Page 86 of In the Light of Sin

I walked over to her, bending my arm so my forearm came in contact with her neck and my mouth at her ear. “Wanna repeat of the last time I saw you at work? Instead of coming on your back, I’ll make sure it’s seeping out of your cunt your whole shift.”

Her thighs began to rub together, subtly enough so everyone in the room couldn’t see, but I damn well could feel the movement on my own thighs since she was pressed against me. “Is that a promise?”

God, this girl.

I straightened up. I should’ve guessed she’d called my bluff. But as much as I wanted to be inside her, I needed to leave to keep on my schedule today. I turned to my club brother, whose eyes were trained on Oakley, who was trying to stay hidden by cutting thorns off a stem. “You gonna watch out for them?”

“I’ll watch out for Oakley.”

What a fucking bastard. I took a threatening step towards him, one I wasn’t surprised he ignored when Nyla spoke up, “Mitchell’s coming in a few hours. He has a meeting with Dad.”

My eye looked to V, who dragged his eyes to my face. Meetings between those two were rare, and nothing good ever came of it. I hope Grim was able to pull out whatever stick got shoved up Prez’s ass lately.

If he kept it up, he might not have a club to lead anymore. My loyalty to him was unwavering; now, there was a ripple, and it was felt by the whole club.

I looked at the clock on the wall, walking to my girl. “Gotta go.”

She smiled at me, all trace of pain gone from the previous ones, but I knew it was a ruse. She didn’t want to burden anyone with the pain she no doubt felt from her demon coming back into her life. Just like the pale lipstick she wore, the smile was fabricated. But I would pick up the pieces I knew she’d let fall when we were alone. “Pick me up later?”

My chin dipped before I ducked my head, her wide eyes surprised as I pecked her lips. I knew everyone, excluding V, was staring with interest. I felt like I just lit a fuckin’ bomb and was now gonna walk away from the aftermath.

The chatter started almost immediately, but I was able to tune it out. Joslyn was too stunned to speak; I’d never kissed her anywhere but in private. I fucking hated public displays of affection, but my girl needed some extra care after last night.

I’d put aside my comfort for that damn smile of hers.

I hopped on my bike, making sure to rev my engine so Joslyn could hear it. I’d never admit what I did for her. I would only let her tease and speculate because, for whatever reason, she seemed to enjoy it.

I blew out a breath before taking off. That girl of mine didn’t know how to push my buttons; she knew how to snap them off and hide them, so I couldn’t find them.

No. My lips didn’t just curve up at the thought of that.

My first stop was at the hardware store. I drew attention wherever I went, good and bad. I ignored the lingering eyes and did my own thing. When associates tried to talk to me, I grunted and walked on. Knew they were doin’ their job, but that didn’t mean I had to fuckin’ talk to them. I went to my destination, not even bothering to stop fully at the register, just throwing cash on the counter before walking out the door. They knew me. When I was building my cabin, I was a daily visitor, and after some… complaints, I was told by the manager I could just throw the money on the counter, and they’d use the change to fund someone else’s purchase.

Didn’t give a fuck what they did with it as long as they didn’t bother me.

I put my items in my saddle bag before going to my next destination, the one I was looking least forward to. I was there within a few minutes, putting my bike on the kickstand before walking into Soulless Ink. Tyrant and Knight were setting up their stations for the day. I’d never been in their shop before. It was spacious, with two stations and a portfolio of their work. Gotta admit it was pretty damn impressive. I’d always wondered if they tatted each other. Guess I was right. They were shocked to see me, to say the least. “What’cha want, Sarge.”

I walked to Knight, handing him a note. “Knock me out.”

Tyrant’s eyebrows furrowed. I thought he’d jump at the chance for this. “Why?”

I pointed to the note. It had details of what I wanted. I didn’t have to explain myself. I walked over to Knight’s station, wanting him to do this instead of Tyrant. God only knew what that joker would do while I was unconscious. I sat on the parlor seat, repeating myself, hopefully for the last time. “Knock. Me. Out.”

The two looked at each other before peeking down at the note I’d given Knight. Two sets of eyes widened before a grin formed on Tyrant’s face as he headed for me. He shrugged his shoulders back before cocking his fist. “Okay.”

He hit me with all his damn strength. I think he broke a tooth. I spit on the ground before growling. “You dumb motherfucker—”

I felt a prick in the side of my neck, a familiar sensation as I closed my eye, succumbing to the medicine as the last thing I saw was Tyrant’s mischievous wave.

Bastard was going to regret it when I woke up.

* * *

I groaned as I woke up, still in Tyrant’s tattooing chair but with a new sting on my chest. “Ya awake?”

“Yeah, motherfucker.” I wanted to jump up, but the damn medicine made me groggy as fuck when I first opened my eye. Instead, I stood slowly, making my way to Tyrant, who ran to the other side of the chair where I couldn’t get him. I was broader and stronger than him, but he had speed on me even when I wasn’t coming off sedation. I placed a balled-up fist into the flat of my hand, cracking my knuckles. “Need to pay you.”

He cackled, head shaking, making his curly hair wave. “I take cash, pussy, or dick. Fists ain’t included in that.”

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