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Linc touched her chin to make her stop nodding. “No, darling, you can’t nod. We’re going to leave this room together. Hand in hand. And I’m going to leave my mark on you. My ink.”
“Ink?” Nova whispered.
“I’m going to tattoo my initials on you, Nova. That’s the only way to prove my claim. And then you’re mine. Got it?”
Nova’s knees wobbled and the room started to move. She begged herself not to pass out. Her body was clean. Natural. The only marks were random freckles handed down by Mother Nature (or whoever designed that stuff on people). Her ears weren’t even pierced.
She blinked fast. The urge to cry hit her hard. Linc’s face remained like stone. Cold, hard stone. Mean. Evil.
Nova wanted to ask what would happen if she didn’t let Linc tattoo her, but she kind of already got the hint and knew. If Linc didn’t claim her, one of the other bikers would. Plus… she needed to find her brother…
Nova closed her eyes for a second and exhaled a slow breath.
It’s just his initials, she told herself. Two letters. That’s it.
As Nova started to nod, another thought came to her.
Where exactly on her body was Linc going to tattoo his initials?
Chapter Twelve
A Ripe Garden
As Linc passed the bar, holding hands with Nova, he pointed to Maggie and hand gestured for the entire bottle of whiskey. Vodka… nah. This is a job for whiskey.
The booze was for both Linc and Nova. Linc had never tatted someone before. He’d come close maybe a few times but this was Nova.
His Nova.
His Novaleigh.
All that history settled between them, acting like glue, pulling them together. Plus, nobody else in this clubhouse or the club could or would even attempt to get close to Nova. They wouldn’t go near her without permission from Linc first. A little ink for a lot of protection.
Slade and Priest took notice and signaled to Darrow, Custer, and Fitz. Fitz went to get Cyrus. Monte and Deed were sitting on a large leather couch, enjoying a topless dance from two deecees who were playing with each other’s breasts. They would remain there, not caring one bit about Linc and his choice in a woman to ink up.
Warren refused to get up from the bar and just gave Linc a head nod. Muffin walked out of the kitchen, took off his apron and tossed on his leather cut. Virus and Dolph were told to monitor the cameras and doors and the gates for any activity.
Amos sat huddled up in a chair, nursing a beer, feeling like death after the beating from Linc. Realizing that Nova was about to get inked up to be claimed by Linc, Amos appreciated the beating a little more. Even still, he had no choice at that moment back then to pull the gun on Nova.
Prospects Bram, Drix, and Stu were told to come outside and stand outside the garage and not to make a fucking sound. Priest added that if any of them threw up, they would have to eat their own vomit and then they’d be stripped of their prospect cuts and sent packing.
So much commotion for two letters tattooed on a woman’s body. But for this life, it meant something. It almost symbolized something like a marriage.
Linc knew Nova was ready to piss herself with fear. He slipped his right arm around her waist and pulled her close. He noted that her hips had a little more curve to them than the last time he touched her.
All woman now.
He gritted his teeth and led the way into the garage. Cyrus whistled to get everyone’s attention.
“The ink is forever,” he called out. “You all know what the means. Cheers to you, doll.”
Cyrus grinned at Nova. Her faced turned four shades of red. Priest grabbed an old, squeaky leather chair with wheels that didn’t want to move. He forced it across the floor toward Linc and Nova. Nova looked up at Linc.
He leaned down. “I get to choose where and how big. Stay with me, darling.”
“This is fucking insane, Linc,” Nova said as her voice cracked. “I just wanted to know if you could help me find my brother.”
“This is part of it. You’ll be protected. I can’t stomach the thought of being near you and having you be with someone else.”
