Read Online City Lights (Satan's Sinners M.C. Book 1) by Colbie Kay - Free Book Online

look over to the door and see Chatty standing there looking pissed off. Jasmine turns and stomps off out the door on the other side of the kitchen. Chatty comes over to me, she must be able to see the tears in my eyes. She really is beautiful. She has long red, colored hair, with bright blue eyes. She's not much taller than I am and we are about the same size.
    "Crazy Girl, don't even worry about her. She's just a whore, she’s just mad because he hasn't given her the time of day since he brought you here. You are special to him. Everybody can see it. If you are gonna be in this life and with him you toughen up. Get rid of those tears, suck it up, and don't let none of those whores walk on you. Don’t let them see they get to you, or they will try to eat you alive. Don’t show weakness. You only let Hanger see that part of you. Never let these whores see anything, but the bad bitch that you are! "
    "Yeah, okay."
    Later that night Hanger and I are sitting in his room. We just got done eating the take out he brought back with him.
    "I know I said we could watch a movie, but I was wonderin’ if I take you somewhere?"
    "Yeah, it'd be nice to get outta here for a little while."
    We get on his bike, I put the helmet on and we head out. We are in the middle of nowhere. When he turns down a road and a little while later he takes another turn. We head up onto a hill, there are trees all around us. When he parks the bike, I take my helmet off and look over his shoulder. What I see is just beautiful, there is no other way to describe it. It's completely dark up here except for the city lights. You can see the whole city from here.
    "How did you find this place? It's breathtaking."
    "I like to just ride sometimes. It helps to clear my head. One day, I just took some turns and ended up here. Been comin' out here ever since."
    “It's so peaceful."
    "Yeah, it really is. I love comin' out here. How'd it go with Writer today?"
    "It was good. He's a fast learner. I think he'll have it down in no time."
    "That's good. I'm glad you can help him."
    "Can I ask you a question?"
    He turns his head and brings his eyes to mine "You can ask me anything."
    "How long are you gonna want me to stay at the clubhouse?"
    "I want you there for however long you wanna be. Are you okay being there?"
    "Yeah, I like it. I like all the guys. I really enjoy being there with you."
    "Good, because I really like havin' you there." He then gives me his gorgeous smile, and all I can do is smile back. We stay out here for a while just looking out at the view its quiet but not an uncomfortable silence.
    When we get back to the clubhouse he takes me to his room, I change in the bathroom while he gets changed in the room. I come out and get in bed. He puts a movie on and drags me across the bed over to him. I put my head on his peck and an arm over his waist. There is nowhere else I’d rather be at this moment, then where I am right now. I fall asleep before the opening credits end. I feel so warm, safe, and protected.

It's been two weeks since I started teaching Writer how to sign. He's doing really well, we can have conversations now. I think he's really happy about being able to communicate with someone without having to write. I'm sitting at our usual table when he comes up, he sits down smiling at me. " What are you so happy about Writer?" He makes me smile as well, just by seeing how happy he seems.
    " I want to thank you for taking the time to teach me how to sign . Nobody's ever takin' the time to help me until now. It makes me happy that I have somebody that I don't have to write shit down all the time for them to know what I'm saying. " In the last two weeks we haven’t really talked about anything. I just teach him and then we go our separate ways. So I'm kind of surprised by this.
    " It’s really no problem Writer, but why didn't you ever learn until now? If you don't mind me asking."
    " I don't mind. I could hear when I was born, my parents were hearing,