“She’s the first woman I’ve seen to draw your attention since Chloe. Fuck, even she didn’t draw that kind of reaction from you.”
I shake my head, not knowing how to respond to him. Chloe and I were together for three years. She begged me weekly for my property patch, but I always put it off, telling her it wasn’t the right time. I didn’t know why I was so reluctant to claimher. There was always just something niggling at the back of my mind. She kept telling me I needed to claim her, or she would walk. But she never did. No matter how many times I said no, she still hung around hoping I’d just give in. Until one day, she held true to her word. Her walking isn’t what hurt me. It was the fact that she had been cheating on me for over a year, and not only that, but she’d been cheating on me with some arsehole from another club. She told me that I deserved it. Fucking bitch. I may have deserved her walking out on me, but to cheat and lie? No fucker deserves that. She tried to justify cheating on me, claiming she only did it because she knew I was fucking around behind her back. Not once in the three years that we were together did I cheat on her.
I swore after she left me, I’d never get into another relationship again. I swore I’d never let a woman get close. I’ve fucked around, used the club whores, but I’ve never felt like I wanted anything more. No woman has had my attention longer than a quick fuck. No woman since Chloe has garnered anything close to the reaction that this Marissa chick just did.
“Let’s take a ride.” I look up, Knuckles is stood in front of me.
I point toward his side. “We need to finish your tat brother.”
He shakes his head then swings his leg over his bike, grabbing his helmet, he stops and looks at me. “Griff’s got a little way to go with her yet. Let’s take a ride, come back in a couple of hours when she’s gone.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond, just places the helmet on his head and then starts his engine, revving the bike a couple of times before pulling out into the road. I quickly secure my helmet then follow him out into traffic.
Three hours on the road, we didn’t go anywhere special, I followed as he rode the streets, the fresh air was exactly what I needed to clear my head. We pull up outside the tattoo shop and shut off our engines, I angle my head to get a better look in the shop wondering if she’s still in there. I don’t know why though.I can’t see through to the back and I have no idea how she got here so I can’t look for a car. I need to fucking man up, sure this chick is hot, but I don’t know her enough to have her get under my skin the way she did. Giving myself a mental shake I secure my helmet to the bars of my Harley and follow Knuckles into the shop. The bitch behind the counter is back and leans forward resting her tits on the counter the second we walk through the door. Her face drops when she realises neither of us are going to pay her any attention.
Knuckles strips out of his shirt and jumps onto the chair we were at earlier then gives me a reassuring smile. I glance over to see Griff working on some guy. The blonde is gone, but so is Brick. I give Griff a chin lift before prepping Prez’s skin and reaching for my tattoo gun. My mood sours wondering where the fuck Brick is. I’m banging about and huffing and puffing like a fucking child, when Knuckles shoves his phone in front of my face just as the tip of my gun touches his skin. I glance at him and then the screen. A small sliver of relief hitting me when I see the text.
Brick - Back at the clubhouse, didn’t know how long you’d be and didn’t wanna be in Griff’s way.
I give him a small nod, feeling much lighter than I did a second ago, I drop my head getting to work on his new piece of ink.
It took me two hours to finish the Prez’s tattoo. By the time we were done my hand was starting to cramp and I needed a goddamn beer. Before we left the shop, Griff had made a point of telling me Marissa was coming to the clubhouse tonight for the BBQ. He’d convinced her to come and show her face, saying that the women and some of the brothers wanted to see her.
I tip the cold bottle of beer draining it of the last few dregs, then slam the empty bottle down and bang my hand on the counter for the prospect. He turns and runs over, grabbing two fresh bottles. One for me and another for Griff who takes the stool next to me.
“You good brother?” he asks grabbing his beer from the prospect and downing half of it.
Nodding, I turn to him. “Thirsty?”
“Fuck aye. I’ve been in the studio since seven this morning, only left forty minutes ago. I’m ready to chill. You gonna act like a baby when Flex gets here?” He turns to face me chuckling at his own joke. Prick.
“Fuck off. So, how does she know some of the brothers, you bring her here when you were together?” I ask trying to keep it casual.
He almost chokes on his beer as he laughs at me and my skin prickles with annoyance when I realise, he’s getting the attention of half the brothers. I watch as Knuckles and Nitro walk toward us.It’s an odd feeling watching your old Prez and your new Prez chatting like they haven’t just agreed to uproot your entire life from one city to another. I sound like I’m pissed. But I’m not. They asked, it didn’t take me long to think about it, I agreed, and the truth is, I’m excited to go. I can’t wait to be in the same clubhouse once again with my best friend. I just wish I wasn’t leaving so many of my other brothers behind.
“What the hell did you do to him, Wrath?” Knuckles laughs as he reaches us, slapping Griff on the back, trying to help him pull himself together. I jump off my stool and wrap my arms around Nitro, pulling him into a bear hug. He grips me just as tight as I grip him. We only saw each other six weeks ago. But before that, it had been two years.
“I did fuck all. Just asked him a damn question.”
“He’s being a fucking pussy. Wants to know how the brothers here know Flex,” he throws out, making both Presidents laugh in my direction. I shake my head and grab my beer, jumping back onto my stool.
“Fuckers,” I snap out, turning away from them.
I can feel them all watching me. And it’s pissing me off. I’m about to tell them to fuck off when Griff speaks.
“Most of us went to school with her. Flex and I dated in high school for a little while before she realised I was a prick and dumped my arse.” He half laughs, then sighs. “She was taken to Manchester by her mother when she was young. When she turned thirteen, she came back to Newcastle for about three years. Once she finished school she went back to Manchester. Her Mam’s Dad died, and Flex said she wanted to be there for her Mam and grandmother. We all kind of stayed friends. We saw her whenever she came back up here. Hell, we even visited her a few times when we were down there with the club. I was the only one that ever went out with her, and it was back when we were fourteen.” He gives me a shit eating grin and then nods toward the door and climbs off his stool. I turn to watch him walk away, and I almost fall off my fucking seat.
There stood at the door—hair curled and pinned up, black leather jacket, white fitted tank that shows off her fucking incredible tits, light blue fucking figure hugging ripped jeans that show off way more thigh than should be allowed, and a pair of black heeled ankle boots—is the one woman who is going to make me cum in my fucking pants like a teenager.
I watch as brothers from the Newcastle chapter make their way over, taking it in turns to pull her into a hug. I see her smile at Juggler as he holds her at arm’s length saying fuck knows what. And I decide right there that I want a piece of that. I want her to smile at me like that. I want her arms wrapped around me. Fuck I want her thighs wrapped around me.
Just one night is all I need.
One night to fuck her out of my system.
Chapter
Six
It feels good being here. Even after I’d caved and said to Griff I would come, there was a part of me that thought about bailing. But he’s right. I know these guys. If I hadn’t of turned up here, they would have just brought the party to Dads. Once they found out I was in Newcastle they all messaged me telling me to get my arse here.
