Sinners MC - Evan Grace Page 0,2

a bicycle and never left.” He chuckled.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t they all?”

“No, he rolled up on an actual bicycle. A Huffy.”

She felt the smile spread across her face. She looked over where Huffy was seated. He was animated as he talked to a couple patched guys she knew. He had broad shoulders and a way about him she found fascinating. Yeah, he talked the talk and walked the walk when she got here, but there was something different about him. She couldn’t put her finger on it.

One of the men glanced her way. Doing a double take, he threw his hands in the air, walking toward her in an awkward predator crouch. Had this been anyone else, she would have been creeped out, but he was as good of a guy as you could get in a club such as this.

“As I live and breathe.” Mother skittered over, picking her up and spinning her around. He was in his early sixties. He wore his silver hair longer than its matching beard. Icy blue eyes that danced when he laughed but turned to daggers when you met his bad side. She only needed them directed at her one time, when she was about seven years old, to know she never wanted to be on that side again. He grew up with her father, and they had been thick as thieves their whole lives. He was her godfather and loved her like she was his own.

“I haven’t seen you in ages. It’s about damn time. What finally brings ya around?”

Her father sipped his drink. “Some news we need to look into.”

“What kinda news, LB?” Concern etched Mother’s face. “Are you okay, sweetheart? Did some boy do somethin’ stupid? I can have five guys ready with one word.”

She shook her head. “No, Mother, nothing like that.” She was one hundred percent certain Mother wasn’t exaggerating his willingness to have her honor defended.

“Renegades.”

“We haven’t had beef with the Renegades in two decades.”

Bonnie resumed her spot on the stool next to her father. “One came in last night, carved up pretty good. One of his boys told him it was you guys. I overheard him mention a shipment of stolen guns and drugs.”

Her father growled. “We don’t deal in drugs.” He slammed his fist on the bar.

Once her father became president four years ago, he changed the club rules. He had a strict no-drugs policy. Shirley Malone, Bonnie’s grandmother, had overdosed when her father was a teenager. Her death hit the family hard. Lloyd had no one else except his father and the club after that. Both dabbled in pharmaceuticals. So began his hatred of drugs. He would overlook marijuana if you were outside, but no smoking that inside the club either.

“Herein lies the problem.” Bonnie knew she was stating the obvious, but sometimes that’s what you had to do with a group of stubborn men. Not many men were as stubborn as Lloyd Malone.

“Stay out here and try to play nice with the boys. Mother and I need to talk.”

“Sure thing, Dad.” She didn’t want to know whatever they were planning. She only wanted to help her dad stay safe and possibly avoid a war. No one won in a gang war. Too many lives lost and ruined to ever consider a winner. She saw the aftermath more frequently than she wanted.

Bonnie watched Huffy walk toward her, his stride less cocky than their first encounter. He sat on the stool her father vacated. She was intrigued. Cogs handed him another beer. He sat there for a while in complete silence. He turned to her, looking her in the eye.

“I apologize…you know…for earlier.”

“Well, that’s new.”

“I’m serious. I had no idea you were LB’s daughter. I always assumed you were a teenager the way he spoke about you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I know what the guys are like in clubs. It’s part of why I was kept away after I turned sixteen.”

“Buy you another beer?”

He seemed harmless. “Fuck it, why not?”

Once he stopped acting like a caveman, Huffy was a pretty nice guy. He was funny, attractive, and seemed incredibly smart. She was surprised to find him in a club. He was the type of guy she usually found herself interested in, minus the patch. She didn’t want a life like her mother had. Her father was a patched member way before they married, so her mom needed to shoulder some of the blame for how her life turned out.

Her father had numerous affairs, most