17. Chapter 16
Thunder
Buzzing echoes around me as I gently fill in the rose with red ink on Nia’s thigh. She is a client who had requested me this morning while her eyes ate me up. She made it completely clear that she wants to fuck me and keeps overlooking my professionalism.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve fucked clients before. Heck, I’ve had two at the same time, but that is in the past, and this woman is getting on my last nerve because honestly, there are only so many times someone can say no politely.
I hear fake giggling from the other side of the shop, and I roll my eyes.
Today is walk-ins, and Nia plus two of her friends came in wearing miniskirts and see-through crop tops that show off their lacy bras, wanting to be inked.
Ink has one of them, the one who keeps giggling and will end up shot if she isn’t careful.
Even though Sophie has made some fucked up decisions of late, Ink is her world, and poor fucking Hawk has to tattoo a woman whose nipples were on show.
Though he did message Daisy, his wife, who is currently sitting in his room, I unfortunately don’t have that fucking privilege.
Scottie has a parent teacher meeting that both Rachel and that fucker Kavan said they can’t attend pissing off Scottie’s parents and according to Marshall even his son Lorenzo is pissed at the neglect Rachel has shown her son.
Ever since Scottie finally accepted her role in Sammie’s life, Rachel has taken full advantage of it, giving me what I fucking need to take him and her family is backing me.
Nia flinches when I go over a sensitive area, then giggles, but I don’t look up and keep my facial expression cold.
I don’t need this woman to take things the wrong way, and not because I’m worried Scottie will believe I liked Nia’s advances. Treasure will kick the shit out of the woman, and her sister will do anything to have one up on her.
Over the months, mainly since she finally gave me her body a month ago, I’ve come to realize that Scottie is possessive of me. So possessive that she makes the brothers look tame and I fucking love it.
If women look at me when we’re out with Sammie, she glares at them. While most men would hate the possessiveness, to me, it shows what I mean to her, and I always, I fucking mean always, show her what she means to me.
I quickly lift the needle, then dip it in some more red ink. Nia opens her legs for the fifth time since I began, and I lock my jaw.
Is she wearing panties? She’s adamant to show me that she’s wet.
I’ve tried to ignore it, I’ve mumbled ‘close your legs’ but after an hour and a half of her constant advances, I’m ready to snap.
Sitting up, I raise a brow at her, and the woman grins, her grey eyes sparkling with lust, and she husks, “Like what you see?”
I open my mouth to finally fucking snap but I soon close it when I hear Marshall say, “Somehow I doubt he does, love,” as he walks into my room I’m currently renting from the Untamed, and I smirk his way before I look at Nia and state, “The next time you open your legs, I stop my work, and you can go elsewhere.”
She grins and comments, “A man proud of his work, I like it,” then leans back, closing her legs to allow me to finish, and I shake my head at Marshall, who rightfully looks pissed off.
“Where’s Scottie?” Marshall asks as I continue to shade in the rose on Nia’s thigh, and I murmur, “She should be on her way home from the parent-teacher meeting,” and Marshall huffs.
“Fucking Rachel, I can’t believe she told the school her sister will do the meeting,” he grunts, and I quickly look at him and scoff, “It gets worse, Rachel told the school to go through Scottie permanently,” and Marshall grows tense as he curls his lip in disgust and I nod as I pay attention back to the tattoo.
Don’t get me wrong, Scottie was pissed when the principal called her and informed her what her sister did, but she was happy.
She mentioned that for years, she felt that Sammie was hers but refused to step across that line, but now, she doesn’t have a choice because her sister is neglecting her child, who she clearly only had as a fuck you to her own sister and to try and hurt her.
Selfish bitch.
“Scottie doesn’t mind, Marshall,” I mutter as I dip my needle, “Control your anger, I can feel it from here.”
“Fucker,” he mutters, making my lips twitch, and I continue to finish the rose, the need to get home to my family high.
“You know Rachel hasn’t even asked how Sammie is doing?” he mentions. “She hasn’t seen him in three months and not once has she asked about him.”
“It doesn’t surprise me,” I say as I switch off my machine, finally fucking done with the tat, and I grab the cream and paper towels. “She seems to want to always have a one-up on Scottie.”
I gently wipe the tattoo, then scoop a small amount of cream onto two fingers and rub it on the tattoo before I grab the clear film, tear a large piece, place it over the tattoo, and then grab some tape.
I say, “Alright, Nia, for the first twenty-four hours, I want you to keep on the clear film that I’ve just put on. Afterwards gently wash it with lukewarm water and unscented soap before applying a cream. If you have any problems, then come back and one of us will take a look.”
Nia slowly opens her legs again as I finish taping the film, and I sit back and lock my jaw as she husks, “Or how about you see to my needs now, and your friend can watch.”
Seriously? If a man did this, he’d be fucking locked up…
“Stop trying to advance on my son-in-law!” Marshall snaps, and Nia raises a brow and stupidly states, “The biker doesn’t have a ring, or a woman’s name tattooed anywhere visible, he’s fair game.”
Fair game? What fucking books has she been reading? Fucking fair game.
I chuckle as I roll back on my stool and remove my left glove before holding my hand up and showing Nia my ring finger.
Her eyes widen in shock as she quickly closes her legs and chokes, “I thought you were playing hard to get,” and Marshall chuckles when I state, “I don’t need to play hard to get.
If you know brothers claim women by inking their name on their skin, then you’ll know when a brother falls they fall fucking hard and my girl, she is my everything, her and her nephew. ”
I nod to the door and state, “You can pay at the front desk, and just so you are aware, as I warned you before you entered this room, there are cameras at every corner, so don’t even try to lie and spread shit because I will sue.”
Her eyes tear up like she’s some kind of victim, and she nods as she jumps off the chair just as we hear, “I thought all bikers liked to fuck around on their women?! We all had a bet, why won’t you help me win it?
!” and Nia winces as she gives me a sheepish look and runs out of the room while I roll my eyes.
“Fucking women are crazy,” Marshall mutters as the screeching echoes, and I know Daisy has smacked one of the girls.
“Yep, but to be fair, so is your daughter when she wants to be,” I mutter, and the man chuckles, “You wouldn’t have it any other way,” and I hum because no, I wouldn’t.
“So, what do I owe the pleasure of a visit?” I ask as I grab the wipes and begin cleaning my equipment, knowing Nia was my last client today.
More screams echo, and we both look up to find Daisy, tiny Daisy, dragging a blonde-haired woman out of Hawk's room, who runs out after them. When he notices us, he mutters, “Is it bad that I’m hard right now?” and I laugh my ass off as he runs after his wife.
“Okay, at least my daughter is not that crazy,” Marshall laughs, and I retort, “I don’t know, you haven’t seen the glares she gives women in the street if they look my way. She gives Felix a run for his money, and that cat is pure fucking evil.”
“I can’t believe she still has that fucking animal,” he grunts, and I mutter, “You and me both, the thing only likes Sammie, but to be honest, he is probably the reason why she’s still got the thing.”
“I really fucked up with Scottie,” Marshall sighs and I throw the wipes away and lean against the chair, “Ellie, when we got together, she always had this vision that if we had daughters that they’d follow in her footsteps and become lawyers.
She wanted any sons we were to have to follow in my footsteps with psychiatry and Rachel and Lorenzo, they fell in line.
They did everything Ellie wanted, especially when they realized Ellie would pay for everything, but Scottie – who by the way as much as she doesn’t want to believe, was always going to be called Scottie because we thought it would make her unique no matter her gender – she showed early on that healing people was her passion and Ellie didn’t want to accept it. ”
“You both focused on the kids that went along with what you wanted,” I sigh and Marshall hums, “We did,” then admits, “and then Rachel who had noticed our disconnect to Scottie, began with her stories. How Scottie was flunking out of school, how she barely showed up. That prompted Ellie, who should have looked more into it instead of the hearsay from our other daughter, to tell Scottie that she was to pay for her own schooling. We believed that Kavan was apparently Rachel’s first. I took her side on everything,” he scoffs, “I really fucking messed up.”
“So, you really didn’t want Scottie to be a boy?
” I ask and he winces and admits, “I did, but that is only because Rachel was fucking hard work, still is. I was proud when she was born, ecstatic, I just lost sight on how to keep that pride I felt when she was growing up. I mean, she’s a surgical resident for fuck’s sake, a program that is difficult to get into on the best of days While Rachel had leeway because of her mama.
She had an affair and purposely got herself pregnant just to hurt her little sister and don’t get me started on Lorenzo’s choice of a fucking wife. ”
“Scottie mentioned she’s not the nicest,” I mutter, and he curls his lip and grunts, “The bitch tried to join me in the shower this morning. I kicked her out only to find her getting herself off with my wife’s toy begging me to join her. I swear my cock fucking shriveled up into my body.”
My eyes widen, and I choke, “Fucking hell,” and he nods with a slight shiver in disgust.
Talk about fucking crazy….
“I told Lorenzo that she needs to move out,” he admits, and I ask, “How’d he take that?”
“Not good,” he sighs, “But when I showed him video footage of what she did, he understood.” He says, and I gag at the thought of him having cameras and I mention, “I don’t want to know why you have cameras running, do I?” and he laughs.
Fucking gross.
Shaking his head, he mentions, “Lorenzo went to speak to her about a separation, and she put on a sob story, but when that didn’t work, she reminded him that he never signed a prenup.
She’ll take him to the cleaners if he leaves her, that apparently, she feels lonely without him, and the presence of Sammie hurt her because she can’t conceive. ”
“Let me guess, she’s got her tubes tied?” I confirm, already seeing the kind of woman she is and he nods.
See… not surprised one bit.
“Lorenzo says he can’t just end things,” he grunts, pissed.
I sigh, “It’ll take something big for him to snap.”
Marshall nods, then states, “That could possibly be in two days,” and I raise a brow and confirm, “Let me guess, that is when the meal will be?”
“It’s time to set shit straight,” he says firmly, “Ellie has drawn up the papers for you and Scottie, it’ll be her way of making things right with Scottie.
She just asks that you allow her to visit her daughter, grandson and whatever other kids you may have.
Rachel will be signing the papers as well as Kavan unless he wants the world to know of his misdeeds and I’ll be speaking to Lorenzo later, filling him in on everything. ”
Fuck.
***
I walk inside our home an hour later, my eyes instantly going to the kitchen when I hear Sammie’s giggles, and I smile. I find him on the floor with that demon cat, if Sammie ever wants to join the club, he will be nicknamed because of how well he tames the beast.
Shaking my head, I hang up my cut and toe off my boots with a sigh before I walk into the kitchen that smells fucking divine.
Sammie grins wide at me, and I grin in return as I stop by him and kiss his head before moving right behind his auntie. “Tomato pasta and garlic bread, huh,” I murmur as I glide my hands around her waist and she leans against me as she hums and I press my lips against her bare shoulder.
I fucking love it when she wears tube tops, such easy access to her tits…
“How was work?” she asks, and I mumble, “A client hit on me just as your dad showed up. Didn’t believe it when he called me his son-in-law until I showed her my tattoo, all while Daisy was kicking the crap outta her friend who threw herself at Hawk,” I kiss her shoulder again, “Apparently they had a bet but none of them won because we brothers are devoted to our women, including Ink with Sophie now that she’s fighting for her marriage. ”
Scottie snorts as she tilts her head, her dark blue eyes sparkling with nothing but love.
“When are you tattooing Sammie’s name?” she asks instead of getting pissed, and I smile softly.
“When you’re ready for me to tattoo mine on the side of your little finger,” I admit, and she blinks before a grin stretches across her beautiful face as she demands, “Go get your equipment then,” and I- fuck, I swear my heart jumps out of my chest.
She’s letting me ink her, she’s claiming me…
I give her a chaste kiss, then turn, high-five Sammie, and run out of the kitchen and head towards our room. I keep a spare equipment bag there and want to grab it before she changes her mind, muttering, “It’s about time.”
Did I mention that I’m one lucky fucker? No, well, I fucking am…