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Chapter One
“Stop being a pussy about it.” Ember tickles my rib and snatches the slip of paper with the ridiculous tattoo design printed on it from my death clutch.
“You didn’t tell me there would be shit like that in the machine.” I know I sound like a whiny bitch. When I volunteered as tribute to get a tattoo, I didn’t realize what I was signing on for. My father is probably rolling over in his grave.
A yellow cartoon bird. That’s the tattoo I got out of the quarter machine. Un-fucking-real. I can’t do it. Not even with the promise of Ember being the artist.
Roane steps up behind Ember to see for himself what has me crying like one of his kids. His eyes do a scan of the design, and he snorts. “Tough break, man.”
“Come on. You know I’ll never live this down if she brands me with that.”
“It’s ink, not a fucking cattle mark. Sit your ass in the chair. You gave your word. Stand by it.”
Scrubbing a palm over my face as a cold damp sweat breaks out across the back of my neck, I’m debating making a fucking run for it. I’m no pussy, but this is embarrassing. The brothers of the club will never respect me with a tattoo like that. I’ve got a lot to prove. I’m currently a prospect, but my father, God rest his soul, was once the Vice Prez. I can’t afford to fuck this up.
I’ve got a legacy to carry.
A patch to earn.
Fucking hell, this is going to suck.
Letting out a sigh of defeat, I sit in the fucking chair and say a prayer Ember at least makes it look bad ass. She lifts the sleeve of my t-shirt. “What do you think, Roane? About four inches and hot pink.”
“Fuck no.” I jump out of the chair as Ember laughs at me. She’s enjoying torturing me way too much.
Squeezing my bicep, she bats her lashes at me. “Don’t be a wuss puss.”
Roane shakes his head as Smoke enters the party.
Who invited this asshole?
Great. To add insult to injury. The dude who got the girl is here to witness this. Never fails. If get five seconds with Ember, his ass shows up to ruin it.
“Hey, babydoll. We still on for lunch?”
“Yup. After I give Trenton the bird.” She kisses his lips and I want to throw up at the sight of how happy they are together.
Ember should be with me instead of him. Hell, if I’m being honest, neither of us deserves her. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t cut to see the two of them together. Especially when I know what a dickhead he can be. She’s too good for him. Too young. Not that it’s my place to judge their age gap. I’m a little too old for her myself.
“We doing this or what?” I grumble, flopping back down in the seat.
“All right. Everyone out except T-Bird.” She flashes me her dazzling smile, looking at me all sweet with her big baby doll eyes. Ember’s gorgeous. Long dark hair that I know is silky to the touch. Curves in all the right places. A body that jeans were made to be molded to fit. A smoke show.
A pure heart-stopper. But she belongs to another man.
“T-bird?” Smoke gives me a sharp look and I shrug.
“It suits him. Especially now that he’ll be rocking a kick ass Tweety Bird tat.”
Doubling over, arms wrapped around his gut, the bearded bastard laughs hard enough to choke. Roane thumps his hand in the middle of his spine. Standing back up, cheeks beet red, he shakes his head. “Good luck ever getting any pussy.”
“Okay. Out with you.” Ember narrows her eyes at him, and I smirk.
“Yeah, get out. I don’t want your perverted ass in here when I drop my drawers so your woman can tattoo my ass.”
“No fucking way,” he snarls, spit flying out of his mouth.
“We need our privacy. Maybe I’ll get it on my dick instead.”
