Page 163 of Menace

He frowned. “What you talkin’ about?”

Stepping into the office I gave him the sketch, he studied it intently then slowly looked up.

“You want to put this on me?” He asked.

I nodded.

“Where?”

I tapped my fingers to my neck.

He rushed up out of the chair. “Fuck, yeah. Let’s do this,‘tite chatte(little cat)”

I was putting my mark on the man I loved, a mark that would declare to the world that he was mine.

Lucky had a very high pain threshold which meant we didn’t have to take a lot of breaks and I got more done than I thought I would.

It took longer than the three hours he had given me to get the first part done but he didn’t complain. While I worked everyone had been popping in to see what I was doing. There had been some teasing from Mark and winking from Liz as I worked. Ink came over, took a look, grinned and winked at me before retreating to his station.

Once I was done Lucky stood in front of the mirror tipping his head from side to side with a pleased smile.

“I fuckin’ love it. Goin’ to have my beard trimmed shorter so everyone can see who owns my ass.”

Turning he pulled me into his arms and pressed a kiss to my lips.

“Wait, let me get it covered before you get all touchy feely.” I teased. “I’ll finish it once you’ve healed. It still needs shading and detail before it’s done.”

Laying his forehead on mine he looked into my eyes. “There’s only one thing more I want. I want my initials in that heart on your throat, my queen.”

He didn’t wait for me to say yes or no.

Lifting his head he shouted. “Kill, brother, you busy?”

“No, just cleaning up here, I’ll be with you in a sec.” He called back.

Not even five minutes later I was in the chair and he was inking an ornate L B inside the heart on my throat. That my man designed. Who knew the man did calligraphy? No one it seems.

Lucky watched over his shoulder looking pleased and possessive.

He was very happy to see his initials on me, as happy as I was seeing mine on him.

Ink popped in as Kill finished up.

“Damn, that’s goin’ to ruffle some feathers.” He teased.

“If it keeps the fuckin’ gash off my back until I get my patch on my woman I’ll be fuckin’ ecstatic.” Lucky growled sarcastically.

Ink frowned. “Hmm, I think we need to bring it up in church. The bitches have been gettin’ out of hand. They know claimed brothers are off limits. You’re not the only one complainin’ about their bullshit.”

Now that was interesting news, but of course they shut up tight as clams when I tried to find out who else was complaining.

Cleaning my station we packed Ry up and with our entourage of bikers went home. Lucky had ‘shit to do’ at the club and left shortly after issuing a million orders. All of them saying the same thing. I was to stay inside where it was safe.

Our house now had two safe rooms, one downstairs and one upstairs. After what had happened at the club’s safe house it set my mind at ease.

I knew my brother and Carmella was dead but Carlos and Pablo were still out there and so were the dirty bikers. It was weird but I was more afraid of the bikers than the cartel. My experience with the two dead members of the club had not been good. I felt sure the rest of the club was just like them. Awful.

Shaking my dark thoughts off I did the prep for dinner then lay on the lounge carpet with my boy. Playing with him and catching up on my reading while he slept.

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