Gypsy's Sin [Wind Riders MC]

Chapter Twenty-one

"I love the idea of being roomies with you?" Daphne said with a smile.

"You sure, even after last night?" Cyn asked.

"Um, what last —"

"Come on Daphne, someone had to have called you," Cyn laughed, "I mean it was probably hysterical to some people."

Daphne smiled a sheepish grin, "Well, I did see the YouTube video."

"What!" Cyn laughed, "No fucking way!"

"It's on there, let me bring it up!" Daphne laughed, and it was the first time since the death of Derrick that Cyn had seen her laugh or smile.

Sure enough, someone had her at both fights. Rolling that big guy — "Big Ed" he was called — over her shoulders and then tossing him onto the table, seemed to be the most popular. But she really liked the step-in-sidekick that she did against the man known as "Train". Her form was perfect, the extension of her hips was right on the money, and the power going through her boot into Train, was very pleasing to see.

"I guess what happens at the club, doesn't stay at the club," Cyn smiled.

"Well... most of it does, cause it's not anyone else's business," Daphne assured her.

"Let's look up James, James Rath," Cyn suggested.

"Well, you know, he's married," Daphne told her.

"Yeah, I know. Found out the first day I met him. Really a pisser," Cyn said.

"Yeah," Daphne agreed with a longing sigh.

After a while Daphne said, "Hey I found some stuff. Some of these look like they happened in the club."

"Cool, let's check them out," Cyn said.

The first one was James asking two large men to leave the building. He was very polite the way he normally is, and he's not hyped up at all. The two guys, and they really are big — thick, just fucking thick — tell him to fuck off and then the one on James' left takes a swing.

It was kind of like the camera couldn't keep up with James' speed. Like maybe the frame rate was too slow. James doesn't bother to block the punch. He attacks the man on the right, moving out of range of the punch. James' deals this man two savage blows to the gut, and then one to the side of his head. Then he spins, coming up into the air, and sidekicks the first man in his neck. And it's over. Just like that.

The last shot has James walking away saying, "Get those wimps out of here."

"Wow," Cyn said.

"Yeah. That was serious," Daphne agreed.

They made popcorn in the microwave and sat and watched James flicks. There were several one-on-ones, A few less two-on-ones. Only a couple of three-on-one, and then there was a four-on-one where they saw James get serious.

This last they played over and over, watching James moving from one man to the next, and around them, passing between them, and then, like a storm hits them, all four of them fall down. They just collapse, like someone cut their strings. James stands there for a minute, looks around the club, and says, "Next?"

"I can't figure out what he does to make them all fall down like that," Cyn said, as she stuffed more popcorn into her mouth.

"It doesn't look like he does anything to them. They just pass out," Daphne suggests.