Do I go with it?
The problem is, I’m not sure that Iwantto fight him off.
And even if I do, what would be the repercussions?
He’s stronger than I am. He is the president of an outlaw motorcycle club, for God’s sake!
The familiar smell of beer assaults my senses, his lips a hair’s breadth away. My legs want to give way as a slow smirk crosses his face, and then, he begins to pull back, a light chuckle escaping his chest. “Yeah, wildcat… you areone hundred percentjudgmental,” he states, licking his bottom lip, pulling back completely, then begins walking farther into the kitchen, leaving me reeling against the damn wall.
Letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, I straighten out my shirt and take off after him. “What the hell wasthat?”I yell as I enter the kitchen, seeing a young girl, maybe eighteen, possibly pushing nineteen, pulling something that smells delicious out of the oven.
Her eyes widen as Sin moves to the bench beside her, but she says nothing, continuing with what she’s doing, ignoring the clear argument Sin and I are about to have.
“You want to do this? Okay. Let’s do it!” he snaps, my eyes shifting to the young girl, but she continues to say nothing, going about her business as if nothing is happening, while Sin continues his tirade. “You clearly judged the club girls and the fact that they have sex with the guys—”
“That’snotwhat I did—”
“Yeah, you absolutely did,Elizabeth. And as a woman, I would thinkyou,of all people, should be the first to say that a woman has rights over her own body.”
Glaring at him, I step forward, shoving my finger in his face. “Don’t youdarepull that fucking card on me, Sin. If I’m being judgmental, which I amnot, that is theexactreason why I would be. I can’t fathom why women would want to be here, cooking, cleaning, and fucking every damn brother in this place just for the sheer fun of it. It doesn’t make sense to me.”
“Should I leave?” the young girl quietly whispers.
“No, Millie, stay. I want someone else to witness this conversation,” Sin replies to the young girl.
Millie simply nods and continues baking while I furrow my brows.
Glancing across at her, a tight knot forms in my stomach. “Millie, was it?” I ask.
Her cute little face pops up to look at me hesitantly. “Uh… yeah?”
“Are they grooming you to become a club girl? Are you underage?” I ask, point-blank.
Sin groans, spinning away from me and begins pacing like he’s ready to pop a gasket.
Millie snorts out a laugh like I’ve said the funniest thing in the world while she places her cookies on the bench. She weakly smiles at me. “Elizabeth, right?”
“Do you need me to help get you out of here?” I ask in all seriousness.
“Are youfuckingkidding me right now?” Sin spins back to face me, his face turning redder with each passing second as Millie rounds the kitchen counter to meet me.
“I got this, Pres,” Millie simply states, stepping in front of me. She places her hand out for me to shake. Furrowing my brows, I take it, giving her a simple handshake. “Hi, Elizabeth, I’m Millie. I’m not actually a member of the club, simply what I guess they would call a hangaround. My father, Jonas, owns the McLane Mining Co. over in Mineral Ridge, and when my father got into trouble with some bad guys who run the casinos in town, he came to Defiance for help when those same bad guys from the casino took me as collateral.”
Oh, shit!My stomach sinks through the floor.
I’ve definitely misjudged this situation.
As I turn to face Sin, his scowl, etched deep, and the fire in his gaze make one thing painfully clear—he’s pissed.
I gnaw on my bottom lip as Millie continues, “Sin and his men saved me, and while yes, I am underage, in no way at all are they grooming me into becoming a club girl, quite the opposite, in fact. I come here to hang out because they’re cool people, and I bake them cookies and cakes because they have a really great kitchen, and they let me experiment with my recipes.”
Sin finally manages a small smile. “And we get the benefit of trying all your new creations.”
Millie leans back against the counter. “I totally understand that for outsiders, it can be hard to comprehend that a 1% biker club can have genuinely nice people. That the guys can have hearts, be compassionate, and not be out to cause chaos andcarnage all the time. And that your first instinct is to think the absolute worst. But, Elizabeth, you reallydohave the wrong end of the stick here. Sin… he saved me from being raped and tortured by the Hidden Hand Alliance. I can honestlyneverrepay him for that, but I try with my baking, even though he doesn’t expect a single thing from me.”
My eyes shift to Sin, regret flowing through me instantly as his nostrils flare. I go to say something, but Millie keeps talking, “And you really have the wrong idea about the club girls too.”
I raise my brow, turning back to face her.
