Page 109 of Reaper Released

“You can if you want.”

She contemplates for a while before saying. “Skye! … Skye… Yeah, Skye!”

“You sure?” Nodding, she gives me a god-honest genuine smile. “Well, okay, then! Skye, welcome to the fucked up family that’s all ours. You’re welcome as long as you want to stay!”

Rooting into the bag in the front seat, I launch two of the phone boxes into the back with the girls. Tali squeals. “You got us phones?”

“They’re just basic ones, but they’ll keep you going for a bit. Tali, will you text my phone from them both so I have the numbers and you both have mine? You can sort the rest out later, okay?”

As the girls sit in the back playing with the phones, I pull up outside the shop I need.

“You guys wanna wait in the car, or do you wanna go get a drink in the coffee shop over the road?”

Tali’s brow frowns, but she nods to Skye. “Skye, you wanna drink?” I toss them some cash and tell them to wait for me there and go nowhere else. I will grab them when I’m finished.

The bell on the door rings as I enter the shop. “Reaper?” Savage stands from behind the counter, looking almost surprised. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, good, Savage, thanks. Is Tatts around?”

“He’s with a customer, what do you need?”

“Thought I’d get a little something before tonight, has he got time?”

“Yeah, he should be free in about ten, fifteen minutes if you wanna wait. Fancy a brew or a cheeky piercing?”

“Piercing?” I cock my brow. I have quite a few in my ears, tragus, daith, conch, helix to name a few and my nose, tongue, lip, also my belly button. “Sure, how about… nipples? Both.”

Savage raises a brow and takes a deep swallow. “Sure, I can do that!”

“Okay, let’s do this.” As I follow him out to the piercing room, I remove my jacket and vest top. I take off my bra, and as Savage turns around, he flushes.

“You good, Savage?”

“Erm, yeah, it’s just a lot warmer in these rooms. Let me just turn the heating down a little!” He walks to the thermostat on the wall and jiggles it.

After cleaning the area and grabbing the jewellery, just plain bars for now, I was soon done. “What do ya think, Savage? They look cute?”

“Uh-huh!” He nods with his back to me and what looks like a slight adjustment of his dick before he leaves the room without another word.

A few minutes later, the door flings open. “Reaper, what the fuck you said to Savage? He said he had to go for… ” His eyes dart from my face to my chest and back to my face. “Holy fuck! No wonder he had to go for a wander!”

“What the fuck? Tatts, you guys see tits and shit all day … ” I gesture across my chest. “They’re not the worst tits I’ve ever seen!”

Tatts starts shaking his head. “We’re normally very… professional, Reaper, but let’s just say Savage might have a little crush, so… ”

“Oh!”

“Yeah, oh!” He laughs. “Okay, so what ya thinking?” After going through what I want and being careful not to catch my new jewellery, he finishes by cleaning off my new tattoo. “While I’ve got you here, shall I size up the stencil for tonight?”

“Sure!”

“The guys normally go for the right arm or back, but they’re both out of the question. Can I take a look?” I turn around to face him and he runs his fingers over the back tattoo. “Fuck, Reaper, this is beautiful, up close, I mean… even the artwork in the skulls and roses is so detailed, but this is a work of art.” He lingers for a few more minutes, checking every detail. He points. “Front of the right hip… yep, think it will work well there. What do ya say?”

“Whatever you think, Tatts. I’m in your capable hands.” Nodding, he grabs some tracing paper as I slide my jeans down, and he draws out the size we need.

“I’ll leave you to get dressed. See you tonight, Reaper. Welcome to the club!” He tips an imaginary hat at me and steps out of the room. Grabbing my stuff, I head back out. Savage still isn’t back, probably for the best. I head to the coffee shop and grab the girls and some takeaway coffees and pastries for the others before heading back. As I pull into the parking lot, I lean on the horn. Some fucker needs to come grab these fucking bags.

Roach comes flying out of the clubhouse as Viking and Steel come down from the apartment. That should do it. I point to the back.

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