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ROCK
Chapter 3
What the fuck was I thinking?!
Asking her to come to the shop when she gets off.
That would be a colossal mistake! Her here…with these guys…destruction waiting to happen!
Summer would go running, screaming, and probably call the cops because of our perversions.
My moment of play and lustful innuendos, Innuendos? That’s bullshit, the only thing I didn’t tell her was how bad I want to fuck her, immediately disintegrated when I walked back into my shop, Inked. Snake and Gringo are in now, the other two techs who work with me, sitting with Bull, their eyes on me as I walk through the door with the tray of coffees in hand.
I feel like a dipshit now.
Every one of them have smirks on their faces. Watching me.
“What?” I grumble as I set the cardboard tray with the coffees on the table in front of the black leather couch in the customer sitting area.
The shop is nice. I made sure of that when I designed it. Just because it’s a tattoo parlor doesn’t mean it can’t have style, can’t have polish, can’t be upscale.
It is. All of that. And more.
I may be a lot of things, barbaric sometimes, rough around the edges (only in appearance), hotheaded; occasionally. But I’m not uncouth.
The client seating area is plush and comfortable with modern black leather furniture, glass and chrome tables, and brushed stainless steel lamps. The lower portion of the wall behind the couch is hammered metal panels, the upper portion is painted black with prints of some of our best work. I keep my private collection at home. That’s only for me.
Each of the guys’ stations can be closed off for privacy or left open. Some work takes half a day to do and being closed in could become claustrophobic to some people. Supplies are held in large fire engine red rolling tool boxes, they give the space color and play off the industrial feel of the metal wall. There’s a private room with a door for the client who prefers complete privacy. Or if we need privacy.
“Nothing dude, chill,” Snake’s got a shit eating grin on his face.
He’s a good looking guy. Tall, bleached white hair, and covered in ink from his throat to his feet. For some reason, the broads love him.
He’s got a thing for snakes, why, I have no fucking clue. Ghost, one of his children, is an albino Ball Python, white as snow with black eyes. It’s beautiful and creepy as hell. His other baby, (as he calls them), is a King snake, a monster at over six feet long, black with thin white stripes. He lovingly refers to him as The Emperor. Sick bastard. We all thought he’d found the love of his life when a girlfriend of his would have the snake slither along her flesh during foreplay.
Some people are bat-shit crazy.
I might have my own fetishes, but NONE of them include a snake.
“How’s the little mamasita next door, Rock? Bull told us about the bet,” Gringo, (which is an ironic nickname for the Puerto Rican from the Bronx, because it means white boy).
“There is no bet,” I glare at Bull.
“How’d it go with Sugar Tits, or is it Tinkerbell?” Bull smirks at me, then glances at the coffee I brought back. “Is she already giving you freebies, or did you give her a sample?”
“Shut-up, asshole,” I practically growl at him. “She’s not like that, she couldn’t stop blushing, for fuck’s sake. Some guy was coming on to her, I had to put the little douchebag in his place, the arrogant prick.”
I start to fume all over again remembering how the peckerhead insulted her shop.
“Whoa, you playing the knight in shining armor now, Rock? I think you’ve got the wrong get-up for that,” Gringo laughs.
Gringo is a good guy with a dark past, you can feel it simmering in him when you look in his eyes. He’s two entities, both of them always fighting each other, the angel and the demon, an evil savior. Sometimes we’re not sure which one will eventually win.
“What’s so chivalrous about wanting to kick some little dick’s ass?”
“Nothing at all, if you don’t have a hidden agenda. Like wanting to get in sweet cheek’s pants. We all know how you’ve been watching her. Hell, I’m surprised she doesn’t know it,” Gringo continues to bust my balls.
“Summer. Her name is Summer.”
