Jalisa Chapter 9
The past three days with Wrath had been full of changes and adventures.
He didn’t wait to put in a rush order for my property cut.
He wanted me to have it as soon as possible.
In addition, the Pagans began spreading the word around town that Wrath had taken an old lady named Jalisa, a Hell’s Fiends princess.
More than a couple of people had asked Wrath if it was true. He assured them it was.
I was stuck, cooped up at the compound. To pass the time, I worked on my designs.
This was made possible when a laptop, even better than the one I had, was delivered on Wednesday morning.
Wrath had gotten Crusher to order me one and pay for overnight delivery.
I tried to pay him back for it, but the stubborn man refused to take my money. I’d find a way to repay him.
I loved my new laptop. It had more programs, memory, and speed than my old one.
When I asked Crusher about it, he smirked and told me to come to him or Shadow for any of my computer needs.
They’d hook me up. With my work saved on the cloud, I could jump right back into the project I’d been working on and start a new one.
Betty and I spent time together. I enjoyed having a mother figure with whom I could do things with again. Sometimes, we’d bake for the men or even make a meal. They were appreciative. Wrath told me I wasn’t there to cook, and it wasn’t expected, and I assured him I only did it when I wanted to.
I overheard something that excited me when we were hanging out in the clubhouse Wednesday night. When Wrath wasn’t looking, I asked Fury about it. He verified it was true. We agreed to meet the next day while Wrath was at work. He promised not to say a word to Wrath.
I could hardly wait for Wrath to leave the next morning.
As soon as he did, I rushed to the clubhouse and found Fury.
He showed me to his den, as he called it.
I’d already told him what I wanted. As soon as he shut the door, I removed my shirt.
Underneath, I had on a bra. I lowered one strap and lay down.
“You still want it on the left shoulder?” Fury asked. He had his equipment set up. He was pulling on gloves.
“I do. And I want it big enough that you can see it. As you can see, I’m not new to them.”
He laughed. My tattoos were visible on my upper arms and lower back. I had plans to get more on my arms and then my thighs.
“Pres is sure gonna be surprised and happy about this. It’ll for sure solidify you’re his,” he said.
“It will, but I want it for personal reasons, not that.”
We chatted while he placed the design and then applied the ink.
I’d been thrilled to find out he was an ink slinger, and I’d seen his work on the Pagans.
He was very good, one of the best I’d seen.
I dozed off further into it. The sound and feel of the needle became hypnotic and lulled me to sleep every time.
He was fast. I was awakened in no time. He gave me a hand mirror to show me what it looked like in his big wall mirror.
It was fantastic. I hugged him after putting on my shirt, thanked him, and asked him how much.
He said nothing. He did it for free for the club.
I tried to get him to accept payment, but he said no.
He was ahead of me when we left his room and didn't see me slip money onto his table. He had other money on it, so hopefully, he’d think it was already there and his.
Remembering Wrath’s response when I showed it to him that night, as we were getting into bed, made me grow hot.
He’d kissed me until I was ready to combust and told me how happy I’d made him.
The tat was the Pagan Souls’ emblem with the club name on the bottom rocker and Property of Wrath on the top rocker.
It mimicked what my property cut would have.
I’d almost broken and begged him to take me, but he was being so gentlemanly about giving me time to be comfortable with him. I would give him another night or two, and then that was it. I didn’t need it. I wanted Wrath desperately. I’d never experienced desire like this.
That was on hold until after tonight’s meeting.
Everyone got off work an hour early so they had time to clean up and for us to make the ride in rush-hour traffic.
I was nervous for some reason, but I was also eager to ride with Wrath for the first time as his.
The one from the clubhouse to the Thieves’ Hole the night we met didn’t count in my book.
However, Wrath made me extremely happy when he informed me that I was the only woman to have ever ridden on his bike.
I was disappointed my property cut wasn’t ready, so I had to wear a regular leather jacket. I should’ve known that wouldn’t work for my man. When we went out to get on his bike, he handed me one of his. It was way too big, but it proclaimed I was a Pagan. I wrapped myself in his scent.
I enjoyed riding with him, but not quite as much as riding alone. It had a different feel. He had me plastered to his back and would reach down with his free hand to rub or squeeze my leg. Wrath made me feel safe and seen.
Due to traffic, it took us closer to an hour and a half to get to the Fiends’ compound.
Dylan had come with us. Wrath didn’t want their place left unattended, so Keno, Chaos, and Nomad volunteered to stay behind when the club asked for volunteers.
That left eleven Pagans and me to enter the gates of the Fiends’ home turf.
For me, it was home. Or it was. I already saw the Pagans’ place as home due to how they treated me, especially Wrath.
Right behind us were Storm and Ryder. Behind them came the other officers in descending order, then members, and at the back was Dylan.
I pointed to where they should park. Bikes were shut off after coming to a standstill, and everyone was dismounting.
Wrath held my hand, so I didn’t fall. His motorcycle was taller than mine, and as a short person, I had to be careful when getting off it.
I was removing my helmet when the door opened, and out came the Fiends.
Abel, one of their prospects, had let us in.
He’d been with them for about three months.
I’d met him a few times but didn’t know him well.
I hadn’t come to the compound much lately.
Before I had a chance to take off my jacket, Dad enveloped me in a bear hug.
When he let go, I saw him checking out my leather.
I thought he looked displeased, but it was gone so fast that I decided I was mistaken.
The Fiends were greeting everyone. It was loud and somewhat chaotic as we were guided into their clubhouse.
Their clubhouse started as a large house that was extended a few times since they originally got it.
It was homey but not as impressive as what the Pagans had.
Nor was it as roomy. The main area they gathered in was similar to the Pagans’ place, which had tables, chairs, a pool table, couches, and a bar. I think every clubhouse was the same.
We were quickly seated, and drink orders were taken and eventually dispensed. Since we were riding, Wrath and his men stuck to non-alcoholic or one alcoholic drink at the start of our visit, so it had time to process out of their systems. No one wanted to be on a bike with compromised reflexes.
I was next to Wrath on his left. We were flanked by his VP and enforcer.
Across from us, Panther was set up the same way.
I noticed they were all business tonight.
There were no old ladies or kids there. Maybe they’d come later.
I hoped so. I wanted to introduce Wrath to them.
Panther started the conversation with a short speech.
“I hope the remainder of your week was productive. We’ve been hard at work, passing along the news that Jalisa has gotten herself claimed by a Pagan Soul.
I have to say, it’s caused a stir among those MCs who are like us.
They figured she’d end up with a Fiend or possibly one of their men.
She’s been several men’s desired woman, it seems. There are several disappointed men this week. ”
I felt Wrath stiffen. I placed my hand on his thigh under the table.
I smiled at Panther. “Well, that’s too bad.
None of them ever mentioned wanting me as their old lady.
They tried to hook up with me, to which I said no.
However, even if they’d asked me to be more, the answer was always no.
Were there any rumblings about the Black Outlaws hearing the news? ”
“I told the other clubs our princess was too good for their asses. As for the Outlaws, we haven’t heard anything, but we spoke to a few clubs we know will tell them. It’s no secret that Killer was saying you were his far and wide. It’s caused a stir,” Scooter added.
“I see you had on a jacket that’s not yours. How is the patch process going?” Dad asked.
“It’s only been a few days, so I haven’t gotten my property cut or regular jacket yet, but they are on a rush order. However, I have something else to proclaim my status even better,” I told the room, smiling.
“What’s that?” Dad asked.
I stood, turned my back to them, and pulled down the back of my top. It was loose enough to bare my upper shoulder. I heard mutters when they saw it. After giving them a good look, I straightened my top and retook my seat. Wrath wore a satisfied smile.
“That leaves little doubt. Good idea. How did your spreading the word go?” Panther asked.
“Good. We’d some surprised people, just like you did, but we told as many as possible so they’d talk. It has to make it to Killer’s spies eventually,” Wrath told them.
“Do you have any thoughts on how we can let her be seen outside your compound and keep her protected? I assume it’s doable. You came here tonight without issue,” Scooter pointed out.
“Yes, we did, but it wasn’t without extra protection,” Storm said.
“What?” I asked.