Page 45 of Menace

A deep voice had me turning around and I fought hard not to stare. His photo had not done him justice.

The inked badass standing a few steps away from me was stunningly gorgeous. I was tall but he had several inches on me. His almost waist long straight black hair was brushed back from his forehead and tied in a tail at his neck, leaving his model beautiful face on view. He had gorgeous hazel eyes, and a short dark scruff surrounding full lips covered his jaw. The man was covered in tattoos. From his fingers, up his arms and into his neck. I could see them all because he was wearing a skin tight sleeveless tee. And the muscles. They were fabulous, his shirt was so tight it showcased the abs rippling underneath.

Yowza.

“Hi, you must be Ink.”

I smiled at him and held out a hand. He took it, clasped it and let go.

“That I am darlin’. Great to finally meet you. Did you find everythin’ at the house okay? I understand from Viper you changed some shit, anythin’ else you want done you let me know and I’ll get some prospects on it.”

He glanced at Killian holding Ry in his baby carrier.

“With all the information I was given on you I wasn’t told you had a baby. Did your man come with you?”

I bit my lip, pulled my shoulders up in a slow shrug and shook my head.

“No, and I’m sorry we didn’t let you know. We didn’t want it to get out before I’ve had a chance to inform the father and my friends. The father situation is a bit of a mess actually but I’ll sort it out. I haven’t even told Pixie yet but I’ll tell her soon.”

He grinned, gave my body a once over, winked, then shrugged.

“I don’t have a problem with it, darlin’. As long as we keep you safe and under the radar I’m all good.”

What a relief.

“Thank you for understanding, and I have to tell you, the studio is the shit. It’s so gorgeous, I can’t wait to get started.”

“Good, because we’re fully booked for the next two months.”

I stared at him in shock.

“Really? How did you manage that?”

He grinned. “I hired the best damn receptionist in Savannah away from our opposition and he got busy promotin’ the studio on social media. The way he’s carryin’ on we’re goin’ to have a waitlist as long as my fuckin’ arm.”

“Lovely. I like being busy, less time to think about shit, you know.”

His eyes narrowed a fraction as he watched my face but then he nodded.

“I get it. We’ll keep you busy darlin’ and when you’re not busy we’ll get you a baby sitter and show you the fun stuff in the city. You’re goin’ to love it here. I bet once we’ve got the studio up and runnin’ full steam you’re not goin’ to want to leave.”

I grinned. “We’ll see about that. There are some very special people back home that I love dearly, don’t think I could go long without seeing them.”

“That’s why there are such things as planes, sweetheart.” He joked.

I glanced past him at a frowning Bren. “Did you meet my…”

I didn’t really know if I should let it be known he was my bodyguard. He settled it for me.

“I’m Brendan, Harper and Ryder’s bodyguard, and her friend. I’ll be here with them every day.”

The men did that manly thing where they checked each other out then shook hands. Measuring each other up. Suddenly Ink nodded, let go of Bren’s hand and stepped back.

“Good to know. My Prez has a man on the studio as well, I’ll introduce you when he gets here. He won’t be given all the information but he will protect you. We decided havin’ an experienced brother here will be better than gettin’ a prospect to keep an eye.”

“Great, we can’t be too careful. The fuckers who are after her have connections and they’re damned dangerous.” Bren shared.

Ink frowned. “I wasn’t told why they want her. Can you give me an idea at least?”

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