Billionaire Stepbrother - Secret Lives by Madeline Du Bois Page A
Authors: Madeline Du Bois
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then, and let’s see who’s at The Blue Pig. They call me Diesel, though. Remember that.” And with that, they took off into the night again towards downtown Detroit.
When they pulled up to bar, she noticed a sign on the door that said it was under renovations. “Well, there goes that idea,” she sighed.
“Oh, that?” Dante commented, “That doesn’t apply to us.” He drove around to the other side and parked next to several other motorcycles before walking inside with her, side-by-side. She hoped she looked okay even though she was still a little wet, and her hair had been blown back into a frizzball as the wind dried it.
She could hear noise coming from the inside as they approached the back entrance. She suddenly felt nervous about meeting his motorcycle gang now that it was almost a reality. What would they think of her? Would she make a fool of herself? It was an important moment in their budding relationship since he thought of them more as family than the two of them as step siblings, even though the MC version was behaving like a broken one lately.
“Are you sure this is okay with you?” she asked as he reached for the door handle. She really hadn’t allowed him to give his opinion first.
She felt him reach down and squeeze her hand. “I wouldn’t have brought you here if I wasn’t sure. You already know about it, anyway, and it’ll mean we can spend more time together if you’re a part of this life with me. I appreciate your acceptance of all of this. But please just let me know if at any point it’s too much for you.”
She smiled, pretty sure it would never be too much.
Chapter 15
“You’ve gotta be shitting me. Look everyone; Diesel brought a chick with him!” a man called out over the noise of the crowd. He was rather tall, and he slurred his words as if he were drunk. Everyone seemed to pause what they were doing and look Cynthia’s way, and she felt a million eyes scrutinizing her.
“And that is Bryant, the VP of the MC,” Dante, or rather Diesel, whispered into her ear. She tried to put a friendly smile on her face and then wiped it off immediately. Did bikers smile at each other? She covered her mouth, trying not to laugh at the silly question she had just posed to herself.
A swarm of bodies came up to them, slapping them on the back, handing them drinks to chug, and introducing themselves. It became a blur. Luckily, it died down to just a few that stuck around, and Diesel reintroduced them. “The most important people for you to know are Bryant, my VP, Ax, Barbie, Liz, Jaz, and Billy.” He pointed to the people surrounding them one-by-one, but her eyes settled on Liz. She recognized her from the first time she’d met Diesel at that very bar. It was the girl he’d scolded. In the light she looked thin and orange like too much spray tan, but had the body of a model. She looked like she did serious drugs, as well. She wasn’t sure why she’d ever been jealous of her.
Barbie, on the other hand, looked like she might be a problem. She had cute blonde hair with a pink streak on one side that looked fresh. She chewed bubble gum and wore some barely-there shorts and a tank. She looked better suited for Hooters than for a motorcycle club. Then she noticed that Barbie kept looking back at Bryant, and Cynthia let out a relived breath. She was clearly already taken.
Ax was practically drooling in Liz’s direction, and Cynthia could almost see a porno film playing in the guy’s head. She hoped he would go away soon. It was Billy that looked the youngest and most charming, though there was no woman by his side. She had no idea why.
“Well, are you gonna tell us her name or what, Diesel?” Barbie asked.
“Yes, of course; this is Sin. She’s my old lady.” Diesel pulled her into him by the hip and squeezed on her right ass cheek. Sin? He hadn't mentioned calling her that before, but it seemed like he was trying
When they pulled up to bar, she noticed a sign on the door that said it was under renovations. “Well, there goes that idea,” she sighed.
“Oh, that?” Dante commented, “That doesn’t apply to us.” He drove around to the other side and parked next to several other motorcycles before walking inside with her, side-by-side. She hoped she looked okay even though she was still a little wet, and her hair had been blown back into a frizzball as the wind dried it.
She could hear noise coming from the inside as they approached the back entrance. She suddenly felt nervous about meeting his motorcycle gang now that it was almost a reality. What would they think of her? Would she make a fool of herself? It was an important moment in their budding relationship since he thought of them more as family than the two of them as step siblings, even though the MC version was behaving like a broken one lately.
“Are you sure this is okay with you?” she asked as he reached for the door handle. She really hadn’t allowed him to give his opinion first.
She felt him reach down and squeeze her hand. “I wouldn’t have brought you here if I wasn’t sure. You already know about it, anyway, and it’ll mean we can spend more time together if you’re a part of this life with me. I appreciate your acceptance of all of this. But please just let me know if at any point it’s too much for you.”
She smiled, pretty sure it would never be too much.
Chapter 15
“You’ve gotta be shitting me. Look everyone; Diesel brought a chick with him!” a man called out over the noise of the crowd. He was rather tall, and he slurred his words as if he were drunk. Everyone seemed to pause what they were doing and look Cynthia’s way, and she felt a million eyes scrutinizing her.
“And that is Bryant, the VP of the MC,” Dante, or rather Diesel, whispered into her ear. She tried to put a friendly smile on her face and then wiped it off immediately. Did bikers smile at each other? She covered her mouth, trying not to laugh at the silly question she had just posed to herself.
A swarm of bodies came up to them, slapping them on the back, handing them drinks to chug, and introducing themselves. It became a blur. Luckily, it died down to just a few that stuck around, and Diesel reintroduced them. “The most important people for you to know are Bryant, my VP, Ax, Barbie, Liz, Jaz, and Billy.” He pointed to the people surrounding them one-by-one, but her eyes settled on Liz. She recognized her from the first time she’d met Diesel at that very bar. It was the girl he’d scolded. In the light she looked thin and orange like too much spray tan, but had the body of a model. She looked like she did serious drugs, as well. She wasn’t sure why she’d ever been jealous of her.
Barbie, on the other hand, looked like she might be a problem. She had cute blonde hair with a pink streak on one side that looked fresh. She chewed bubble gum and wore some barely-there shorts and a tank. She looked better suited for Hooters than for a motorcycle club. Then she noticed that Barbie kept looking back at Bryant, and Cynthia let out a relived breath. She was clearly already taken.
Ax was practically drooling in Liz’s direction, and Cynthia could almost see a porno film playing in the guy’s head. She hoped he would go away soon. It was Billy that looked the youngest and most charming, though there was no woman by his side. She had no idea why.
“Well, are you gonna tell us her name or what, Diesel?” Barbie asked.
“Yes, of course; this is Sin. She’s my old lady.” Diesel pulled her into him by the hip and squeezed on her right ass cheek. Sin? He hadn't mentioned calling her that before, but it seemed like he was trying
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