Two Weeks of Sin

I knew that voice better than I knew my own. “Gina?” I looked over my shoulder to see her reddened cheeks as she held me tight.

The girl was clearly drunk as she stumbled back, blinking against the florescent lights. “Where were you?!” she urged. “I was looking for you!”

I sighed and put an arm around her. “I’m fine, hun,” I assured. “We must have been walking circles around each other.”

She sniffled and nodded, burying her head in my chest. “I was scared.”

I rubbed her back gently and nodded. I wanted to be mad at her but I knew I couldn’t. She was too drunk to remember any kind of lecture I might have given her.

Dylan watched us, his arms crossed over his broad chest. “Maybe I’ll see you around town, hun?”

I glared at him, but didn’t say a word and grabbed Gina, pulling her arm over my shoulder and helping her out of the bar.

Chapter Six

I stumbled through the streets with her until we were back on the tram, heading towards our respective homes.

“He was cute,” Gina murmured, her head resting against my shoulder.

“You’re drunk,” I countered.

She couldn’t stop her giggle. “I might be drunk but I’m not blind!” she sang, her eyes ironically closed.

“You have beer goggles,” I murmured. “He wasn’t that cute and he was a giant dick. He tried to intimidate me and practically blamed the whole bar fight on me.”

“Whatever you say darling. You looked like you were ready to trip over him.”

I didn’t like just how much truth was in her words. I was attracted to the leader of the biker gang. It had never outright been said that he was the leader, but I wasn’t stupid. He controlled the room in a way that was almost magical. His power over the other men was intoxicating. I licked my lips subconsciously, staring out the train window as lights flashed by. I wasn’t about to fall for some cold-hearted criminal I met in a biker bar.

When the train came to a stop I helped Gina out and walked her down the sidewalk, ignoring all of her teasing about me and the biker. Jeez, she wasn’t going to let this go. I was tempted to leave her in the damn street but I cared about her too much. I sighed and helped her to her house, making sure she was inside the door before I walked away. She could crawl her way up the stairs.

By the time I arrived home, the sun was beginning to come up. How long had we been out at that bar? I hadn’t even been keeping track of time, everything happened so fast. I sighed and pushed the front door open, glancing into the living room as I walked past.

My dad was in his seat, head thrown back as he snored loudly. He’d fallen asleep with the TV blaring some car show. He fancied himself a handyman, but he really wasn’t good at fixing anything other than bikes.

I snuck across the room and hit the button to turn the TV off. It was so damn loud I was sure it would keep me up. Once the house was silent I crept upstairs to take a shower, happy to wash away all of the gross bar smoke from my hair and made my way to my room. I kicked off my shoes, curling up in bed and starin

g up at the ceiling.

A sigh left my lips as I threw my hands over my eyes and closed them. The sound of my fan was slowly starting to put me to sleep, the rhythmic hum bringing me comfort. I sighed and turned over in my bed, staring at the wall. The sun was already starting to make the room hot and I groaned softly.

My eyes slipped shut and as I tried to doze off into a peaceful sleep, all I could see was Dylan’s face. His perfect, full lips and that cocky fucking smile. Why the hell was I thinking of him? I grabbed the pillow and covered my head, squeezing my eyes closed even tighter.

As I tried to drift off I couldn’t help but consider why he might have offered his help and why I was so damn turn on by him. I couldn’t figure out the answer to either question. All I knew was I wanted to see him again. I hated it.

Chapter Seven

I slept through most of the morning and when my eyes finally fluttered open again, the sun was high in the sky. It was probably late afternoon and I groaned softly, knowing this was going to royally screw up my sleeping schedule. Oh well, I could just take some Nyquil and knock myself out later tonight. No harm, no foul, right?

I slid out of bed and went to the closet, pulling out some clean clothes. I was still sore from all of the activity from the night before and I felt like death. It was sticking to me in all the wrong places. I slipped into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, opting for comfort rather than style. It was still one of my days off and my classes didn’t start until the evening, so I wasn’t really planning on going anywhere.

I hummed softly to myself and wandered downstairs, expecting dad to be gone. He worked odd jobs as a handyman and it was enough to keep him above water, though it apparently became more difficult when I got thrown into the mix. He’d insisted I get a job the second I’d arrived in Atlanta. I moved here when I was eighteen and that was enough of a reason for me to have a job, according to him. It didn’t really matter that I was taking classes.

When I reached the bottom step, I was surprised to find my dad in his chair, chewing on his thumb nail as he watched the TV. It was still one of those stupid car shows. God, how long did those shows run for?

The floor creaked under my foot and he turned to face me, smiling sadly. His face was tanned and full of wrinkles and little scars here and there. He looked like a rough guy, but the bushy, greying beard somehow softened his face. It made him seem less …. scary.

“Hey……kiddo. You finally up?” he asked, his voice surprisingly soft.