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“Actually, I’ve got an idea.”
Possum pulls out his phone and scrolls through his calendar. “I can do it the day after tomorrow. Six o’clock work for you?”
“Perfect, I don’t have to work.”
“Cool.” He shoves his phone back into his pocket. “Need me to sketch something out?”
“That’s okay. I can do it.” Possum doesn’t say anything, but you can see the question in his eyes. “I draw sometimes,” I explain.
“Sounds good.” He stands and throws down a five. “I’ll see ya then. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
“Creepy dude, real creepy.”
Possum chuckles and heads toward the club members in the VIP section.
There are no customers at the bar when I pull out a piece of paper and start sketching. I draw a simple heart intertwined with an infinity symbol. Over the heart, I write out ‘Because of him’, and under the heart, I finish with ‘I’m always loved’. Clint was my biggest cheerleader and supporter. My grandma loves me because I’m family, but Clint loved me because he was my best friend. Now, I have a way to honor that friendship. I’ve spent years trying to figure out what to do. I thought about getting his name and the date he died tattooed on me, but it felt wrong.
I want something special, and this is it.
CHAPTER 9
ROGUE
Six o’clock work for you?
Perfect, I don’t have to work.
The tail-end of Possum and Skye’s conversation plays over and over in my mind, taunting me with its potential meanings wrapped up in innocent words. It shouldn’t matter one damn bit if the two of them hang out or hook up, but for some reason, it matters. It really fucking matters.
Because you’ve liked her from afar for over two years.
Whether or not I like Skye is irrelevant. I’m her employer, and nothing could ever happen between us.
But you want it to.
“Bro, are you even listening to me?”
I whip my head up at Knuckles’ tone. I’ve been at Fists of Fury with him reviewing the final costs for the gym’s grand opening and the party we’re throwing that night to celebrate, but my mind is clearly elsewhere.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “What’d you say?”
“I asked if I should get all the booze from Purgatory, or if I should spread the love in the liquor stores in town.”
“Both. The bar will supply half, but the local businesses could use the bump. Spread the love.”
Knuckles grins. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening. We’ll be open before we know it.”
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
Knuckles is the newest patched member of Saints Purgatory, and he’s young. He’s got what it takes to make Fists of Fury successful, but will he live up to his potential? That’s yet to be seen.
“Fuck yeah, I’m ready.”
It takes another two hours to solidify everything for the grand opening, and when I leave the gym, I’m more than ready to be on my bike. Unfortunately, I’m not on it long because Persuasion Ink is only a few blocks away, but a few minutes is better than nothing.
Skye’s car is parked on the street in front of the shop, and I stare at it for a long moment as if it’ll reveal all of its owner’s secrets.
The neon sign in the window flashes ‘open’, and I cut the Harley’s engine. The rational part of my brain reminds me that Skye loves tattoos and that’s why she’s here. But there’s nothing rational about my reasoning for being here. No, the irrational and jealous part of me demands I storm the building and beat my brother to a pulp.
