The Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club, Books 1-3 by Sarah Castille Page A

teeth, she forced the memories away. “Leo.” She spat out his name, her nose wrinkling when he pulled her hard against his body. “How did you get in here? Get the hell off me.”
    â€œI’ll get off on you, babe. How would you like that?” He ground his hips into her ass and she almost heaved.
    â€œYou’re disgusting.” She grabbed the bottle from the shelf and slid past him, then headed for the door. Last thing she wanted was to be trapped in a room with Viper’s VP.
    â€œAnd you’re coming with me when you’re done work,” Leo said, following her into the main room. “Viper wants to see you, but he’s tied up till later, so there’s time for a drink.”
    He rounded the bar and settled himself on a barstool. Almost immediately, the couple at the end of the bar vacated their seats. But then, Leo always had that effect on people. With his sharp, angular features, unnaturally pale skin, cruel slash of a mouth, and pitch black hair cut long on top, he almost had the look of a comic book villain. But there was nothing comical about her father’s VP. Not even the bulky hoodie he wore under his leather cut could hide the enormous, cruel power of his muscular body.
    Arianne didn’t dare look at the Sinners in the corner as she filled a tray with whiskey glasses. Leo had to have come in through the back door leading to the parking lot. He would never have risked a public meeting with the Sinners this soon after the fire. Would Jagger think she was still with the Jacks? How could he not, with her pouring drinks and chatting with Leo at the bar?
    Still, she could hardly wait until Jagger saw Leo’s cut. The Sinners were the dominant presence in the bar, which meant no other bikers were welcome tonight. She had no love for Leo, and he deserved what was coming to him.
    â€œSure.” She opened and closed cupboards on the pretense of looking for more glasses. For the first time ever, she considered not answering Viper’s summons. Usually he sent Leo when she’d done something wrong. This time she’d done something unforgivable, and it wasn’t just her at risk, but Jeff, too.
    â€œWhat does Viper want with me?” Still playing for time—what the hell was taking those Sinners so long to notice the Black Jack sitting at the bar?—she added a few more glasses to the tray and placed the whiskey bottle in the center. Then, to keep Leo distracted, she threw a few ice cubes into a glass and shoved it across the counter.
    â€œWhat do you think he wants?” Leo’s eyes narrowed in contempt. “He wants to know what the fuck you were doing at the Sinner’s Tribe clubhouse, fucking up Jeff’s job. The truck came back half empty, and Jeff has disappeared. The Triad is riding Viper something fierce ’cause he made them pay in advance for those weapons.” Leo leaned toward her, his body thrumming with menace. “Viper’s wondering if you and Jeff got together and decided to do a little business on the side. And even if you didn’t, you know how it works: Someone has to take the fall—and he’s decided on you.”
    â€œHe can get more damn guns.” She dropped her hand to the counter, just above the hidden emergency call button. She’d seen Leo angry and agitated, but never like this. Viper must have blamed him in some way for what happened.
    Leo’s mouth crimped in annoyance. “There are no more AK-47s in any of the four neighboring states, and he can’t take the risk of bringing them direct from Mexico. He’s so fucking pissed, Vexy, he’s destroyed half the clubhouse and put the three men who went with Jeff in the hospital.”
    Arianne rearranged the glassware beneath the counter to hide her trembling hands, but she couldn’t stop a shudder from coursing up her spine.
    â€œYeah.” Leo’s gaze crawled over her. “You know what I’m talking