Page 9 of Marked By the Possessive Biker

He chuckles like he knows something I don’t. “Fine. Follow me.”

He walks out of the room, and I follow him with the woman right behind me.

I know where he’s going before we reach it, and I pull my shoulders back to prepare for whatever I’m about to see.

“What’s up?” I hear Ben say.

I haven’t cut the corner yet, and Gunner says, “I have a walk-in and thought I’d ask you if you want it.”

“Hell, no,” Ben says, and when I walk into his room, he slams his mouth shut and looks between Gunner and me, ignoring the giggling woman behind us. “What the fuck, Gunner?”

He holds his hands up in front of him. “What? I’m not risking you cutting my hands off for touching her.”

Ben grits his teeth. “Get the fuck out. Both of you.”

Alice whines behind me. “Boss, you’re no fun.”

“Out!” he says again, pointing toward the hallway.

Gunner chuckles as he walks past me and squeezes my shoulder. “Good luck!”

A growl comes from Boss, and I move in front of him because he looks like he’s about to kill his friend. “Ben, stop. What’s your problem?”

He shuts his door and turns on me with an angry glare. “Did you come here to get a tattoo from someone else? From Gunner?” he spits out.

“Yes, why do you care?”

He hovers over me, enunciating each word. “I think I told you what would happen if another man touched you.”

I start to laugh and then stop. “Gunner is your best friend, like a brother. I don’t think you’ll kill him.”

He gives me a smirk. “You wanna bet?”

I just shake my head. “So do you have time to give me a tattoo or not?”

He crosses his arms over his chest. “You really want one?”

“Yeah, I do. I’ve had it drawn out for a while but never felt brave enough.”

He holds his hand out, and I pause for a second, unsure.

He searches my eyes and must see the uneasiness I’m feeling. He waits patiently, hand still out, palm up. “It’s okay.”

I nod and pull the paper from my pocket. I take my time opening it and then hand it over to him.

His eyebrows raise, and he holds it up. “This is beautiful. Did you design it?”

Heat rushes to my cheeks, but I lift my head to him. “I did.”

“Where did you learn to draw like this?”

“I’m minoring in art in college.”

He holds the paper in his hands and leans back against the counter. “What are you majoring in?”

“Marketing.”

He nods. “So tell me about this.”

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