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

messy bun and sweat pants into a tight fitting top, with skinny jeans, and ballerina flats. She let her hair down, it's in big loose hanging curls, and she put on light makeup. Yeah, she's trying to impress him. I hide my laugh and look over to Writer, he's sitting there staring at Ever.
    Writer signs " It's nice to meet you Ever."
    "It's nice to meet you too, Writer." She drops her head to try to cover the blush taking over her face. She comes to sit with us. When the food is ready we all get our plates and go back out to sit at the table. They made steak, corn on the cob, homemade macaroni and cheese and garlic bread. My mom starts the conversation " So, Zoey, how do you like it at the clubhouse?"
    "I love it! All the guys are so nice to me. I’ve really liked teaching Writer to sign. I made a new friend, her name is Chatty. She helped me when I got there, she lets me borrow clothes and stuff if I need it."
    "That's good, Sweetheart. I'm glad you are doing okay." I look between Ever and Writer they keep glancing at each other, it makes me smile, I knew they would like each other. My dad starts a conversation with Hanger, so I keep talking with my mom. She asks " Do all the guys at that club look like these two?"
    We both start laughing. " Yeah, mom, they do ."
    "How long do you think you will be staying there?"
    "I don't know. Hanger wants to make sure that I am safe before I leave."
    "He sure does look out for you doesn't he?"
    "Yeah he's been really great. We have dinner together every night and we watch a lot of movies. He even lets me pick the movie most of the time. He took me to this place, it was beautiful, you can see the whole city, mom."
    "That's good Sweetheart, it sounds like you are getting more freedom then you've had in years. Is he taking good care of you really?"
    "Yeah, mom, he is. You don't have to worry about me. I'm happier then I have been in a long time."
    "I know you are, I can see the changes. I just want to make sure. You are my baby and you have been through so much. I don't want you to get hurt again."
    "I won’t mom, he won’t let anything happen to me. I love you."
    "I love you too and I see the way your sister and you look at these two guys. I would be concerned if they didn't look at you girls the same way." My dad must have been paying attention to her because he doesn't bother to sign when he says, "Ah, fuck." while shaking his head. When we get done with dinner, the food was so good, it's still early so we sit for a while, mostly so Ever and Writer can spend time together, they are getting along so good. When we are about ready to go I ask, " Hey Ever, you want to come back to the clubhouse with us?" She looks over to Writer, he has a smile on his face and he's nodding his head.
    "Yeah, I'll come with you guys." We tell my parents bye and that she will be staying the night with me. I get on Hanger's bike while she gets on with Writer. Then we make our way back to the clubhouse.
     

    Once we are back at the clubhouse we head inside. It's pretty quiet tonight no party going on, but if I know Zoey she'll get something started. She introduces her sister to everybody that’s here and we order some drinks. A couple of hours later the girls are feeling the effects of the alcohol. All of a sudden, Zoey jumps up, snaps her fingers, she signs while speaking. "I have an idea."
    " Oh, yeah? What's that Crazy Girl?"
    "Let’s play flip, sip, or strip."
    "What the fuck is that?"
    "You flip a coin, and call heads or tails. If you are correct you can either pass the coin, to the left, or you flip again. If you flip again and are right again you can choose anyone to drink or take off a piece of clothing. If you are wrong on your first flip you have to either drink or take something off. If you are right three times in a row, then you can put a piece back on or choose someone to take something off without the option of drinking."
    What the hell am I getting myself into? "Alright. Let’s get some