MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

CHAPTER 6 | PAST - SPIKE

CHAPTER 6

PAST - SPIKE

“ C ome on Tom Cat, you’re takin’ your sweet time!” I yell out from the bottom of Ciara’s stairs.

We’re meant to be headed out to the fair, but bloody Ciara is takin’ her sweet fuckin’ time getting ready. As always. I lean against the railing and I run my fingers through my thick, blonde hair. I really need to get rid of this, it’s startin’ to piss me off. I just don’t have it in me to look after hair this long.

I peer up the stairs again. Fuck, women can take their sweet ass time when they want to.

“I’m coming!” she yells.

I grin. I can’t help it. Ciara has that thing about her, she’s like sunshine and rain, all mixed in one sweet ass package.

“So, you’re the Motorcycle Man she’s been babbling about.”

I hear the sweet, silky voice behind me, and turn, letting my eyes fall on a very attractive girl that has to be Ciara’s sister, Cheyenne. She’s told me a lot about her, but I’ve not had the chance to meet her. Grinning, I take her in. She’s different to Ciara, she’s missing those wild cat eyes, but she’s equally as beautiful. She leans her hip against a nearby cabinet, and lets her eyes travel down my body. Is this girl seriously checking me out right now?

“And you must be the Sister.”

She gives me a devilish smile, and steps forward, extending her hand. “Cheyenne, and you are?”

“Spike.”

She raises her brows. “Spike? I thought your name was Danny?”

“I’m Danny to Ciara, but to everyone else, I’m Spike.”

“I didn’t know you were so...hot,” she says, letting those eyes travel over me again.

I laugh huskily. “Yeah, well, good genes.”

“I’ll say,” she giggles. “So, tell me what your intentions are with my Sister?”

I snort. “Ain’t no intentions there, darlin’. She’s my best friend.”

“Ah, so it’s not a romance?”

“No.”

I fuckin’ wish it were sometimes.

“And why is that, Spike?” she purrs, sliding her tongue out and running it over her bottom lip.

Fuck. Ciara’s sister is flirting with me. Openly. Not holding anything back.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

She steps forward, running a finger down the front of my shirt. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck . If only Ciara was this outgoing, maybe then we wouldn’t be dancing around feelings that we both know are there, yet neither of us want to admit. It’s the fear of losing the friendship, but fuck, it’s draining. I’ve wanted Ciara since the day I laid eyes on her. She’s fucking gorgeous, inside and out. She puts me in the friend-zone, though. No matter what I do, no matter how many hints I drop. She just doesn’t see me. I’m tired of it, and in a sense, I guess I’ve given up. If a friend is all I can have her as, then that’s what I’ll stick with. She’s always going to be my girl, but I can’t keep waiting.

“Oh, Spike, I’d love to know. If she is silly enough not to snap you up, I most certainly will.”

I don’t get a chance to answer her, because I see Ciara standing at the top of the stairs. I turn my gaze to her, and my heart stutters. I’m not sure if it’s the long, slightly curled, blonde hair, the full red lips, the porcelain skin, or the yellow eyes, but fuck, she’s perfect. Her blue dress gently sways around her knees as she steps down towards us. Her eyes are on Cheyenne, and her face is filled with something I can’t quite pick. It could be jealousy, or anger. I know the two of them aren’t close, Ciara has told me a little bit about it. Whatever the look, it’s full of emotion. When her eyes finally turn back to mine, I see a hint of betrayal.

“I see you met Cheyenne,” she says, though her voice is empty.

“Yeah, I did.”

“You never told me Spike was so gorgeous,” Cheyenne laughs, placing a hand on my shoulder. I flinch.

“What did you call him?” Ciara asks.

“Oh, didn’t you know that’s what everyone calls him?”

Ciara’s eyes flash with hurt, before she covers it up, and shrugs. “Well, I’m glad you two met. Are we going?”

I nod, extending my hand. Ciara reaches down and takes it, and we turn, heading for the door.

“I’ll see you around, Spike. I’d love to know more about that nickname...perhaps you’ll tell me all about it next time you’re here,” Cheyenne purrs again.

Well fuck. Why do I get the feeling this is going to become a complicated situation?

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