Page 45 of Biker Daddies

“Damn, you three just look like you got your hearts broken,” he says.

If only he knew.

Alto bites back his annoyance and Colt masks his with his happy-go-lucky smile. I remain passive. That’s nothing new for me.

“Ready for that consult, Match?” Alto says, grabbing his sketchbook.

That’s the thing about this shop. Everything is hand drawn. Nothing is printed or traced.

“What are you thinking?” Alto asks. “Come on back.”

Match grins, not catching on to the heavy emotion in the room. “So I’m thinking this dragon, right…”

I roll my eyes and Colt stifles a laugh at Match’s enthusiasm. Alto hates tattooing dragons.

“If you’re wanting a dragon, I suggest talking to Bane. He can give you a wicked one. I’m more American traditional, Match. If you’re wanting badass, creepy, and a little dark, go with Bane.”

Match lifts his head and stares at me before breaking out into a smile.

Does this guy ever just not fucking smile all the time? No one can be that happy. It isn’t natural.

The doorbell chimes again and Dart comes through the door, the prospect.

“Prospect.” Colt drums his hands on the counter. “What can I help you with?”

“You do piercings, right?” Dart asks, and my brows shoot up as I sit down at my station and grab my sketch pad.

Alto is right. Dragons are more up my alley than his. My style is angrier and less clean.

Match practically bounces as he walks over to me.

How can someone have such pep in their step?

“You should really try to smile more, man,” he says as he takes the seat in front of me. “Sun is shining, birds would be singing if we had trees, and I just had the best cup of coffee.”

I grab my charcoal because that’s how I draw everything, and stare at him, annoyed. “Do I look like the hopscotch type, Match?” I blink at him, unamused.

I’m cranky now. My mind is reeling from that kiss and all I want to do is experience it again, but Harlow isn’t here.

“Well, you could be if you tried,” he mumbles, pulling out a sucker from his pocket. “Ready?”

“I find it hard to believe you like to light things on fire. Such a deadly thing to do when you’re sucking a lollipop.”

“Everyone has their addictions, Bane.”

“I want a Jacob’s ladder,” Dart blurts for the entire shop to hear.

I don’t care. I have a Jacob’s ladder and a Prince Albert. It’s not as bad as people make it out to be.

“Woah, going for the big guns,” Colt says. “Alright. Step into my office. Let’s get to it.”

“Wait, like now? Right now? At this very moment?” Dart rambles, and I tilt my head back and laugh.

“See? You don’t look so deadly when you’re laughing.”

I stop immediately.

“Jeez. Okay, I’ll stop,” Match says. “So I want a dragon, flying, fire coming out of his mouth, a moon—” he begins to explain his idea.

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