Gypsy's Sin [Wind Riders MC]

Chapter Nine

Cyn was surprised at the number of members in attendance for a Monday evening. The group wasn't anything like Friday night or Saturday, but more than Cyn expected. There were at least fifty bikes out front and a group of perhaps ten more on the side. This, with the fifteen or so cars and trucks in the lot, suggested to Cyn that someone set something up. Granted, she had never been to the club on a Monday before, so perhaps this was a normal crowd. But as soon as Gypsy and her crossed the threshold, the air of expectancy was too thick to ignore. The crowd had a purpose for being here, and their attention was focused on Gypsy – and her.

She looked up to Gypsy who appeared not to notice the vibrancy of the room at all. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, and then said, "I'll be right back. I have to drop in on Knight for a moment." Then he took the stairs and she could feel the eyes watch him go.

The expectancy remained the same, following him through the room. She could tell where he was by the feel of crowd's attention.

She smiled at this, told herself she was getting paranoid and went to the bar area. Spotting Larry, she gave him a wave and he motioned to the stool beside him.

Conversations were picking back up around the room as she sat down next to Larry.

"It's not usually this crowded on a Monday night, is it?" she asked casually.

"Perceptive as always, my dear," Larry agreed.

"What is going on?" she asked him.

"I believe the technical term is 'witch-hunt', and Gypsy is the witch, with Derrick promoting himself as the man with the burning oil."

"No peep as to what he's going to drop?" she asked.

"Not a word, but he has made it sound like it's on the level of pureeing live babies," Larry told her.

"Oh shit," she hissed.

"You know something?"

"Not really but I feel something, and I'm thinking this could get ugly," she murmured and signaled for a beer.

Gypsy came down the stairs, and the focus of the crowd moved with him, while he moved unhindered and went to the middle of the bar, ignoring her waved invitation.

He ordered a beer and left cash on the bar for future drinks, letting everyone know he planned on staying for the whole show tonight.

Then Derrick was behind him, not on top of him – distant enough for polite conversation – and a good hearing from everyone near-by.

"Eight months this time Gypsy, that's a long time," Derrick began.

Gypsy turned slowly and leaned back on the bar with his elbow, "You've got something to say Derrick, and most of these folks are here for the show, probably at your invite. So, just say it, so I can get some dinner and these folks can get back to real life."

"I know what you've been doing," Derrick said, "You've been running drugs."

"And?" Gypsy said, extremely bored.

Cyn tensed up. "Oh shit," she hissed.

Derrick smiled, "You've been running them of Orlin Ruiz."

The bar was suddenly as still as a morgue.

Gypsy set his bottle down, and took out his phone. He speed dialed a number, "Yes, it's me. You were right all along. I never saw this one coming though, but it's deranged, even for him. I'm asking for tribunal."