Page 13 of Three Little Words

Chapter Five

Benny

It had been a while since I had Dak in my chair.

Working on him was always kinda fun. He had good stories, that was for sure. It was entertaining to talk with him.

And he could carry on a full conversation while I worked on him. If he even felt the sting of the needle, he didn’t react to it.

But I knew for a fact that he’d felt a lot worse.

This wasn’t the kind of guy people messed with. Dak was vice president of the King’s Devils. Just from looking at him, you could tell he was a badass.

I’d never seen him lose a fight, that was for sure.

He lay forward in my chair while I put the color on a new back piece—a pinup girl wearing a crown, her tits strategically covered by the motorcycle helmet she held in her arms. I was pretty proud of it, buy more importantly, Dak liked it.

“She looks like this girl I used to ride with,” Dak said. “Called herself Velour. Fucked like a porn star, I tell ya what.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Sounds like every other girl you ever talk about. Lacy, Starlet, Mitzi. You got any that don’t fuck like porn stars?”

“Please, those don’t last long around us.” He laughed heartily. “If she can’t fuck and can’t fight, she’s not worth much to me.”

I shook my head. “You’re a real charmer, you know that?”

“Of course I am. I’m a catch and a half.”

“Whatever you say, man.” I grinned, lifting my needle and dabbing away a little excess ink. “There we go. That’s all I can do for now. You’re gonna have to come back for one more round.”

“Sure. Gladly.” Dak held still as I bandaged him up, then rose to grab his shirt and leather jacket. “Do I get to go see Zoe now?”

“Yeah, she’ll take your money.”

“Wish she’d give me something in return, huh?” Dak laughed again.

“You’d be barking up the wrong tree with that. She’s only into girls.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Can’t stop a man from dreaming.”

I heard that a lot.

Dak turned to me. “Hey. When’re you off? Let me take you out for some drinks. Meet me at The Depot when you close down.”

I wasn’t going to turn that down. “Sure. I’ll be there around six-thirty.”

“Six-thirty. Got it. Come ready to drink.” Dak slapped me on the back. “See you then!”

“See you then.”

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I walked into The Depot at six-thirty on the nose. The lot was already full—mostly motorcycles, a few older pickup trucks. The King’s Devils were obviously here to party tonight.

I didn’t want to know what they were celebrating. The less I knew about their activities, the better. That’s how it had always been with me and Dak, and how it always would be.

Dak was sitting at one of the tables. A gorgeous blonde had pulled her chair next to his and leaned heavily on his shoulder. Her tits were barely contained by the zip-up leather vest she wore.

“There he is! Hey, brother!” Dak held up a beer bottle to me, then took a long drink from it.

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