Sinister Knights MC #1-3

Chapter 1

Chapter One

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“So when do you think that sexy hunk of man meat will be here?” My best friend, Piper, threw herself onto my violet duvet.

“He’s not sexy.” I turned away from her, heart falling in my chest at just the thought of him.

“Bullshit.” Piper snapped her gum. “You’ve been pining over him since he went away.”

“I haven’t,” I protested.

“Again, I’m gonna have to call bullshit. So when’s he coming back?”

“I don’t know. I heard Dad say the party starts tonight, so I’m thinking sometime between now and then.” Dad would have killed me if he’d known I was eavesdropping outside of his office while he was on my phone, but the old man had refused to give me any information relating to Ryker, and I’d grown desperate for anything.

“Between now and then, huh?” Piper eyed me curiously. “So what are you gonna say to the asshole?”

“He’s not an asshole, Piper.”

“Well, he hasn’t written in the three years he’s been gone.”

“Maybe he couldn’t,” I defended weakly.

“But he could keep in touch with your dad?”

“Dad went to visit him every week, kept him in the loop, but I wasn’t allowed to go.”

Piper frowned. “You should call him on that bullshit. This is your life, you’ve got to get your man.”

“He’s not my man.” But he used to be.

“He was when he went up to County. I’m bettin’ he still sees you that way now.”

“Thirty-six months is a long time to be…” I struggled to find the word. The club didn’t say things like prison, jail, incarcerated. They said, “going away.” It was safer that way.

“He owes you an explanation,” Piper said finally.

“He doesn’t owe me anything. I think he’s given me enough already.” I felt the bundle of tears clogging my throat.

“That’s not your fault, Anna. You’re not the reason he’s up there.”

I paused, holding the gaze of the girl I’d been friends with since I was three. “Feels like it.”

Her eyes searched my face before she collapsed with uncharacteristic emotion and pulled me into her embrace. “I know it does, Anna, but it’s not. I promise you it’s not.”

I wiped at the itchy tears running down my face. Every day without Ryker in my life felt like a bullet fracturing my soul.

Would he even want me anymore? Was I the same girl he left?

I wasn’t sure I was, and somewhere down deep, I felt guilt for changing on him too.

In the weeks following Ryker’s arrest and sentencing, Dad had sent me away to an early entrance college program that could fast-track me to a degree in sociology.

I’d only half wanted to go before the event that changed all of our lives. So when I’d told Dad I planned to stay right here at Falcon’s Nest and wait for Ryker to get home, he’d pulled me off my ass and thrown me out the door faster than I could blink.

All for the best, he’d said.

It’d taken me a long couple years to see the wisdom in that statement.

Now I was only six months away from earning my degree and back home for the summer. Back where it all began.

“So what time does that party start? I don’t want to be late.” Piper twittered behind me.

“We’re not going.”

“Why the hell not? It’s Ryker’s welcome home party, right? We’d like to welcome him.”

“You might like to welcome him. I’d rather sit here and sulk away the pain.”

“I’d really like to check out that bod. I bet he got big in the joint.” Piper’s eyes lit up.

I shook my head. “I don’t care.”

“Ha! He was a big motherfucker before, just imagine him now, Anna. Bulging biceps, washboard abs… Remember when we used to watch him do pull-ups in the garage?” Her eyes glassed over with the pleasurable memory.

“I remember you dragging me down into the ditch and getting covered in thistle weeds when he caught us.”

“He didn’t catch us,” Piper retorted.

“He did.” I laughed. “He told me he did.”

“Shit.”

“Not as stealthy as you thought, sister.”

She stuck out her tongue at me. “What are you gonna wear to the party? Something short, show off those legs. You’ve lost at least ten pounds since he last saw you.”

“Twelve.” I groaned, “And I’m not going. I’m staying right here, and if I run into him, I run into him?—”

“This one will make your tits look great.” She ignored everything I’d just said and pushed a clingy purple dress over my head.

“Piper!” I spat as I shoved my arms through the holes. “My dad will fucking kill us if we show up. It's a members-only kind of thing.”

“We’re members.” She adjusted the dress around my boobs, pulling the neckline down a little farther. “Well, you are. And I sorta am…by proxy or something.”

I arched an eyebrow when she spun me in the mirror. I frowned, taking in my curvy form.

“You look fucking hot.”

My frown deepened.

“He’s going to want to bone you the second he sees you.”

“Piper!”

“It’s a good dress. And, you’re kind of fucking gorgeous, Anna. I know no one tells you that. I don't know why they don’t tell you that… It’s that whole, I'm too smart for you unapproachable vibe you’ve got going on, but it’s true. You’re fucking gorgeous, and I bet Ryker beat off to you every night he was in that place, just waiting to see you again.”

A blush burned up my cheeks. “What if I don’t know him anymore, Piper?”

“Well, then it’s time to get reacquainted tonight.” She winked at my reflection in the mirror.

“I’m not going to that party.”

“Over my dead body, sister. Now let's get into your makeup. It just so happens I brought my falsies with me.” She yanked a pair of false eyelashes out of her huge purse. “You’re gonna look like a Kardashian tonight.”

“Ugh or a hooker. Kill me now.”

“Not until your face is done. After that, I don’t care what you do.” Piper pushed me into my bathroom, flicking on the light and plopping me ass-first onto the bench. “Time for him to see what he’s been missing.”