“Make it the size of his bicep,” Link told the tattoo artist, Kacey.
Kacey smiled at him. “You got it, boss.”
“That’s ridiculous. Nobody else has a tat that big,” Tap complained.
“Nobody else waited a year to get one. This is the price we agreed on. Quit being such a pussy.”
Tap wasn’t a fan of needles, or blood, or even tattoos, but he sat his ass in the chair for a full six hours while Kacey turned his entire right bicep into a billboard for the club.
Link only stuck around until the design was outlined. Then he turned to me, and said, “If he gets up from that chair, shoot his ass.”
I wasn’t packing, and there was no way in hell I’d shoot Tap, but Link wasn’t someone you said no to, so I nodded.
“Traitor,” Tap growled at me after Link left.
“He’s scary,” I replied. “Besides, tattoos are kinda hot.”
“Preach, sister,” Kacey said.
“Alright, but I’m doing this becauseyoufind tattoos sexy, not for the club.”
I didn’t know how I’d handle Tap with a tattoo. If the man was any hotter, my panties would probably melt off every time he was in the room. I mean, really, could he get any more perfect? He’d already rescued me from a gang, nursed me back to health, worked with his club to free a bunch of kidnapped girls and take down the bad guys, moved me into his house, and destroyed my personal nemesis. And he was getting a tattoo? I might as well never wear panties again.
Moving in together had probably been jumping the gun, but the four of us had taken a family vote and decided I should stay. I really loved being with Tap, and although our relationship was new, it was comfortable and healthy. Also, since I wasn’t working, I could no longer afford the astronomical Seattle rent to keep my tiny apartment. Even if I could, I’d never feel safe there again. Not after seeing how easily it had been broken into.
Of course, Breaker’s days of destroying people and apartment doors had come to an end. Thanks to Tap, Seattle’s finest had followed up on an anonymous tip to find Breaker passed out on my bed with a large collection of child porn playing on his phone. A water bottle full of liquid X was beside him, and twenty grams of coke were found in the saddlebags of his bike.
When Tap took someone down, he didn’t fuck around.
Breaker would finally be getting that roomunderthe jail he deserved.
The rest of the Serpents weren’t faring much better. Turns out news reporters weren’t afraid of anything, so when they arrived on scene at the compound and found the gate and doors wide open, they took it as an invitation to waltz right in. With their cameras rolling, they caught every dirty Serpent sin, from the handcuffed bikers in compromising positions, to the cages of girls in the basement, to the drug lab where Breaker and his men had been mixing their sex drugs to use on unsuspecting young women.
The Serpents were ruined, and the Seattle police department was getting scrubbed clean.
Julia was right about the acting mayor’s political aspirations. Mayor Tomlinson rode the department like it was his own personal bitch. Last I’d heard, he’d fired the chief of police, Sergeant Wilkens, three detectives, and eight cops. He’d also handled that pesky little matter of the warrant for my arrest.
And his chances of election were looking mighty promising.
My phone dinged with an incoming text, taking my attention off the delicious man getting tattooed in front of me.
Naomi: Motorcycle Mamas?
I couldn’t help but laugh. For two weeks now, we’d kept this group text thread going, trying to figure out a name for our organization. Everything else seemed to be falling into place—we’d found a possible location, we’d enlisted the help of Wasp’s fiancé, Carly, and we had a couple of big sponsors on the hook—but the perfect name kept eluding us. And we weren’t about to settle.
Emily: You’re not even trying now.
Naomi: I hate all the names. Maybe we should just be nameless? Or we could be like Prince and use a symbol. Maybe the symbol of the woman in the dress? Like on the bathrooms.
Julia: How would people search for us online?
Naomi: Shit. I didn’t think of that.
Jayson: Four Beautiful Bitches and their Sexy Boy Toy?
Carly: You guys are cracking me up! I just got out of a parent-teacher conference, and I really needed this laugh. Keep them coming.
I loved my new little tribe. It was refreshing to be a part of something so dedicated to empowering women and improving the city. We had all kinds of plans for this organization, and I couldn’t wait to see them come to fruition.
