Sinner
Lilly came with us to help Tink pick the furniture for the house, and I felt like a third appendage, nodding when she asks me something. I really don't give a fuck what color the fuckin’ sheets or towels will be, how many plates and cups we need or even the color of the fuckin’ sofa. So, I just follow behind carrying bags watching people walk past with wide eyes and given every fucker the stink eye when they look at my women "Sinner” Tink says, and I look up from my phone that just beeped
“Yeah, baby.”
“Do you like this” I watch as she raises a lamp and I shrug my shoulders, and her face drops, I nod to Lilly to give us some space, and she walks away giving us space, and I pull Tink to me lifting her chin up
“Tink get whatever the fuck you want baby, I don't care,” I tell her
“But what if y....”
“Tink this is all just stuff to me, I don't care what color it is. If you like it, baby, then get it ok” she nods.
“But”
“No buts, this is our home Tink you me and Saint if he pulls his head out of his ass and trust me when I say he won't care either” I kiss her neck giving it a little suck and she pulls me closer to her “I have to head to the club anyway baby, I've messaged Tyler to come and watch out for you ok”
“The Prospect why?”
“Just to help with the bags and shit ok don't worry” she steps back just as the door to the store dings and Tyler comes walking up.
“Yo man, what do ya need” I smile and hand him all the bags
“Help my woman and Lilly” is all I say kissing Tink on the lips, not given a fuck who's watching as I pull her to me and devour her mouth.
I head to the clubhouse, and my heart beats a little faster I'd asked Cuff last week to find Tink's foster family for me, every time I run my hand over her body and feel the raised skin my body became tight with anger. I was desperate to find this bitch and make her pay. As I walked in a few of the guys were sitting around drinking, and Cuff walks towards me “Did ya get it” I ask him, and he smiles
“You doubt my skills” I roll my eyes
“Just show me what ya got asshole.”
“Wow, I'm feeling very used, what no dinner first.”
“Fuck off and just give it to me,” I tell him
“Oh, you want it do ya” he grabs me pretending to hump my leg but I push him off of me, I hadn't told anyone about what happened to Tink, not even my brother.
“Just fuckin’ give me the info” he stands up straight.
“Fine your no fun” he looks at me.
“What?”
“Is this gonna affect the club” I shrug not sure what to say (well I hope not cause if it does, Razor's gonna kick my ass) “You should talk to Razor, just in case?” he says slapping me on the back and walking away. I hold the folder in my hand and walk towards my room.
As I read through the file nothing really stands out just the typical church go'er, the cunt that hurt Tink does bake sales, volunteering, attends church and fosters kids. The husband is just as boring, with church and working at the local bank (it’s always the ones you least expect to be the real evil). It fucks me off that these two assholes have beaten my women and walk around like nothing ever happens. Fooling everyone at their church, that their good god-fearing people. I throw the file across the room and pace the floor; I need to make these two, pay. I need justice for my woman; I need it like I need my next breath. The knock at the door stops me, and Saint stands there watching me “What's up?” he asks, and I stop and look at him
“Nothing,” I say, and he sees the file walking over and picking it up
“Who's this?” he asks looking at it.
“Tink's foster parents,” I say sitting on the edge of my bed, and he frowns at me
“Why have you got a file on them” I look down at the floor grinding my teeth.
“Jaxson,” he says, and I look up at him
“What?”
“Why do you have this and don't lie” I take a deep breath and stand up and start to pace the floor again, he closes the door “Well?” I stop and look at him and run my fingers through my hair tugging on it a bit to calm myself “Jaxson” he says again, and I feel irritated and turn to him
“It's fuckin’ Sinner, so use it,” I tell him
“Ok......Sinner what the fuck” I sit on the bed feeling hopeless, I thought if I found something on them it would help to hurt them some way. But the file has nothing out of the ordinary.
“Well,” my brother says a little bit more impatient
“It's about Tink” he rolls his eyes.
“I figured that bit out already, what has it got to do with these two,” he says holding up the file
“They beat her man.”
“What? How?” he asks
“Damn Saint, she has these scars all over her body from them whipping her, it's fuckin’ hard man when I feel them I wanna kill them” he looks at me.
“Fuck man,” he says sitting next to me, dropping the file and the picture of the two foster parents fall out staring up at us “What's the plan Sinner,” he asks me
“I have no fuckin’ idea all I want to do is kill them, make them pay” he stands up, and I look up at my brother
“I think we need to take a ride than” I frown at him.
“What?”
“Your woman needs reputation, and were the ones to give it to them, no-one fucks with our family no-one,” he says, and I smile (fuck I love having a twin)
“Let’s ride than,” I tell him