Gypsy's Sin [Wind Riders MC]

Part One ~ Wind Riders

Cynthia "Cyn" Palmer, pulled her red Lowrider up to the club and scanned the bikes outside. She spotted Larry's blue and white Heritage and slid hers in beside him. She liked Larry. For a lawyer he was alright. Sure, he was old enough to be her father, but he was easy to talk to, funny, intelligent and had great blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires. To top it off, he had a nice ass in his blue jeans.

So, yeah, a few too many drinks, and Larry saying the right words, it could happen.

Thinking about it, she felt she wouldn't mind at all, and could easily play the scene all the way through. In the morning, they would be slightly embarrassed about the whole thing. For the next few chance meetings, they would give each other smiles and waves and keep on going. After a couple of weeks, though, they would settle back down into the comfortable friendship they've enjoyed together — and hell – then it could happen all over again.

She set her Lowrider down on its stand, pulled off her helmet and shook out her thick red hair, running her fingers through the mane to fluff it out a little. Then headed for the club door.

So far Larry was the only one she thought it could happen with and not turn into a disaster worthy of a hurricane rating. There were plenty of good men in the Wind Riders MC, having over two hundred members in the San Diego area. She met Ben the VP, James of course, and Halo, and even Rick — and all of their beautiful wives, and girlfriends.

Randy, a prospect, was more than a little cute, but he was a prospect still, and she got bad vibes from the way he looked at Daphne, her best friend. Daphne was with Derrick, and Derrick sponsored Randy into the club. So, in Cyn's mind that meant Daphne should be way-off-limits for Randy if he had any respect for Derrick or the club, but Cyn wasn't sure he did.

That aside, she did admit it was difficult to think of Derrick with respect. She just didn't believe Derrick would have her back when the chips went down.

He talked a lot too.

Most of what came out of Derrick's mouth was mean, and often about someone in the club. He just said shit, and it was constant. She had only been coming around for two months and in that time she watched Derrick get the crap beat out of him three times for saying the wrong shit about the wrong person.

Derrick wasn't that big of a guy. About six feet, yes, but he didn't have a great build. Shoulders were alright; his body was more or less in shape. The muscles of his arms were defined by hard labor, not gym groomed. His shock of blond hair and those blue eyes of his were his best features, but they didn't help much in a fight.

On top of that, the man couldn't fight. She would've done better against the men who called him out. A lot better. Derrick took a beating each time. A bloody beating.

Never stopped his mouth. Didn't even slow it down.

Cyn loved Daphne. She was a gorgeous blond with laughing green eyes, and a body she loved to show off. When Cyn first moved into Lakeside she had no friends and knew nothing about the area. Daphne and her met and soon after Daphne brought her here to the club.

Cyn had tried the local tavern a few times, but there was just nothing to get into with the regulars there.

El Cajon was close but filled with biker bars of the monstrous testosterone variety, which she found more disturbing than alluring. And sure, she understood her place in the grand scheme of things, as a woman hanging around the men she chose to, and she felt good about it too. However, there was a line between her place, and being a second class citizen; a line she wasn't comfortable crossing, and certainly wasn't going to cross by force or fright. A guy could lose his nuts trying to force her across that line. She didn't carry the blade on her left hip for show. Her father taught her how to use that blade against stronger, taller, and more powerful adversaries. She was a quick study.