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Slade saw the way Nelle’s teeth chattered. She took a few deep breaths.
“What?” Slade asked. “Are you afraid of needles? Or what is it?”
“Slade… I can just leave. I’ll stay away this time.”
“No,” Slade said. “I’ve had a taste. And I’ve only fucked your cunt once. That’s not enough for me. I’m inking you up, sweetheart. That makes you mine. Nobody else can bother you. Got that?”
Nelle nodded.
“Now turn around and bend forward.”
Nelle gasped again. Louder. Slade stepped closer to her and pushed her against the workbench. “Is there a fucking problem here, sweetheart?”
“Slade, what are we doing here?” Linc asked.
“I didn’t see your girl jumping for joy!” Slade barked at Linc.
Linc’s eyes went wide. Cyrus buzzed the tattoo gun. “Relax. This is how it goes. Not sure many have come in here excited.” He looked at Nelle. “You’ve been nothing but a giant headache around here. Yeah, you’ve earned a night or two, but that’s about it. Slade is offering quite a bit. Might want to close your mouth and listen to him.”
“I’ve got this,Prez,” Slade said.
Nelle showed her hands. A sense of defeat moved through her body but it was quickly overpowered by the realization that this was their process. Their ritual. It was Slade claiming her. It meant protection. She understood it. Not the way the motorcycle club did it, but she understood that certain rituals came with respect.
And they came with punishment. If a guy like Monte tried to touch her again, Slade would have the right to not only challenge him to a fight, but to have a chance to kill him.
Slade touched Nelle’s hips and turned her around. His body pressed up against hers. He reached around her body and opened her jeans.
When Nelle gasped a third time, Slade smiled.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
A Special Tattoo Cream
What the fuck is actually happening here?Nelle thought to herself.
She looked down and saw Slade’s big fingers opening her jeans. But then his hands moved away.
“Bend forward a little bit, sweetheart,” Slade ordered. Nelle listened.
The garage smelled like old gasoline. There was no way in hell this was properly clean to be doing something insane like giving out tattoos.
“All yours, Slade,” Cyrus said, handing the tattoo gun off.
Nelle looked over her right shoulder. Slade grabbed the back middle of her jeans and pulled. He included her panties too. Nelle swallowed hard as her right ass cheek became fully exposed.
“This beautiful, curved ass,” Slade said. “All mine.”
He brought the tattoo gun down toward Nelle’s skin. She felt herself tense right up but knew it was probably better to relax. Or at least try to relax. She exhaled a breath and blinked a few times.
At the last second, Slade’s eyes met hers. That split second made her feel safe. As though this was okay. Totally normal.
Yes,she thought.Go for it. Tattoo my ass with your name!
The needles touched and cut her skin. Her toes curled and she sucked in a breath. She knew Slade wasn’t going to go slow and stop and give her a chance to get used to it. This was real outlaw stuff now.
The needles clawed and dug at her skin. The burning feeling began and did not stop. Like a hot razor tearing at her right ass cheek. She grabbed the edge of the workbench and stared forward. Not wanting to see the tattoo appearing. Definitely not wanting to make eye contact with Cyrus or Linc either.
For some reason, in that moment of burning pain, she thought about her two sisters. Thalia and Calista. She thought about the one Christmas morning when something really bad happened at their house. Something so bad that their father told Nelle to getthe girlssomewhere safefor a minute.Nelle knew what that meant.
