Page 35 of Giving It to the Biker

Chapter Eight

One month later

 

“I hate needles,” Penny said, giving him a pout. The main part of the clubhouse had been sanitized, and Marcus was all ready to give the club the latest batch of ink.

“You’ll do great.”

Rage helped Penny lie on the chair, and lifted up her shirt so that Marcus knew where to put the ink.

Marcus was part of the club, but his kind of ink was award-winning ink, so he had to go where the ink took him. Most of the time he was out of town on business, but when the club wanted him for an ink job, he was always there for them.

“I have to say, I can’t believe little Penny Gilmore finally caved to you,” Marcus said, coming to sit beside the chair.

“Don’t start,” Penny said. “I don’t like needles.”

“I’m damn good at what I do, and you’ll love every second of it.” Marcus gave her a wink.

“Get your own woman.” Rage held onto Penny’s hands, rubbing his thumb across her fingers.

“Okay, let’s get this show on the road.”

“I love you,” she said.

Rage knelt close, took hold of her face, and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. “I love you, too.”

The first time she’d said the words to him over a week ago, he’d been on cloud nine. Now, he was just so damn happy. He saw Pea and Melissa were hanging out at the bar. Since he’d been with Penny, Pea hadn’t shown any sign of jealousy or wanting to tear them apart, which Rage was thankful for. He didn’t want to cause a rift in the club over Pea’s desire. Pea was surprising Rage by actually keeping his dick in his pants.

The moment the needle hit Penny’s skin, she winced, and rested her head on the chair. He left her side to grab a soft pillow to place underneath her head.

“Thank you,” she said.

“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry.” He kissed her temple, and grabbed his cell phone. Rage pulled up a game and handed it to her.

She took the game and started playing. Marcus paused to watch, and smirked at Rage. He wasn’t going to say anything to the bastard. Penny was his woman, and he loved taking care of her.

“I’m just going to talk with Saint.”

“Okay.”

He left his phone with Penny, and made his way to Saint and to Elena.

“What’s up?”

“Those bitches were back at the shop again today,” Saint said.

Elena stared at the floor. “They kept asking questions about the club, and what the club was doing. Of course I never said anything, and Sarah was able to take a picture.” Elena took the phone out of her pocket, and handed it to Rage.

“I don’t recognize them.” He handed back the cell phone.

“Send me the pictures. I’ll forward them to Pipe, and he can tell me if he knows them.”

“It doesn’t have to be that complicated. I can do it. Give me his number and forward the pictures to him.”

“I’m not giving you to Pipe. Your safety means more to me than finding out the identity of those women.”

“I’m a big girl.”

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