Page 14 of Sinner's Storm
“What else do you remember?” Bella asked.
“That it was hot. I remember Mrs. Calloway arguing with some AC repair man. The guy was yelling at her, getting in her face. Then two bikers showed up and took care of everything.”
“Wait a minute,” Finley said, narrowing her eyes and leaning forward. “You never told us he was a biker.”
“I didn’t think it was relevant. I was already half drunk. I’d just lost my job. I still hadn’t found a new apartment, and I barely had enough money in my account to buy groceries that week. My head was all over the place.”
“But you’re sure he was a biker?” Finley questioned.
I nodded. “Yes. That much I remember and the note he left on my nightstand, thanking me for a good time.”
Before I could ask her why that was so important, Finley got up and walked out of the room, her phone to her ear.
Chapter Four
Storm
“Well, Storm, everything looks good,” Bane muttered, writing something in my chart as I buttoned up my shirt.
“Could have told you that,” I grumbled, getting to my feet.
I fucking hated getting physicals. If it wasn’t mandatory for me to be part of this club, I would never bother visiting a doctor. Besides, I had more important things to do than let Bane poke and prod to his heart’s content. Fucker wasn’t happy unless he was making one of us scream. Too bad for him. I refused to play along this time.
“So, I can get the fuck out of here now?”
“No,” the annoying fucker whispered.
“Why the hell not?”
“Need to update your blood work.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s been two years, and you are not getting any younger.”
“Fucker, I’m barely forty-one.”
“And prime meat for cardiovascular disease, diabetes, and a slew of other shit. Now shut the fuck up and sit back down. I promise not to take too much.”
“I fucking hate you,” I snarled, rolling up my sleeve.
“Feeling’s mutual.”
A loud knock rattled the door before it was flung open to reveal Montana, his expression furious. “You done with him, Bane?”
“No.”
“Can it wait?”
“No?”
Rolling my eyes, I groaned. “What do you need, Montana? He’s only taking blood.”
“Make sure you get enough for a paternity test.”
“Excuse me?”
“Hiya, fucknut!” One of my sister’s childhood friends, Finley James, smiled, stepping around Montana as she slid into the room.