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Sin had anger issues and had even… Well, beating men to death wasn’t outside of his capabilities, that’s all I would say about that.
And still, it would make sense why Sin had to keep quiet. Storm was one of the guys who usually accompanied Nyx, but with him being so down and out of it, it would make sense for Nyx to drag Sin into this sorry business of his.
No longer wishing that I’d been called up to help and preferring this dry as a desert task, seeing as this wouldn’t get my ass hauled back in jail, I finally settled on a picture of a snake that I found in the yard two days ago.
I was going to graft two photographs together. The snake had been hidden among wet leaves under a bush in the yard, but I was going to have it lying somewhere a lot more interesting… I just wasn’t sure where. Somewhere a lot more atmospheric than under a bush, that was for sure. I just didn’t have a suitable picture yet.
No one else came or went over the next couple hours, so I switched from how I’d been passing the time when I was free to do whatever I wanted and had moved on to a game. It was then that I heard the engine, one that was definitely not a hog.
There was very little traffic in this part of West Orange because we owned most of this hill, and there was only one property above us which belonged to the MC’s lawyer, Rachel Laker.
She had a house there where she lived with her brother, Rain, and part of her law practice was on that compound. But I recognized her SUV, knew her engine, and was well aware that this vehicle wasn’t hers.
People didn’t get lost up here, so I knew we had a visitor.
Getting to my feet, I left the gatehouse behind. Tucking my cell phone into my pocket, I shuffled outside, finding a run-of-the-mill yellow cab from the city idling beyond the gates.
When a young woman climbed out of the back, I knew immediately who it was.
Maybe it was the artist in me, maybe it was the man who recognized a beautiful woman, or maybe it was simply somebody who recognized jailbait when they saw it…
Although Mary Catherine wasn’t jailbait anymore.
That wouldn’t stop Sin from beating the fuck out of me if he knew I thought his sister was hot, though.
I’d only seen her once, but there was something about her features that was worthy of a third,fourthglance, even.
Cheekbones carved from ice, skin as pale as cream. Those eyes of hers glinted like peridots, seeing more than they should, looking ancient and brand new, like fresh leaves, all at the same time.
Everything about her was rich.
Everything.
And I wasn’t even talking about the designer clothes she wore that put her out of my price range by a good couple thousand dollars.
I just meant how her hair gleamed like velvet in the miserable sunlight, strawberry blonde and silky with it. It made my palms and fingers tingle with the need to touch it.
No, bikers shouldn’t get fucking tingles, but the need to stroke this woman’s hair was a craving, and I knew all about those. She was like nicotine or junk food. Both were really bad for you, but the first puff of a cig, the first chew of a double cheeseburger—heaven.
Those peridot eyes sparked with life as she watched me take her in. Layers within layers. Deep green striations and gold highlights that would make them impossible to replicate if I were drawing her.
She had a heart-shaped face that gave her a pointed chin with a tiny divot my thumb ached to slot into.
I had the strangest feeling that my thumb alone was made to sit there.
Stupid, right?
This wasn’t a Nicholas Sparks’ novel.
Not that I’d read any of those.
Nope.
Never.
Not me.
As I processed exactly how badly I wanted my hands all over her, I also processed how out of reach she was to me.
