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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.
