Gypsy's Sin [Wind Riders MC]

Chapter Eleven

Cynthia was sitting on the edge of her bed looking at her hands when Gypsy called her.

"Yes?" she asked.

"I've got some fried, greasy, chicken tenders, onion rings, shrimp and cheese sticks here; enough for four really. Feel like getting comfortable with some incredibly unhealthy food?"

She smiled. "Couldn't you have just as easily asked for chicken Caesar salad?"

"Maybe, but I have a rep to protect, ya'know? Besides, salad and saddle bags?"

She pictured this and agreed, "Probably not the best pairing. But more to the point, I would like you to be here. I'm feeling rather low at the moment. Daphne's really torn up, and there's nothing I can do to help her."

"I'm on my way then, with comfortable food and intentions."

"See you soon," she said, and broke the connection.

That was nice, she thought. Really nice.

She wasn't sure she would occupy any space in his head tonight, with everything that was going on. She nearly convinced herself that there were things afoot which would be far more important than her. It was good to know that wasn't the case.

It was also good to know that being the one to go to Daphne wasn't looked on with contempt. Not that anyone's contempt mattered to her at the time. Daphne had no one, and Cyn wasn't going to let that happen. More than twenty women were in that bar tonight, who should have been beside her as well, but that wasn't something to hold against them either.

Cyn chose her ground; chose who to ride in with, and who to ride out of there with. She remained confident that those two decisions were well meant, and well made.

Daphne hugged her so long, before running up the stairs to her apartment, and to Derrick. She almost asked if Daphne wanted to stay the night with her.

She tell Daphne, "If you need me, no matter what time, or what reason, just call. I'll be here."

More than an hour now, and no call. She wondered if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. Would Derrick take this out on her? She never mentioned Derrick being violent with her in the past. The urge to call Daphne was strong, just to get a feel about how it was going. Just to make sure she was alright.

Why Daphne loved Derrick, Cyn couldn't guess, but she did, and Cyn sort of envied that kind of no-matter-what love Daphne shared with him. Daphne certainly showed the depth of her resolve by going to him tonight. It would be so nice to find out in the morning, that her love was reciprocated. Something deep in her gut told her that, if Derrick was the kind of man who could reciprocate that level of love, he would never have been in the position he was in tonight.

Laying back on her bed, t-shirt and panties still on, but the rest draping the bedroom chair, she thought about the process. She'd never witnessed anything like that before. The emotional tension in the room was amazing. People were obviously torn. Gypsy was probably right, when he suggested that most of those in attendance were called by Derrick, and told it was finally Gypsy's night to fall. They came to see Derrick's victory, perhaps, not Gypsy's.

Did Gypsy think of it as a victory? Glancing at him on the way to the door with Daphne, he didn't appear to be happy in the slightest. In fact he looked so morose, the urge to go to him was intense. Maybe he was looking for comfort, just as much as offering it to her.

By morning, no later than eight, she figured, the whole club would know the news. Would they keep silent about what Gypsy was asked to do, as Knight requested? She had the feeling they would. The Howey and Margaret wound held a lot of sway with these people.