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At the moment, I truly don't feel alone; I feel like I have a family again, one I'll never want to lose.
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Tats – 26 Years Old
I grunt as I grip Colleen's purple hair in my fist, her hip with my other hand, moving my hips faster, slamming my cock into her ass over and over as she clings to my tattoo chair.
I've only fucked the bitch twice because not only is she a club employee, but she's also clingy as fuck. I needed a release, though; I needed a fucking distraction. The egg donor constantly blowing up my phone because I won't give her cash, my so-called father trying to 'bond' to make me a better brother and enforcer after I 'embarrassed' him by walking out of church last year at my patch over.
It's driving me fucking crazy.
I've tried my fucking hardest to stay off his radar, to work hard and keep my head down but by his text this morning, it's not worked. He's suggested the club continue taking half my fucking profits for no reason other than Snatch continuing to seek me out.
I'm pissed; the brothers agreed, which means they're either fucking greedy or still don't trust me because of who birthed me, which is why I'm currently fucking Colleen, whose cunt is too fucking loose for my liking, so I'm doing her ass to stop me from getting angry and telling her to get the fuck out.
She came into my room at the shop when I was debating handing in my patch, ready to say fuck it to the club despite knowing I've still got four years until I can get out of the contract for this place.
"Oh God, Tats baby, yes…."
I slam my hips harder, trying to get out of my head and forget feeling lonely when a flash of blonde hits my vision.
She gasps as I kiss her plump lips, tangling my tongue with hers as I slowly glide into her heat. I stop when I feel her barrier, stopping the kiss before placing my forehead against hers, gripping her hands in mine by her head, cherishing this moment. I keep eye contact with those beautiful caramel eyes as I break through her virginity.
I gasp, blinking my eyes several times, the vision seeming so fucking real as my spine tingles. I move my hips faster as Colleen shoves her fingers inside her juicy cunt. I grunt, my balls ready to explode, and thrust several more times as her ass pulsates against me. She screams as her orgasm takes over before I pull out, coming in the condom, moaning, gripping my dick with my hand, slowly squeezing all the cum out.
Fuck…. I breathe deeply as Colleen giggles, wiggling her bare ass, but I ignore her, Violet coming to mind as always. We've gotten close this past year, fuck, some might even say we're friends. Each time I see my Grams, we bump into each other, and if she's elsewhere, Grams gets someone to call her over.
She's funny, kind, and so fucking sweet even though sadness still surrounds her, and my Grams adores her; not that I can complain because, unfortunately, so do I. I squeeze my eyes shut. The more time I spent with Vi, the more I picture her in bed, and I don't fucking understand why it feels so real.
I want her, but I know I can't have her.
I shake my head and pull the condom off, throwing it in my trash before putting my semi-hard cock away as Colleen kisses my shoulder before sauntering off to get ready for her first client.
"See you tonight, baby…." I cringe. The club’s having a party, but I won't be in attendance like she hopes. Nope, I'll be home like always.
Why in the fuck would I stay with brothers who don't trust me because of my DNA? It doesn't matter that I call Emily “Momma” or that she raised me. I'll always be Snatch's attempted trap , the child she mentally abused with help from the club.
A few hours later, I'm in the black waiting room of the shop. All furniture is off-white, while the back wall has a giant devil I drew. The other walls are covered with my work and a few of Colleen's. It's the one thing the club had no say in. I threatened to refuse to run the place when some brothers tried to convince the then-prez, Bull, Snake's dad, to allow their old ladies to decorate the place, which would have been pink and glitter. Thankfully, he told them where to go and gave me free rein.
To this day, I still don't understand why he did.
I stretch a little, checking the time before continuing. I'm sitting behind the desk, my feet up as I sketch the angel of death for my last client today. I'm waiting for him to arrive, but he's already ten minutes late. I debate saying fuck it and heading home, knowing I have five clients this evening, when the door opens. I look up, expecting Cade, but I grin wide when I see it's Vi instead. I vaguely register Colleen coming up behind me, but I ignore her and tilt my head to the gorgeous girl currently admiring the work on the side wall.
I grin and say, "It's not really your scene, is it, Shorty? Did you miss me at work today?" I remove my feet from the desk and sit up. "Did Grams beat you at chess again, and you’ve come to complain?"
She snorts, looking my way, and my heart melts. Her light blonde hair is up in a messy bun, and a few pieces frame her face. She's in some short overalls shit that crosses at the back with a crop top underneath, showcasing her tanned ribs, her thick legs bare, and—fuck me, do I want to run my hands up them.
She grins at me but wrings her fingers together, showing how nervous she is. This makes me furrow my brows as she walks over to me. Instead of bantering back, she whispers, "I was wondering if I could have a consultation."
I raise a brow, point my pencil at her, and say, "Okay, I thought you hated needles, which I still don't understand considering you're going for your MD."
She playfully narrows her eyes at me, making me grin as she replies, "Okay, one, it's different on yourself, so shush, and two…." She looks down before looking back at me, her eyes tearing up a little, making me sit forward as she rasps, "I want two sparrows and a ladybird from my collarbone going over to my shoulder with the script, ‘Forever and a day missing you’."
My face softens in understanding, and I nod, standing up as I hold my hand to her and say, "Come on, Vi."
She takes it, sending a tingle up my arm, which I ignore. We walk past Colleen, who glares at Violet, making me narrow my eyes at the woman who instantly stands up straighter, going over to the desk to look busy, but I'm not fucking buying it.
Bitch is territorial, and I'll have to nip that shit in the bud.
