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“There is nothing wrong with what we just did, Madalyn. I don’t regret any second of it and I plan on doing it again. And again. And again.” I shake my head at his words.

“I will see you soon, baby.”

I rush through the door, ignoring the amused gazes of some of the members. Reaching outside I call an Uber and get ready to tear Darian apart for letting this happen. Yep, I am blaming her for all of this.

My so-called bestie has a lot of explaining to do.

CHAPTER NINE

TARGET

Killing the engine, I swing my leg over my bike, removing my helmet. Running my fingers through my hair, I take in my surroundings.

Sweat covers my skin as it is hot as balls out today. Sweat trickles down my back, and my balls are screaming to be freed and aired out.

Pushing through the door of Rugged Ink, the scent of the ink, blood, and body sweat hits my senses. When Rugged Ink became successful in Fort Lauderdale, thanks to Jace, and then Zeb and Lee joined the team, it was pushed to open one here and start a club franchise.

I am all for it because the tattoo shop brings in some serious cash, especially with Lucas, Cleo, and Victor. Those three are a fucking riot when they get going. Lucas brings in the college girls and some older ladies who want a try at having a young man please them.

Cleo is a busty chick with blonde hair with purple tips and is covered in tattoos. She is mouthy and most men love that andfall to their knees for her. Then there is Victor, who is our gothic man, his words not mine.

Long black hair that is pulled into a ponytail now and then. Dark tattoos cover his skin, black or purple nail polish covers his nails, and he wears eyeliner and fuck me, the freaking guys and chicks come in flocks to see him.

“Long time no see, brother.”

“I knew you would miss me.” I wink.

He laughs, waving me off, before bending back over the man lying in his tattoo chair.

“What can we do for you, Target?” Cleo asks.

“Hey, beautiful,” I greet her.

A deep growl comes from behind me, and I wink at Cleo.

Looking over my shoulder at him, I keep a smirk firmly in place. I rest my forearm on the reception desk, giving off a relaxed vibe.

“Can I help you, man?”

He glares at me with narrowed eyes, and I can’t help but chuckle. “You need to keep your fucking eyes off my woman.”

Dressed similar to me, in ripped jeans, biker boots and a fucking cut that I do not recognize, I eyeball the man, trying to get a read on him.

I arch a brow, turning my had to look at Cleo, who is glaring at the man enough that she could cut him at the knees.

“I am not your woman, for fucks sake, War. We have had a few nights together and yes you fucked me stupid, but you do not come into my place of work and claim me,” she yells at him, crossing her arms in front of her body.

“The fuck I can’t. It was me making you scream, my name you were calling out, and it was my cock that you came on,” he calls back to her, anger coating his voice.

Well, the man has a way with words and by the look on Cleo, she is liking the dirty talk.

“Okay, calm the fuck down, yeah. Listen, man, you do not come here and blast what you did to our girl in front of her clients.”

“She is mine—” he cuts me off.

I stand to full height, keeping my posture relaxed, not to escalate, but making it known that I will not back down.

Cleo looks behind me and I know that both Lucas and Victor have joined us. The fuckhead looks between us all, then glares at Cleo.

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