I couldn’t remember ever sleeping this fucking good.
I DIDN’T SEE OR HEARfrom Becca for two days after she left the clubhouse. She kissed me and Diesel again late in the morning, after we all got off, before she left for work. I wasn’t worried. She would come around when she was ready.
If she needed time to process what she wanted or what it meant to her, I could give her that.
To keep busy, I took on extra clients at the tattoo parlor that I owned. The business put food on the table, but it was also my passion. I had built this place from scratch, blood, and sweat. Now, I was the only place people wanted ink in Ohio. The other artists I hired were just as talented, and we had a full schedule.
The bell above the shop door dinged, and I looked up from where my bay faced the front entrance. I liked to be able to see what was happening and step in if there was trouble, which didn’t happen often.
I recognized the customer who entered and stood with a smile. “Hey, Diablo.”
The Graven Bastard member was a close friend of our club. Hell, his whole chapter was brothers I trusted and felt kinship with. I knew Hades, Grave, and Diesel felt the same.
“Didn’t see you the other night,” he began, striding toward me. “No Diesel or Void either.”
“We were busy,” I laughed. “How ya been?”
He slapped my back in greeting. “Good. Gina wanted me to say hello before I left for Nevada.”
“Glad you did.” I ticked my chin toward the exit. “Want to grab a beer?”
“Sure.”
On our way out, I nearly bumped into Becca. Surprised, I didn’t say a word as she walked up to us.
“Hey, Diablo.”
“How are you, Becca?” He gave her a one-armed hug. “Still runnin’ wild?”
“Eh, there’s a guy or two trying to pin me down.”
He chuckled. “Like this guy?” He gripped my shoulder. “Rain check on that beer?”
“Yeah.”
“No problem. Later, brother.”
As he walked away, I focused on Becca. “Hey, B. B.”
She had to look up to stare into my eyes. Becca wasn’t short, but she was still half a foot less than my six-foot-four height. “Thought I could get some new ink today.”
“Yeah?”
“You got time?”
“For you? Always.”
Chapter 5 Becca
Since the night I slept with Diesel and Revenant, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about either of them. Or Void. My stepbrother stroked his dick to me getting railed in nearly every way possible by two of his club brothers and closest friends. That sure wasn’t the way someone acted when they thought of you as a sibling.
I heard my name as it tumbled from his lips like a prayer. The need and hunger in his eyes told me he wanted me on the same level as Diesel and Rev. I could have all three of them at once if I wanted. And I did.
But Void and I had to work through our issues before I would let him touch me. He couldn’t keep controlling my life, watching me, and invading what little privacy I had. Didn’t he realize that being a biker princess meant I was treated differently? No one touched me before the other night. No guys in high school would dare to ask me out. The threat of violence had been real from my father, Hades, and the club.
In college, I had to find and date guys who didn’t know anything about Hocking Hills or biker clubs. And when I found someone I liked, they usually didn’t stick around for long. I had my suspicions that Void was the cause of it.
Maybe Diesel and Revenant stalked me as much as Void.
