Page 25 of Torch's Torment

Once we clear the gates, Capone throttles his bike taking off at a fast speed. The rest of us follow suit. I grip Torch’s waist tighter the faster he goes and a thrill shoots down my spine. Everything I’ve been worried about or stressed over disappears the longer we ride. The club colors flying sends pride through me that I’m a part of it. Family. Something I’ve never really had.

We take the PCH down the coast until we reach a quiet neighborhood. Capone signals to turn right and we park in front of a cute little beach front store.

Torch shuts his bike off and drops his kickstand. The motor ticking over the ocean breeze. He signals for me to climb off and he immediately follows. We remove and hang our helmets on the handlebars of his bike. Torch wraps his arms around my waist, my back to his front and his hot breath fans across my ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you with just this on later.” Torch whispers in my ear.

I suck in a deep breath and tilt my head to the side. My body is craving him to do it now, not later. I look at Torch over my shoulder. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Torch growls against my ear and pulls my ass against his hard cock. Shivers of need skates down my spine.

Capone enters the little store and we all file in behind him. He shakes hands with the man behind the counter and points to Danyella, Monica and me. I can’t hear what he’s saying so I look around. Art decals are littering the walls. A reception desk in front of the door, a few chairs scattered around the room and several rooms down a long hallway. This place is bigger than what it appears from the outside. The guy Capone was talking to heads into the back.

I’m kind of freaking out because this is a stranger but the guys don’t seem to care. Maybe they know him from somewhere? It can’t be the Clubhouse because I would’ve recognized him. Torch must see the scared and confused look on my face because he tilts my face toward his so my lips are inches from him.

“We own this place. Dagger is usually in charge here but since he is unavailable at the time, we recruited help.”

“Help for what?”

“You’ll see.”

A little while later the man comes out from the back and this time, he has on a Royal Bastard MC cut. On the back it says Charleston, WV and his name reads Roane. I’ve heard him mentioned before but never met him. Another guy joins him wearing a Royal Bastard cut and his reads Chains from Ankeny, IA.

Two women and three men. One man who stands a foot taller than me comes out of the back room. He has on a cut but this one is from Malevolent MC, Mario Co, FL Chapter. His name is Sundown and by the Native American/Sicilian heritage, I believe he’d make the sunset on any woman and he knows it.

Capone turns to us girls once everyone is here. “Ladies pick your artist. Choose wisely cause they’re gonna ink your skin with your man’s brand.” Monica and Danyella squeal in excitement. Me? I’m a fucking mess. My jaw drops and panic sets in. I’ve never had a tattoo before and I’m freaking the fuck out. Torch wraps me up in his arms and the panic slowly ebbs away.

“It’s Ok. Firecracker. I’ll be with you every step of the way.” Torch’s soothing voice helps me get back in control.

“I like that.”

“What? That you almost had a panic attack?”

“No silly. Firecracker.”

“Yeah, me too. I think it suits you. Slow to build up but explodes when you reach the end.” Torch kisses the top of my head. “OK who do you want?”

I check the five people here to do tatts and one woman catches my attention. She has long jet-black hair almost to her waist. Piercing blue eyes, tanned skin, piercings in her ears, lip, nose and eyes. It makes me want a piercing too. She has on a cut but I’ve never heard of it before. It reads Royal Harlots. She snaps her gum with perfectly white teeth. The visible tattoos are beautiful and the intricate daisy catches my eye.

“Can I get her?” I quietly ask Torch. He smirks and brings me closer.

“Daisy, this is Calypso. She’s from Royal Harlots. Calypso, this is my Ol’ Lady Daisy.”

Calypso looks me up and down and a smirk appears on her plump red lips. “Virgin huh? This’ll be fun.” She leads Torch and me into a small room and motions for me to sit in the chair that resembles a dentist chair. “What’s she getting?”

“Wait. What? I don’t get a say in what my first tatt will be?” I glare at Torch.

“No, Firecracker. You’re getting my brand on your beautiful skin.” Torch runs a finger down the length of my arm and goosebumps follow his path. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Then trust that I’ll give your skin something exquisite and beautiful to match who you are.” And just like that, stick a fork in me, I’m done.

“OK, Romeo. Where’s the design and where do you want it?” Torch pulls a sketch out of his cut and hands it to Calypso, blocking me from seeing it.

“I can’t choose where I want it either?”

“No, Daisy. This is my gift to you.” Torch turns his attention to Calypso and picks up my left wrist. “I want it right here.” He kisses the inside of my forearm tenderly. “That way if she ever needs to cover or expose it, she can.”

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