City Lights (Satan's Sinners M.C. Book 1) by Colbie Kay Read Free Book Online Page A

gives me a grin, I smile back, until he looks over my shoulder and his face drops. I look behind me and Hanger is standing there with an angry look on his face. With his arms crossed over his chest, and he growls. Yes, I said fuckin' growls. "You watch what you say, Romeo. She's off limits. So back the fuck off.” Then he looks at me and motions to the door. “Let's go outside Zoey." I bite down on my lips and drop my chin to my chest to try and suppress the laugh that wants to come out. I can’t get over the fact that this man just growled at another man and told him I’m off limits. When we get outside we head for the gate. I wonder why until we come to the guy that let us in earlier.
    "This is the guy I wanted you to meet. His name is Writer, he's deaf and doesn't know sign language. None of us do either, so he has to write everything down. Maybe you could teach him." I look at Writer and put my hand out to shake his, then make a gesture for his pen and paper. When he pulls it out, I write my name and ask if he would like to learn sign language. I hand it back to him and I watch as he reads it. Then he's looking back and forth between Hanger and me. He then nods his head and a slow beautiful smile forms on his face. He would be perfect for my sister. He has short dark hair, clean shaved face, cupids bow lips, deep green eyes, he has gauges in his ears, and I can see his arms, hands, and neck are almost completely covered in tattoos. He is beautiful with soft features to his face but manly at the same time. I write on the paper that I will meet him tomorrow afternoon, then I hand it back to him. He reads it and gives me a nod.
    We go back inside and get more drinks. I’ve got a good buzz going on when a woman walks up to me and sits at the table we're at, "Hey, Babe. I'm gonna go to the bar."
    "Okay, Hanger."
    "Hi, I'm Zoey."
    "Hey, I'm Chatty. It's nice to finally get to meet you."
    "Oh. You’re the one that helped clean and dress me. Thank you so much for that, and the clothes that was nice of you."
    "It's nothin' Zoey. You'll be borrowing a lot of my stuff until we can get you shopping. So as you now know I'm Chatty. I work in the bar. I'm Rippers Ol’ Lady, we are also married. I'm twenty five and until you came along I was the only woman around here. So I'm glad you’re here. We gotta stick together against all the whores around here. So what's your story, girl?"
    "Oh, I got some clothes from my sister today, so I won't have to borrow much. It really means a lot that you are letting me borrow your things."
    I see why they call her Chatty. Boy this woman can talk, I like her though. I tell her my story and when I'm done I look at her and she looks at me with pity.
    "Don't do that. Don't pity me. I'm gonna be fine and I think we are gonna be really good friends."
    "Yeah we are." I look around the room and I just can’t help myself I look at Chatty and ask
    "So, why does everyone call those girls ‘club whores’?"
    "Because that's what they are. They are here to fuck. It doesn't matter to them who, and most of the guys here have been with all of them at some point or another. They don't like me though, because they can't have Ripper. I can't stand their asses because they still try to get him. Those bitches have no shame."
    "That's just nasty. They fuck all these guys and don't care? Gross. I got introduced to a lot of the guys but who are the rest of them?"
    "They are what we call ‘hang a rounds’ they party with us but they aren't part of the club. Now that that’s out of the way. Let’s go dance." She doesn't wait for me to reply, she grabs my arm and hauls me to the dance floor.
    I'm pretty well lit, and they keep bringing me drinks. So what else to do but drink them. Even better they are bringing me Blue Moon, which is my favorite. I love dancing. The song, Where It's At by Dustin Lynch, comes on and we just go out there and have fun with it.
    "Hey, Zoey. You’re a good dancer."
    "Thanks. So are you.