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“You never even asked me if I was single…”
That’s when Linc looked Nova dead in the eyes.
“I don’t give a fuck if you’re with someone, engaged, or even married,” Linc said. “The second my ink grazes your sweet skin, your ass belongs to me. End of discussion.”
“I’m scared, Linc,” Nova confessed.
“Welcome to the underworld then, darling,” he responded, his voice cold.
Linc saw the look in Nova’s eyes and he hated himself a little for speaking that way to her. It was just that this stuff was serious. Even if he and Nova weren’t really together or anything, this ceremony had meaning.
The buzz of the tattoo needle sounded. Nova gasped and clung to Linc.
“All yours, brother,” Priest said.
Linc took the tattoo gun. Next to him on a wooden bench there were all the supplies needed. As much as it didn’t appear so on the surface, it was very sterile in this part of the garage. When anyone needed ink, they called up Miguel from Piggy’s to have some of his guys come down to the clubhouse. Miguel only worked at Piggy’s to help out Jackie. The guy ran a very busy tattoo shop and had a good relationship with SOFRAW.
That was something Nova didn’t understand just yet. How things worked and connected. How they all mattered.
“Need you to slide your pants down, darling,” Linc whispered to Nova.
She gasped. “In front of everyone?”
“I’m going to tattoo on your left thigh. Not quite your inner thigh. But close enough. So you’ll always think of me when you look down.”
Linc had to pick a decent spot. It couldn’t have been the back of her neck or her ankle. He’d seen some guys go crazy and tattoo a woman’s ass… between her cheeks… He’d seen woman get one of the labia’s inked up. He seen a pubic mound get tattooed. Hell, there was a story that went around the club that back in the day Warren fell in love with a stripper, claimed her and tattooed his name on her tongue.
“Don’t make me do it for you,” Linc whispered to Nova.
She swallowed hard and touched the top of her pants. Her thumb flicked the button open. Inside Linc, he felt rage building. He wanted to gouge out everyone’s eyes for being here. Knowing they’d see Nova in her panties. He suddenly hoped Nova was wearing panties. If everyone here got a good look at her bare ass… Or if they saw the front of her…
Linc gritted his teeth, wondering what she looked like.
Does she has a well-kept garden down there for me? Or is she bare, smooth skin. Ripe for the tasting…?
Linc inched down and brushed his lips to her ear.
“You have to trust me, darling, or else you’re not going to survive this world you chose to step into.”
Chapter Thirteen
Garage Ink
Nova’s heart raced faster than it ever had in her entire life. Surrounded by gigantic bikers that stunk of leather, booze, cheap women, and that tangy hint of body odor. Ordered now to drop her pants. With Linc staring down at her, waiting for her to comply.
She wanted desperately to see the cute boy she fell in love with years ago. That wasn’t possible. Was she really going to let Linc tattoo his initials on her leg? Prove to the motorcycle club that she was his and that she was officially off limits to any of these other guys?
Nova grabbed the sides of her pants and pushed them down. She wore hip-hugging panties that covered everything. They were laced, slightly see-through, in the style of what they called boy shorts. They fit her perfectly and were comfortable. Behind her she heard some whistling and her face turned bright red.
“Sooner we get this done, the sooner I can find out who whistled and cut their tongue out and give to you as a souvenir,” Linc said.
Nova stomach did a backflip. She slowly sat down on the leather chair. Linc crouched down in front of her. He reached to his left and pulled out two black, latex gloves from a box and forced a huge hand into each one. He picked up the tattoo gun and buzzed it. Nova touched the sides of the leather chair. She slowly started to grip tight.
“Breathe, darling,” Linc whispered. “It’s going to sting. You’re going to be okay.”
Nova reached for the bottle of whiskey Linc had put on the counter. She sipped it. God, it tasted awful to her. She sipped some more.
Linc dipped the tattoo gun into black ink and the time finally came… Nova found herself truly caught up in the entire thing. A tattoo. Permanent.
