Page 26 of Torch's Torment

“At least I get that choice.” I mumble.

Torch narrows his ice blue eyes in my direction. “Keep it up, Firecracker. I’ll have her inking your whole neck.”

My jaw drops. “You wouldn’t!”

“I would just so I can wrap my hands around my brand while I fuck your brains out.” My panties instantly grow wet. Fuck me, he’s dirty and he’s all mine.

“There’s the asshole I know.” Calypso winks at me as she slides on a pair of gloves. My face turns beet red from embarrassment. “Don’t be shy, Daisy. Your Ol’ Man isn’t.”

“How do you know each other?” I ask as I watch her get all the tattoo supplies out. Calypso places the stencil over the inside of my forearm. I’m trying to peek but Torch won’t let me.

“Not till after it’s done, Firecracker.” He smirks sending a shot of lust to my greedy core. “Calypso is a member of our sister club, Royal Harlots.”

“I was in Washington with our National Chapter for a while until Allura was permitted to come down here and I came with her.” Calypso starts the tattoo gun and it makes a low buzzing noise. I suck n a deep breath and tense as she brings the little gun closer to my skin. Calypso peers up at me. “Relax, Daisy. If you jerk, it’ll turn out horribly and we can’t be having that.”

Torch leans over me and kisses me. I open my mouth and his tongue enters. His unique flavor taking over all my senses and I feel my body relax.

“That’s one way to do it,” Calypso laughs. The gun is touching my skin. It burns a little bit but it doesn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would.

Torch pulls away and I pout. “Later, Firecracker.”

“Torch.” Capone shouts from the hallway. Torch stands up and opens the door. Capone looks pissed pacing back and forth. The slight tick in his jaw is pronounced. Torch shuts the door and I relax into my seat. The room is tense and silent as Calypso works the gun over my skin.

“So, Calypso, why L.A.?” I ask trying to break the awkwardness.

She shrugs as she continues to work. “Needed a change. Washington is too rainy for me.”

“Do you like it here?”

“Sun, beaches, ocean, laid back attitudes. What’s not to like. What about you?”

“I’m not planning on going back home that’s for sure.”

“Where’s home?”

“Utah.”

“Wow. You’re far away from home. How’d you get here?”

Knowing I need to get out what happened and actually talking about it, I answer. “I was kidnapped by the Bloody Scorpions and brought here. It’s how I met Danyella. We were both captive at the same time in a cell together. I escaped and helped the Royal Bastards find Danyella.” I’m not going into detail about my time in captivity. It’s a memory I’d rather have go away than have it define me.

“Do you have family here?” I ask when Calypso grows quiet at my confession.

Calypso’s hand stops inking my arm before she starts back up again. Her hesitation tells me she doesn’t want to talk about it. “No. Do you mind if I turn on some music?” There’s something she’s hiding but I’m not going to push. It isn’t my place and I have secrets of my own.

“Sure.” I shrug.

Calypso stops inking my arm and turns around on her stool. It’s tempting to take a peek at the design, but I hold back. She taps her phone and Adam Levine singing “Beautiful Mistake” filters through the small speakers.

Calypso gets back to work, ending all conversations and Torch strolls back in the room. He’s irritated but pushes it aside when he sees me watching him. I quirk an eyebrow as he sits down next to me holding my free hand.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, Club business.” I huss and he kisses the side of my head. “If you need to know, you’ll know.”

Torch and I talk about everything and anything while Calypso doesn’t say a word. Really getting to know each other instead of fucking. It makes me crave him even more, knowing the man behind the mask.

Calypso finishes up a little while later putting the finishing touches on my tattoo. “Done.” She pops her gum and slides back in her stool, stretching her back.

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