Chapter 6
CASS
“We’re really doing this, huh?” I chew into my lip. Trepidation has me wanting to turn and walk away, and it has nothing to do with marking my skin and everything to do with the thought of a stranger touching me. Something I’ve yet to admit to Killa.
“Don’t have a choice,” Killa says as I slide off the back of his bike. “Want you to have it. So, you havin’ it.”
I roll my eyes. We both know if I created hell, he’d relent in some way, shape, or form.
“I never said I didn’t want it. I’m just saying”—I gesture toward the tattoo shop—“this is a big step, a permanent one.”
“Permanent step, fuckin’ you bareback, puttin’ a baby in your belly.” He points down toward my stomach. “That’s a big step.”
I snort.
“Now, move your cute ass, Cass. Need to collect Noah before tonight ends.” He winks at me, then pushes open the shop door.
Another biker appears from behind an opening. His bright smile settles the nervousness I feel at the thought of another man touching me. His cut reads, Malice.
I can do this.
Killa scans over me as if searching for a reason behind my unwillingness.
Why does he always have to be so in tune with my emotions? It’s like the man is a damn sniffer dog for these things.
“You can do the outline on her, but I’m finishing up,” he says to Malice. “Don’t want you touching her any longer than necessary.”
Malice twists his lips. “My damn shop.”
Killa stands taller, and the stare-off is deadly. “My damn woman.”
“Well, my brother clearly has it bad for you. Never known any of my brothers to fall like he’s fallen for you.” He stares in Killa’s direction. “Part from Warrior.”
Killa grunts in response.
“Come on through, I’ll do the outline and let the big guy fill you in.”
Killa entwines our hands, giving me no choice but to follow after them.
“Want her on my lap when you do it.”
I swear I melt.