My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 42: Proud A You

☆Kyara☆

I wake up feeling tired which is fucking annoying. My alarm goes off like it does every morning at this time, but I haven't been told to go over to the club yet. Neth said someone would message me.

Nothing has stopped me from going over there before, and it shouldn't just because they're all back! I don't want it to stop me now. It's my routine, and they're messing with it. I can get on with other things while I wait for everyone to vacate their rooms.

So I go take a shower, do my business, put a little tinted moisturiser on and mascara, and I'm good to go. Well, I need to get dressed first.

I grab leggings and a vest, throwing my now favorite flannel over the top. Sarra, bless her, told me to keep it after that first time I panicked, and Katy-ann shoved it under my nose. It's a dark green and black plaid one, and I love it. I button it up to hide my tat, and then grab my bag, chucking my mobile and purse into it.

I walk out of my room and down the stairs,  into the front room of mum and dad's. I felt bad not calling her mum when I knew she wanted me to, and after talking to my mum, she was happy for me to call her by it. So I did.

"Mum, dad, you up?" I called out.

"What is it, Babygirl?" Dad asks as he comes in from his room, tucking his top into his jeans. He's wearing his matching leather jacket thing that all the Sinner's wear, it suits him, and it's the first time I'm seeing him in it.

"Nothin'. I was just seeing if you were up? I was just gonna grab some breakfast before heading over ta the club"

"Well, I got church this mornin', though I ain't stayin' for it all. Your brother was patched in yesterday, so it's gonna be celebrated taday. Expect a lot a drinkin' 'n' fuckin' ta be goin' on all day." It's not great, but I've learned to ignore it now. Plus, all the guys are great. Well, except Jimmy.

They all treat me like a little sister, I've never felt so protected in my life, it's the one place I enjoy spending my time, because I don't feel like I'm looking over my shoulder. They all have it covered.

"Ah'ite." I say. He's grinning at me, with a raised eyebrow, so with a laugh, I say, "What?"

"Nothin' you just said ah'ite."

"Well, it's how y'all say it. If ya hear certain things enough, you'll start saying it." I say, a little embarrassed. It's hard to stop it now, as it just comes out automatically.

"It's cute, Babygirl. 'N' wi' your English accent, I'm gonna need a couple a gun's ta keep the Sinners at bay." I roll my eyes at that.

He says it all the time, but the guys are all perfect gentlemen around me, or should I say toward me, because I've probably seen them all fucking at one point or another.

Mum brings us breakfast, and we eat quickly, then I need to pee. I stand when Dad does,

"You gotta use the loo?" I gave him a look. "What?" He laughs.

"You know what!" I laugh back and head toward the bathroom.

"I'm just provin' a point, that if it's said enough-" I pick up a cushion off the sofa and throw it at him. He's implying I say loo all the time, the git. I walk into the bathroom with him laughing behind me. When I come out, no one is around.

"Dad?"

"'E's popped ova ta start church as 'e was runnin' late. 'E asked that ya stay 'er till 'e comes back for ya. 'E won't be long. Why don't ya make a couple a ya cinnamon things? I'll cook 'em 'n' bring 'em ova once they're done?" She suggests.