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Chapter Thirteen

Ghost

TODAY IS A full dayof clients for me at the tattoo shop. Alana is at the clubhouse to unpack everything and get her room set up the way she wants. She was exhausted after last night and I didn’t want to wake her up to come to work when she’s already been through so much. So, Colton and I woke her long enough to tell her goodbye and give her a kiss before leaving to go to work. He’ll get back before I do and I hope they get the chance to spend time together. It’s important that Colton and I spend one on one time with Alana so we can get to know one another and build a solid foundation of our relationship with her alone and together as a trio. Yes, I know it’s important because I talked to Cage and Joker about it when Brynn and King got married. No one knows I talked to them other than Colton because it’s no one’s business but ours. Both men gave me good advice and I know it’s because they already knew I wanted to ask because of how I feel about Alana.

“Is Alana comin’ in today?” Crab asks me, his voice breaking me out of my thoughts as I finish cleaning my station from the client I just finished working on.

“No. She needs a day off to get settled in and I didn’t want to push her to come in today,” I answer him as Beckett makes his way over to us since no one is in the shop right this second.

“How’s she doin’? Is Liz gonna drive her away?” he asks while Beckett sits on a stool and faces us.

“No. Liz won’t be able to drive her away because Alana is loyal and wants to be with Geek and me. She’s grown up around women like her and has seen all the tricks first hand when it comes to the club girls. I’ve watched her witness countless women over the years tryin’ to get to her dads. Skylar always stood up to them and Alana is no different. You’ve had to have seen Liz by now. She’s a fuckin’ mess because of my girl and that’s with her only usin’ one hand to beat the shit out of her,” I answer with a smile on my face as I remember Alana claiming Geek and I in the clubhouse and defending my best friend in ways no one else ever has.

“I have seen Liz. Alana really worked her over. It’s good to hear about her claimin’ you both. Means she’s all in and won’t let anyone take you away from her. That’s the kind of woman you need at your side,” Crab says, a wistful look on his face as he gets lost in his own memories.

While he’s thinking of his past or something going on in his life, I let my thoughts drift to what happened between the three of us last night. Sinking into Alana’s hot, wet pussy is a feeling I’ll never forget. I know today she’ll be lost in her head about what happened between us. Not because she regrets it or because we didn’t make it good for her. She’ll overthink about the fact that it was her first time and wondering if it was any good for Geek and me. That’s who Alana is and I wouldn’t want her to be any other way. My girl is the most selfless person I’ve ever met and I know it’s because of her mom and family back home. My thoughts turn to the possibility of her being pregnant with our baby and I imagine her growing round as she gets further along in the pregnancy. That’s an image I want to see for the rest of my life. I’ll get her pregnant as many times as she wants just to see the images in my mind become a reality.

“Will Alana be here tomorrow?” Beckett questions me, breaking me out of my thoughts as I turn my attention to him.

“Yeah. She also had an appointment she couldn’t miss and I wasn’t about to have her deal with it here in the shop where there’s no privacy. I know she has an appointment with Doc in a few days so she can get X-rays done on her hand. They need to know if it’s healin’ and when she can get the cast off and switch to a brace to keep her injury stable so it doesn’t get hurt worse or break again,” I tell the men standing in front of me.

“Are you gonna be able to handle seein’ all the guys walkin’ in here for tattoos flirtin’ with your woman?” Crab questions with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah. Alana will handle it and if she can’t, I’ll step in and deal with the situation myself,” I state, my tone leaving no room for argument from anyone as the door opens and a girl walks in and straight to the desk.

Beckett smirks at us before making his way to greet her and find out what she needs done. I already know she’s here for an appointment with me. I’d rather Crab or Beckett take care of her, but she was booked with me so I have to suck it up and deal with the flirting and her trying to touch me. No, I didn’t fuck her any of the previous times she’s been in the shop but it doesn’t stop her from trying each appointment she books with me. I can’t stand that shit on a good day. Being away from Alana today has put me in a horrible mood and it’s not something I want to be dealing with.

“Ghost, Brittany is here for her appointment,” Beckett says, his smirk still in place as Brittany saunters over to my area which I’ve just finished cleaning and preparing for her tattoo.

“Ghost, it’s soooo good to see you again,” she says, dragging out the ‘o’ while batting her lashes at me as if she’s trying to be sexy. It’s not.

“Brittany,” I grumble, my voice low and hard as she sinks in the chair for her tattoo. “What are you gettin’ done today?”

Each of Brittany’s tattoos are insignificant and the only reason she has any of them is to spend time with me. They’re all small work that takes me no more than twenty minutes to finish despite her trying to linger in my presence. If I thought Liz and the Phantom girls were desperate and needy, they have nothing on Brittany. It’s pathetic to see her walk in the shop with barely any clothes on while she tries to flirt and make me fuck her. No matter how many times I tell her it’s not gonna happen, she doesn’t get it through her thick skull.

“I’m getting a heart on my boob. The one with the flames surrounding it,” she answers and I know it’s just another random tattoo she doesn’t really want but has no other way to talk to me.

“Pull down your shirt a little bit so I can get to work,” I tell her, sitting on my stool and pulling on a pair of gloves and getting the ink ready for her tattoo.

When I look at Brittany again, her entire tit is exposed as she looks up at me with fake innocence filling her eyes. Setting my tattoo gun down, I close my eyes and release the breath I’m holding.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” I growl, my voice hard and cold as she startles and a blush creeps slowly up her face.

“What do you mean? You told me to pull my shirt down,” she says, her voice trembling as tears fill her eyes.

“I’m not doin’ this, Brittany. I’ve told you more than once that I’m not gonna fuck you. Yes, I told you to pull down your shirt a little bit. You’re the one who just exposed your entire tit in a tattoo shop where other clients can walk in. No one wants to see that shit. Especially me. I have a woman and you willnevercompare to her in any way,” I tell her as I push back from the chair she’s in.

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