Free Deadly Sins: An MC Biker Romance by Laura Day

dancing for Roman, and listening to him afterward describe some of the routines the girls in his club performed.
     
    Watching the scene over on the monitors, she was very pleased. So was Mike, and at the end of the day, that's what counted.
     
    The next scene was the bar fight, where she basically hid behind Brick Tanner for the whole thing, and threw bottles at people. The bottles were made from a special sugar-glass, and if she wasn't careful, they broke in her hand before she could throw them. That happened three times. It was an active scene, and seemed to take forever for Mike to finally get enough good footage.
     
    Roman was on the set for that whole scene. He pointed out areas for improvement, encouraged the actors, and stunt men, and was generally a breath of laughter when she was sure frustration was reaching the danger point. She hadn't really experienced his sense of humor, but he had her abs, and her cheeks, cramping after a few hours.
     
    As it was, it was eight o'clock before they left the set, and the last thing she wanted to see was a bottle of beer.
     
    Roman walked out with her, his bike was parked right beside her car, in the same stall. They were about to leave when a young woman ran up to him. "Roman?"
     
    "Yeah?"
     
    "Hi Laura, can I talk to Roman for a minute? I'm Margret, from the Day Breaker's sit-com? Anyway, Jimmy told me to talk to you because you were fantastic with humor," she said, looking back and forth between the two of them.
     
    "I'm just heading home..." Roman began.
     
    "This is only a short thing, please?"
     
    Laura said, "Go ahead, I'll get some diner started, and then we can go out."
     
    "I thought we were going to Rhumb Line?"
     
    "I want to cook. Is that alright?" she asked.
     
    "Well... um... can you?"
     
    "Oh, you are in so much trouble! You should stay, and help her out, and think of a really good apology while you're at it." She smiled, and got in her car.
     
    She heard Margret yell "Thank you!" She waved, and drove off the set.
     
    On her way home, she wanted to stop by, and see how Minion was doing, but Minion was on pain pills, and would probably be out of it, so she satisfied herself with calling the hospital to check on her.
     
    As expected, Minion was out of it, and she wouldn't be able to visit right now anyway, it was too late. She was assured that Minion was doing fine though, and she was very lucky the ribs were merely cracked, and not broken.
     
    Lucky?
     
    She let it pass, they were just trying to comfort her. They just sucked at it, that's all.
     
    She pulled up to her house, and went inside. Setting her purse, and keys on the small table by the door, she walked into the living room, and the hairs on her arms and neck went up. She spun in time to see a man come out of the downstairs bedroom, the one she used as a home office, and library. He slapped her hard, and she went to the floor with a scream.
     
    "What's he been telling you, cunt?"
     
    "What?"
     
    He reached down, grabbed her by the lapels of her jacket, and lifted her to her feet, then back handed her, "Don't fuck with me. Roman! What's he told you about the club!"
     
    "He owns a strip-club!" she screamed, her head spinning from the two blows.
     
    "No! You silly twat! The drugs! What's he told you about the drug drops?"
     
    He pulled her close this time, and was about to yell something else, when it clicked that this was the man who hurt Minion. Fire went through her blood, and her leg shot up behind her, and then the scorpion-kick smashed into the bridge of his nose.
     
    The man let go of her, in pain and confusion. She brought her leg back down, using the momentum of the movement, twisting her hip, her hand reaching out and grabbing the man by his shoulders, and then brought her knee hurtling up into his groin. The connection lifted him off his feet. His eyes bulged, and then crossed. He doubled over. She clenched her hands together into one fist, and with a scream of fury brought