Chapter 31
Chapter
Thirty-One
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“ S o… the ass tattoo,” Evan says, looking expectantly at Sutton as soon as we come downstairs the next morning.
“What ass tattoo?” I ask. “This is the first I’m hearin’ about it.”
Evan tilts her head and cocks an eyebrow. “That’s because it doesn’t concern you.”
Doesn’t concern me?
“It’s my fuckin’ ass. So yeah, it concerns me,” I say, giving it right back to her as I mimic her facial expression.
“It’s not a big deal, babe,” Sutton laughs as she lays a hand on my upper arm. “Evan bet me a tattoo on my butt because I thought we wouldn’t get together and she did.”
“Why wouldn’t we get together?”
Evan is looking at Sutton with a look that says ‘I told you so.’
“I don’t know!” Sutton exclaims. “I thought you were just being nice!”
“Oh, I was being nice alright. But I also wanted to tap that ass.” I wink .
Sutton rolls her eyes before turning her attention back to Evan. “When do you want to get tattoos?”
Evan shrugs. “Let’s do it today.”
I raise my palm in the air, doing a stop motion. “Hold up. I’m busy today, so no one is gettin’ tattoos.”
“You’re not the only tattoo artist in town, genius.” Evan smirks, knowing damn well what she’s doing.
“No, but I’m the only one that will be tattooing anything on Sutton’s body. And I know Prez isn’t going to let just anybody touch yours.”
The thought of another man seeing what she’s been hiding makes my eye twitch.
“Stop riling him up, hellcat. It’s too damn early and I don’t want to deal with his grumpy ass in church,” Prez grumbles as he enters the kitchen, heading straight for the coffee.
“But it’s so fun.” Evan pouts.
Wrapping my arm around Sutton, I tuck her up against me, placing a kiss on her temple. “I have to get goin’. Shops closed today. If I find out you got a tattoo, I’m going to smack that ass harder than I did last night.” I lowly growl the last part in her ear, knowing she’s only bad for me.
“I guess you better hurry back to find out.” Sutton shrugs with a playful smirk on her face.
Evan busts out laughing. “I knew I liked her.”
“I can already tell you two are goin’ to be the cause of a lot of avoidable deaths.”
“Let’s get the fuck out of here and get this shit over with,” Cain grunts, downing the last of his coffee and setting the cup in the sink.
I give Sutton another smack on the ass as I follow Cain out the door.
“I’d like to make a request,” Scotch says as soon as he sits down .
Everyone is here but Hash. It’s not like him to be late to everything like that.
“And that would be?” Prez asks, twirling an unlit cigar around in his hand.
“The next time one of you motherfuckers calls me in for help with cleanup, can we not burn skin? I almost didn’t make it. I thought I was going to throw the fuck up. The whole house smelled like ass,” Scotch says, looking disgusted and irritated at the same time.
“The smell didn’t bother me. I thought it was creative and innovative.” Cyrus shrugs.
“It was fucking disgusting.”
“If we’re talking about what I think we’re talking about, I didn’t mind it. I was entertained the entire time,” Hash says as he struts into the room.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Prez asks him. “When I say church is at 11, I mean 11. Not whenever the fuck you feel like showing up.”
“Sorry, Prez. I had some shit to take care of. It’s handled and done. Won’t happen again.”
For the first time since Sutton came into my life and I got my head out of my ass, I really study Hash. He looks fucking rough. More rough than usual. He’s always been kind of a dick, but now he just seems like a depressed dick.
Prez sighs as he rubs his head. “All I asked for was it to be as clean as possible.”
“All things considerin’, I think I was pretty nice about it.”
Prez shrugs. “No one saw you, correct?”
“Right. We pulled off and walked up to the house. It was dark out and a clean B&E.”
“We aired the place out while we were cleaning up. It should be all good. I’m sure Brad will let Adducci know if it starts to get hot,” Scotch says.
“I’ll let him know to keep an eye out,” Prez says as he leans back in his chair as he looks at me. “Sutton good with everything that went down? She didn’t seem phased this morning.”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “She knows he’s dead but didn’t want to know details, which is honestly for the best.” All of my brothers nod in agreement.
Some will let their old ladies know everything and some cherry pick what’s said.
I’m more about what Sutton is okay with wanting to know.
If she doesn’t want to know I’m not going to tell her.
“Overall, she’s happy with the outcome.”
“Good,” Prez says. “Moving on to the next order of business, the Black Diamonds.”
A chorus of groans sound out in unison at the mention of the club.
“They’re being a major pain in the fucking ass,” Hash grumbles as he crosses his arms and settles into his chair.
“Agreed. Which is why we have a meet scheduled with their president in two weeks. I need him to understand how this shit is going to go.”
“He coming with the cash he’s shorted us?” Cyrus asks.
“I got it back,” Wiz says out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of me. He’s so quiet I forgot he’s here half the time unless I need something. “I may have hacked their account and transferred what was owed, plus interest. It should be in the club’s account.”
A loud laugh roars out of Hash as Scotch slaps Wiz on the back, making him wince. He may be part of a one percenter motorcycle club, but the man does not leave his computer. I wouldn’t say he’s weak, but definitely fucking lanky.
“I’m assuming they don’t know since they aren’t here busting down our door?” Cyrus asks with a smirk on his face. He lives for shit like this.
“Guess not.” Prez shrugs. “Alright, get out of my fucking sight. Ink needs to go make sure his woman didn’t get some random dudes name on her ass.”
“Not fuckin’ funny,” I grunt as I push out of my chair, wasting no time on getting back to Sutton because I finally have something I want to go home to.