her father and his way of life. She was hot as hell too. He was in hot water.
Bonnie
Her father grabbed her in a big bear hug. “There’s my Bunny.