Ink: A Los Diablos MC Novella (Los Diablos Motorcycle Club)

Chapter Six

Ink

T hose gringos hijos de puta.

The minute Xiomara described the situation to me I knew exactly who we were dealing with.

I made a call to Loco, and after he finished cussing them out down the line, he told me to get to the clubhouse immediately so we could deal with the threat.

But first I had to get Fer and Xiomara home.

“We’re closing shop,” I announced as I walked back to the front.

Fer nodded, already familiar with shit even if she didn't know details. “My brother is on his way.”

“Xiomara, I’m taking you home.”

She didn’t argue or protest. I watched as she calmly sent out texts from the shop phone to let our clients know that their appointments were canceled. I’d make it up to them somehow, probably by offering a discount, but club shit always took precedence over everything else.

We waited until Fer’s brother picked her up and then hopped on my bike. Unlike the first time, I didn’t have to demand she hold me tightly. Her body molded itself onto mine like she was meant there.

I didn’t stop to think about how this was the second time Xiomara had been on the back of my bike. Just like I didn’t think about how she’d been the only woman on the back of my bike ever . There was significance in the gesture, one I didn't want to think too hard on when there were more important things to worry about at the moment.

We didn’t take long to get to her place. She jumped off, but before she could leave, my hand shot out to grasp at her hip and held her in place. She froze, her eyes searching my own.

“Lock your door, Xiomara,” I ordered.

“I will,” she assured me.

“And if there’s anyone wandering around that shouldn’t be–”

“I’ll let you know.” She nodded her head.

“Good girl.”

The words left my lips and made an immediate flush crawl up her face.

“Go inside,” I ordered, a growl snapping from me without meaning to. I didn’t need her flushing face making my dick hard, but it was already too fucking late.

I wasn’t quite sure when it had happened. My dick stirred ever since I hired her back. Every time she was in the room, it came alive, like she was the one I’d been waiting for. I tried to tame that primal part of me, though. She was my fucking employee. Fucking employees ensured for a messy work environment. There were club putas for that type of thing. I could rub one out or fuck one of them to get Xiomara out of my system.

Especially because she’d proved far more competent than I thought her to be originally.

My dick liked competence, apparently.

Fuck.

Xiomara whipped around and rushed up the path towards her house. Only once she was locked inside did I peel out of there and head towards the clubhouse.

It was chaos when I arrived.

I caught up to Loco.

My president was an erratic bastard whose name fit him to a fucking T. Tattoos swirled across most of his skin, crawling up his neck and near the corners of his eyes. His bald head all but shone against the light of the setting sun, his manic, angry gaze snapping over our brothers rushing through the clubhouse.

“Ink, what the fuck took you so long?” he demanded.

“I had to take Xiomara home.”

“Well, we moved our product.”

Our guns.

We’d been having issues with those fucking gringos moving into our territory, acting like they could take over the local gun trade. They didn’t just dabble in that, either. They were trying to get involved in the skin trade and take over the streets of Tlaxcala too.

We worked directly with out-of-state gangs like the Raven Brothers and local cartels. At least, with the ones that ran drugs and guns. We didn’t fuck with skin traders. So them trying to bring that shit into our territory?

They’d been trying to get us into their operation for a while now. We’d declined, but they’d gotten more aggressive in their insistence, because they knew they needed our permission to move their shit in Diablos territory.

Them coming to my place of business looking for me, subtly threatening Xiomara, was all but an act of war.

And for that, they’d fucking burn.

And Los Diablos would watch them, cackling through the flames.