Free The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 1 (MC Chronicles #1) by Bink Cummings

head.”
    “Ah… I was just thinking about how much you drive me
    crazy…”
    “I drive you crazy?” he harshly interrupts, apparently I’ve just insulted him.
    “Yes, now please let me finish.”
    He grunts, twice.
    “I’ll take that as a yes.” I lightheartedly chuckle,
    and smile. “So yeah, you drive me crazy a
    lot of the time. But , sometimes
    I forget how much you’ve helped me, and the shit you’ve been through in your
    life. I wanna say thanks for being there.”
    The line goes dead silent.
    “Big?”
    “Yeah?” he answers in a low husky tone.
    “Did you hear me?”
    “What time is it?”
    I glance over to the oversized clock hanging on my
    wall. “A quarter past eight, why?”
    “I’m marking the date and time in the calendar. That
    Bink, the most important and infuriating woman of my existence, said something
    that was sweet and said thank
    you. I want to remember this day forever.”
    I roll my eyes. What a sarcastic asshole. Back to the
    Big Dick I know, go figure.
    “I’m hanging up now,” I warn, seriously.
    “Alright…but no more texting Gunz during church and no
    more cock talk with Gunz… ever . Ya
    got me?”
    “Yes, sir.” I roll my eyes again like an errant child,
    and mock salute him, even though I know he can’t see me. He’s lucky I’m
    refraining myself from unleashing a rather juicy retort. I keep them bottled up
    and one of these days they are all going to explode out of me like a ticking
    time bomb, and I won’t be able to control the disastrous word vomit or the
    devastation it may cause in its wake.
    “This is killing you, ain’t it?”
    Of course it is.
    “What is?” I play stupid.
    “Not yelling at me, and tellin’ me that Gunz was the
    one who texted first and that he was the one who started the cock talk. You
    don’t think I already know that shit? I do. And trust me, he and I will have a gentleman’s
    talk once we’re through here. I’ll see ya in the mornin’. I got to get outta
    this truck and handle my shit. Now be careful this time and finish baking me
    those delicious cookies. You got a long-ass day tomorrow. I’m countin’ on the
    Sacred Sisters to corral the new old ladies. Later.”
    “Peace.”
    Once I hear his truck door open and a blast of wind
    hit the phone, I hang up.
    It’s back to cooking in my small apartment, and this
    time I swear won’t burn myself.

Chapter
    Four
    Saturday, September 6, 2013
     
    Being of a world, within a world, I lie here in my
    plush bed, contemplating whether I should roll out of it and shower, shave, and
    start my day before the birds themselves awaken or if I should continue to
    stare at the ceiling I’ve grown accustomed to. The ceiling that keeps me
    company when my insomnia awakens me far too early for any normal person.
    It’s four a.m., just another morning that I slept very
    little. And today I will be entertaining a group of foul mouthed, leather clad
    bikers, and more specifically the women they’ve claimed as their old ladies.
    Not sure how in the hell I get roped into these sorts of jobs. I just do. When
    considering the alternatives to help accommodate and educate woman from all
    over the country to learn our own chapter’s customs, I guess I’m the perfect
    woman for the job. Candy Cane having been claimed as an old lady for many years
    easily qualifies her as my copilot. Helping me navigate these often times
    experienced old ladies into a different chapter and the rules that many of the
other Sacred Sinners MC's aren't accustomed to.
    We are the original, the chapter that all other S.S. chapters look to for inspiration, leadership, and ultimately a brotherhood
    that offers protection and alliances, when those smaller and less developed
    come calling. This means we are unremittingly strict, with little to no wiggle
    room to bend the rules. Big Dick and the club’s ten-man committee vet and hand
    pick each member that we patch in our chapter. For many of the brothers, it is
    a