Page 50 of Wrath's Flame
“He's told you he isn't yours; now let me tell you. He’s not yours; he’s mine; he’s always been mine. He may have stuck his dick in you a few times, but that's it. I'm the one he goes home with every night; I was the one he went home with every night even when he was fucking you, and I'm now the one who wakes up next to him every morning. Now save yourself any further embarrassment, turn the fuck around, and leave.”
Opening her mouth to speak, but she doesn't get the chance. Wreck's appeared out of nowhere and has clamped his hand over her mouth. Thank fuck.
"Nope, that's enough of you. Time to leave. Want me to make sure everyone working the gate knows to not let her back in, Prez?”Wreck asks me while keeping hold of Ella, who's trying to move his hand.
"Yeah, thanks, Wreck,”I say with relief.
He just nods his head, throws her over his shoulder, and turns around, carrying Ella away while she's shrieking,“Put me down”and“Wrath save me."
I just shake my head at her got a few loose screws—that one.
Stepping out from behind Flame, I address everyone who decided to watch the Ella show.
“Go on shows over, back to whatever you were doing. You all got a good laugh, I'm sure. Fucking bunch of nosy assholes.”
They all go back to what they were doing. I grab Flame’s hand, pulling him towards the exit. I want some alone time with my man. I rather enjoyed him staking claim to me.
The rest of the night I spent showing him just how much I enjoyed it too. We don't get much sleep, but it’s so worth it.
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I can't help but shake my head when I think about last night. I knew Ella was always going to cause an issue when she got back, but fucking hell, talk about making a scene.
Shaking off thoughts of that, I look up at the building we've just gotten the keys to—our new location for Devil's Ink. I'm waiting for Wreck, as this is his baby; he's our resident tattoo artist. This is his domain. He built the business from the ground up. Hearing a bike coming down the street, I look and see Wreck’s bike pulling up next to mine.
“Morning Prez.”He says as he pulls his helmet off and dismounts.
“Morning Wreck.You ready to check out your new baby?”I ask excitedly.
"I can't fucking wait; we've needed a bigger shop for ages now. In a way, we were lucky I was away for so long, or there wouldn't have been enough space for us all after hiring the new artists.”
“I agree, man. I think you'll be happy with the space you've got to play with here. It's massive compared to the old place.”I say as I walk towards the door and unlock it.
Walking in, I stay back by the reception area and watch Wreck for his reaction. His face lights up. I had a feeling he'd like this place.
"Fuck, Prez, it’s amazing; it's massive and has so much natural light.”He exclaims, checking the place out.
“Yep, and its two floors both have the same layout. You have your main reception area here, and then down the corridor are all decent-sized private rooms, so instead of having you all inan open space, you will all have a private room. I think that will appeal to customers, I know a lot don't like being on display when they're having work done.”I start to explain to him what we were thinking when we bought the building.
"Yeah, that’ll work out for us. How many rooms are there for us to fill?”He asks practically, jumping up and down with excitement.
"Well, if you take out a room down here for an office and the massive room in the back for a store room, there are four empty rooms down here and six upstairs. My idea was that in the other large room upstairs, you could make the piercing room.”
“Sounds like a good plan. I like the thought of having a separate space for piercings. We’re going to need more artists, with nine rooms to fill. We only have five of us, including me, at the moment.”He says thoughtfully.
“I'm aware of that, and there's no rush to fill all the rooms. There's someone I think you should meet at The Clubhouse who has just qualified as a tattoo artist.”
“Really? Who?”He asks with excitement in his eyes, he loves getting artists who are new to the business and can help mold.
“My son's Aunt Jasmine; she's staying at The Clubhouse for protection right now, but she does have some stuff with her to show you what she can do.”
“I'll have to search her out; if she's any good, I'll offer her a trial and see how she fits in. Just because of who she is doesn't mean I'll just give her a shot; she needs some talent. I'll deal with that later, though. I want to have a look around and make a list of what extra stuff we're going to need because there isn't going to be enough to move over from the old shop to fill this place.”He explains to me with an excited gleam in his eyes.
“That's fine; Devil's Ink is yours; I play no part in the hiring; that's all on you. Just let me know if you decide to hire her ornot. Here are the keys. Make your list and get it to Rock and Ink so they can get it ordered.”I start passing him the keys.“I'm going to leave you to it. Enjoy.”I say before turning around and leaving.
I'm sure he's going to spend the rest of the day in there, planning out every little detail. He doesn't do anything by halves, that's for sure. I'm just relieved he approves of the new space; fuck knows what we would have done if he didn't think it would work.
After getting back to The Clubhouse, I grab a quick lunch and go to check in with Tech. He's been working his ass off for weeks trying to find where Claire's run off too. I'm hoping he has some good news for me. I want her found and dealt with. She's like a black cloud hanging over my head at this point.
