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She rushed Thalia and Calista into a closet and kept the biggest smile possible on her face. She told her sisters that Santa had forgotten some presents and they needed to hide.
If Santa sees us or we see him, he won’t be able to leave the presents! We have to pretend like we’re sleeping! That’s why Daddy raised his voice. He was nervous!
Nelle begged herself not to think about that anymore. The burning on her ass cheek and now the hurt in her heart… Nelle didn’t want to but she burst into tears. Slade suddenly stopped. The garage was silent. Way too silent.
Nelle waved her right hand. “It’s not the ink, I swear. It’s my… my sisters… I’m sorry…”
“Oh, fuck,” Linc said.
Cyrus stepped toward Nelle and placed a hand on her right shoulder.
“Prez,” Slade said. “She’s mine.”
“I know she’s yours, brother,” Cyrus said. “She’s hurting. She’s lost. She’s tougher than nails too. She’s an outlaw already, without the ink on her fine ass.”
Nelle’s cheeks blushed as she looked up at the president ofSins of Fire Real Anarchy West.
“Pain sucks,” Cyrus said. “It’s like exploding glass in your heart. Comes and goes when it wants. Just know around here we abide by our own justice. You can probably guess what that is. We’ll honor your sisters.”
Nelle looked back at Slade. She blinked away the tears. There was another pause. More silence. This was short lived too. Slade buzzed the tattoo gun and went to work once more.
Nelle took deep breaths through the rest of the tattoo. She felt the last bit of what would be anA. Slade then carefully wiped away the excess ink and bandaged her up.
“Stand up, sweetheart,” Slade said.
Nelle did as told. Slade carefully picked up her panties and jeans. He spun her around. A hand slipped behind her neck and he lowered his mouth down to hers. The kiss was slow, long, and deep. Cyrus and Linc both let out a few whistles and laughed.
“We forgot a bottle of whiskey,” Linc said.
“Plenty in the clubhouse,” Cyrus said.
Slade ended the kiss with a sly grin.
“Need a drink, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” Nelle whispered.
Slade put an arm around Nelle and they all walked from the garage.
She swallowed hard and asked, “What happens now?”
Slade didn’t hesitate to answer the question.
“First, we have a celebratory drink,” Slade said.
He paused and looked over and down at Nelle. He touched under her chin.
“Then I take you, fuck you and cover all that fresh ink with some fresh, hot cum.”
Maggie and Bee worked together to line up the bar with the necessary shots of whiskey to celebrate Slade and Nelle. As much as Nelle’s head and stomach hated the idea of even more whiskey, there was a part of her that began to grow used to it. Whiskey to these outlaws was like water to normal people. It was just part of their…everything.
Cyrus and Linc let out a few whistles and pointed to the bar for everyone to get a drink. Slade grabbed two glasses and handed one to Nelle. In some odd, messed up way, this actually felt like a sense of home to her. People that looked at her and acknowledged her. She felt seen. Maybe even heard.
Or maybe it was all bullshit. They wanted her around to find out all they could about her life and her past life that ended with her sisters being murdered.
Cheers to that!Nelle thought.
She then gasped as Priest stood near her and she saw blood on the biker’s face. Dried blood on his chin. Dried blood on his T-shirt under his leather cut.
