Night Sky (Satan's Sinners MC Book 3) (16 page)

★★★

As I sit here, waiting for my sister to show up, I think back to that night with Writer a week ago. I ended up staying the night with him, but I woke before he did so I snuck out. I guess I thought it might be awkward or something. I don't know what he wants and so I am in limbo right now.

That brings me to why Zoey is coming over. It's to try on her wedding dress. I can't help but to feel a little jealous. This was supposed to be me and I gave it all up. I am more than happy for Zoey and she deserves this after everything she went through, don't get me wrong, but I want this more than anything, and with Writer, so I am frustrated. I want the wedding, the kids, damn it, I want it all with him!

Some might wonder why you would want to raise your kids in the life of the club, they might think it is wrong. It's not though, and the Satan's Sinners are a family, a brotherhood where they will die trying to protect their loved ones. They welcomed not only my sister, but also me in with open arms and no questions asked.

I will always be thankful that they are the ones that saved Zoey that night. I will always be grateful to her for what she did for Writer, teaching him how to sign and giving him a way to communicate with others instead of writing everything down on paper. For introducing me to him, bringing him into my life and giving me something I never had before.

Zoey walks into our parents’ living room looking as beautiful as always. Her blonde hair is down in waves, like mine, with her signature pink streaks showing. After three kids, her figure is fuller, with her skinny jeans and Sinners tank, but she looks amazing.

Hey sister!
she signs to me, with a prize-winning smile on her face.

Hey! Are you ready to try your dress on? Robert and I worked hard on it, so you better love it.

I'm sure I will.
She laughs while shaking her head. She takes the bag I have it wrapped in and goes to the bathroom. I can't believe the sight before me when she comes out. My sister is stunning!

She wanted simple, so that’s what I gave her with the silk material clinging to her skin. It flows elegantly down her body, flaring just a little bit towards her feet. We did spaghetti straps that crisscross on an open back that showcases the curves of her figure.

You look beautiful!
I sign as I walk up to her. I go around, checking the fitting and making sure all the measurements are correct.

Thank you!
Her eyes fill with tears as she looks down at her dress then back up to me.
It's perfect, Ever! You guys did amazing on it.

Go take it off and then we can talk.
As soon as her back is turned, I wipe away a stray tear of my own. I walk into the kitchen and get two mugs down from the cabinet, fill them with coffee, and go sit at the dining room table. When she comes out and sits across from me, I ask,
Where's my nieces and nephew?

Victoria wanted them for the day. Snake has Cub and Kelcey.

I’m so happy everything has worked out for all of them,
I tell her honestly because that shit is a mess, crazy, and I have no idea what I would do in that situation.

Yeah, me too! It has been a long road for everyone and Hanger is adjusting. It's hard though, ya know?

I'm sure it was a huge shock for everyone. Then, for Hanger, everything he believed his entire life was wrong. How is the club handling it?

They're good with it. They want him to continue as president. They said he is still their brother, their family, and nothing can change that. I don't want to talk about that anymore. Tell me about you and Writer.
After Zoey tries changing the subject on me, she gets that goofy grin on her face. She is up to something again.

I don't know what more I can do, Zoey. We have talked, decided to be friends, but I don't want to be friends. He's not ready to give me a second chance yet.
Now it's my turn to change the subject because if I don't, I will spill about our night together. I go on to tell my nosey sister,
You know, I have been busy anyway. I'm working on the store. I signed all the paperwork for the contract with the bank. I got everything ordered to fill up the space and I am working on designs.

Let me know when you are ready for us to help. Have you told Writer yet?
Ugh she never lets it go.

I will. I should have everything within a few weeks. With it not being ready yet, I don't think it will matter to him until then.

It'll matter to him, Ever. Don't wait too long and let it pass you up. You came back for him, don't lose sight of that. Is that why you haven't been around lately?

Yeah, I have been busy with that and getting your dress done.
It's not a total lie so she doesn't catch on. Thank God!

We have a date set.

What! When?

In a week. We don't want to wait any longer. I have you back so it just seems right.

Do you need help with anything?
Maybe I can add one more thing to my long list to keep my mind off of him.

No, I have a wedding planner. She is doing everything. I just have to sit back and decide colors and kinds of flowers.

I'm so happy for you Zoey!

I know you are, but don't forget, we are twins so I know you are hurting also.

I'm sorry, I just...I can't believe I was so stupid and gave it up for nothing.

Don't be sorry. You followed your dream, Ever. It wasn't for nothing, now you know where your heart is. I think you need to see all sides to Writer, then decide if you still want this life. He's never going to leave the club or get out of it, so you need to see if you can stand beside him as his Ol' Lady. He will be at the Cobra's compound tonight. Show up but stay hidden. I don't want anyone messing with you.

Confused I ask,
Why would anyone mess with me?

Most of the Cobras have seen me so they will know you aren't me because of the pink in my hair. But the clubs won't be the only people there, and if you don't have one of these on
...Zoey pulls at her cut, continuing,
you're free game. Also, Writer needs to stay focused, so he can't see you until he is done. Stay in the shadows, away from everyone. Okay?

I huff out a breath,
Okay, write down the address before you leave. I guess I need to go see what I got to wear.

Make sure you look hot,
she says before standing up and leaving our parents’ house.

I walk into my room to pick out what I am going to wear and I spend the next two hours getting ready to perfection. I grab the paper Zoey left on the table and go get in my car.

★★★

I make it to the compound and see the parking lot is full, but the prospect lets me in the gate, and when I get my car parked, I walk into the clubhouse to see that it’s pretty empty.

I walk up to the bar, much like the one at the Sinners’ clubhouse, and I write on a napkin, handing it to the prospect, asking where everyone is. He directs me into the back of the clubhouse and that is when I see him in the circle, getting ready to fight. He looks mouthwatering with his muscles bulging and all his tattoos on display, sexy skin all sweaty.

It doesn't take long before the fight is over and Writer won.

I see all the women grabbing at him and a burst of anger and jealousy goes through my body. I don't want those women touching what is mine. I don't want him to let them touch him either.

I need him tonight, I don't care how, and all inhibitions leave me. I don't have time to stay here so I hurry around the clubhouse to go back in the front door. I see him sitting at the bar and I lean against the wall waiting to see if he will look at me.

And then he does!

EVER

PAST

THE TATTOO

★★★

God, why did I decide to come here? I've been in New York for a week now and I hate it. I am homesick. I miss my parents, my sister, the guys but most of all, I miss Writer desperately. This city is huge with so many people, it's too busy for me, and I hate that. I need a distraction, even if it is only for a little while. An idea comes to mind, so I go in search of Jackie.

I find her in the kitchen, washing the dishes she just got done using. I tap her should and when she turns around, I tell her,
I wanna go get a tattoo.

Expecting her to fight with me, but she dries her hands off.
Let's go.

Really?
I think I have to pick my mouth up off the floor. That is so not what I was expecting.

Honey, I may be old, but I'm not dead. We haven't been outside of this house except for going to that job of yours. Let's go have some fun! You can get your tattoo and I wanna see Time Square.

We're living it up now, Jackie!
She knows I'm just making a joke, so I watch as her eyes wrinkle and then she laughs.

We are living in an upscale apartment in Manhattan, so we catch a cab to the nearest tattoo shop.

★★★

It's not busy when we get in the shop and it is decorated much like Runaway Tattoo. There are big frames of different tattoos hanging on the walls. I see photo albums sitting there for you to look at, full of ones they have already done, showing their experience.

I don't need to look at them, I already know what I want. Jackie gives the receptionist, who is a male with huge gauge earrings and tattoos from his neck all down his arms, the completed paperwork. He has on a shirt, but from what I can see, he is covered in tattoos. It makes me miss home more.

We are only waiting for about thirty minutes before the male tattoo artist comes out, looking a lot like the other guy, only difference is hair. The tattoo artist has a green mohawk and the other guy has shaggy black hair.

I tell Jackie to stay out front, so when he takes me back, he shows me the drawing and it is perfect. I show him where I want it and he lays the paper on my right side up, by my belly button but over towards my ribs. The placement is perfect!

Three hours later, he is done and it looks amazing better than I expected. The tattoo artist covers it up, I head out front and pay, then we leave.

Next destination: Time Square.

WRITER

Drink You Away by Justin Timberlake

For the last week, I have drank myself into a drunken stupor.

Why have I done this, you might ask? I will tell you.

Because of Ever Lee Porter, that's fuckin' why. And now my pity party is at a whole new level.

I don't know why I called her over last week. Never mind, yes, I do, I miss her. I don't know why I let anything happen. Never mind that, too yes, I do because I fuckin' miss her. Goddamnit! I thought maybe we would be okay the next day, but she skipped out on me before I even woke up. Now, I have been drinking my sorrows away and it's still not helping. Plus, I have a fight tonight and last night's nightmare made shit worse.