We haven’t heard from April since Carson’s guys took her and drove off. I feel bad for Emily because, despite April being a shitty mom, she’s still her mother. And now poor Emily doesn’t have her at all. April took off. I have a feeling Carson did something to make that happen, but he refuses to talk about it with me, saying that macho bullshit you hear from biker books and shows all the time, ‘club business.’
Never thought I’d be on the receiving end of those words but there you have it, I was. And I have a feeling it’s going to be like that a lot.
“You about done, babe?” Carson asks coming into my bedroom. I take a final look at myself in the mirror and grin. Damn, I clean up real good.
“Yup.” I smack my lips and give him a wink.
“Fuck me, you’re stunning.”
I give him a smile. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
I grab my purse and my leather jacket and head towards the door, scooting by Carson who hasn’t moved from his spot in the doorway.
“We going or what?” I sass him.
It gets him out of his stupor, and he moves, caging me into the wall. “Can’t wait to make you mine tonight.”
“Mhhmm, I’m excited for a new tattoo.”
Carson barks out a laugh and says, “Of course, that’s what you’re looking forward to.”
“Who all is gonna be there tonight?”
“Everyone, including Slammer, he might not be a member officially anymore, but he comes to these parties. He’ll leave once you’re tatted up, though. Fucker knows if he so much as even looks at another woman that’s not Melissa, I’ll kill him.” Not like he would anyway. I’ve seen Slammer around Melissa, and he looks at her like she hangs the sun.
“You’ll also meet Dirty tonight, he’s not around often, because he’s usually home with his woman, but he’ll be there tonight. Just remember, anything you see at the clubhouse tonight, stays there.” He warns me.
Last time I was there, I saw someone I know is a married man having sex with one of the club girls. I met his wife a few times at the grocery store, and it’s been killing me ever since not saying something. The club definitely has elements about it that I don’t like.
“I got it; you really don’t have to keep reminding me every single time.”
We leave the house, locking up and I climb on the back of his bike, hanging on as we go through the slippery roads to the clubhouse. It’s snowing but Carson refuses to lock his bike up for the entire winter. He told me last week that he’ll give it another month before he doesn’t have a choice but to put the bike up for a while.
Getting to the clubhouse, I climb off and shake my hair out of the helmet and hand it to Carson. Or should I say Hangman. Having to call him different names at the club is confusing at times, because I slip up and often.
“Men and bitches, tonight is the night!” Hangman roars into the room as we step inside.
Cheers ring out all around, some women pout, most look happy for him, and one woman, that Shannan-chick, looks pissed beyond anything.
Ignoring her and what she said to me the last time I was here, I plaster myself to Hangman’s side, giving the room a big grin.
Hangman turns to me and gives me a hungry look. “Normally, we’d strip her naked and I’d have my way with her in front of the club, but we did that already the first time she was brought here. Tonight, is just for the tattoo,” he tells the room, once they quiet down.
A few boos are heard but then it’s followed by laughter. I don’t know if I could have done another naked and being fucked in front of everyone night again.
Hangman takes my hand in his and leads me to a chair in front of the bar that’s all set up with standard tattooing shit.
“Names, Ink.” This guy tells me, something I already knew, but he didn’t fully introduce himself to me last time, before looking to Hangman. “Where you want it done, and you still want the design you gave me?”
“Yeah, and throat. Only clear spot she’s got that’s openly visible.” Well, shit, I’m seriously going to have a permanent reminder of who I belong to. I should be running the other way, but instead, I slide into the seat and lean back, exposing my throat.
Chapter Thirty-eight
Hangman
Mine, she’s now mine. And the whole fucking world now will know it. My mark on her throat, the only place that she would work with us on. Fucking hot. And now it’s my turn to do something I never thought I’d do.
“My turn.” I growl out at the room and sit on the chair that Ink used to tat up Justine.
The room stills, everyone silent as fuck. I spot Shannan coming through the crowd and narrow my eyes at her. I watched her as Justine was getting tatted and the bitch was fuming. She’s going to be a problem; hell, she’s already a goddamned problem. She’s currently watching me, face pale, a hand at her throat while she mouths no. I shouldn’t have fucked her; not sure what I was thinking but fuck me, her ass felt great on my cock.
I should know better than to fuck a bitch that’s obsessed with me.
“What do you want?” Ink asks, as Justine finishes getting her tattoo dressed and comes and stands next to me, hand on my shoulder. I look up at her and smile, she smiles back, tears in her eyes.
“Justine, right at my throat, too. Same font.” It’s girly as fuck, the design that Justine got, but I want us to match, I don’t know why I just do. I never even put my ex-wife’s mark on me, so everyone being eerily quiet isn’t a shock.
“Are you sure about this?” Justine asks me, gauging the state of the room.
“Fucking right, I’m sure. You’re mine, I’m yours. Move and let Ink work. Get a drink at the bar.” I can let her wander off on her own now, since everyone here clearly knows she’s now mine.
THE NIGHT CONTINUES as it usually does after an inking party. Dirty is over by the pool table with two bitches hanging off him and I notice Justine glaring at him. Knowing Dirty now, though, I know that’s just for show, and he won’t actually fuck them. He just likes being the center of attention. But I don’t bother voicing that to Justine because it’s none of her business.
Soon as I was done being inked, Slammer took off after congratulating us. I knew that would happen, he’s not much for club parties anymore. And I know he’s going home to be with my daughters and grandkids.
“You ready to get out of here?” I ask Justine who’s slightly swaying from having too much to drink.
She gives me a wide grin, and I want to laugh at how ridiculous she looks. “Yeah, I’m ready for some cock and sleep,” she slurs. At that, I do laugh. ‘Cock and sleep;’ instead of going home, I take her back to my room because I know she’s too drunk to be on the back of my bike, especially in the road conditions.
“Mmhm,” Justine says as she starts to take off her shoes, which look like they are killing her feet.
I bend down as she sits on the bed and take a foot and start rubbing it. “Feel better?”
“God, yes, keep going, I’ll probably come just like this.” I chuckle at that.
“No falling asleep just yet, I’m not done with you,” I growl.