Well, that would explain why she didn't know a Bellamy.
“Hi,” I whisper, and he leans down and gently presses his lips against mine.
I hear a gasp from behind, but we pay no mind as he murmurs, “Little bird, I missed you yesterday,” I hum in agreement because I missed him too, so fricking much that I spent an hour on the phone with my mom of all people.
“You were busy,” I remind him because by the looks of things, he was if my insinuation is correct, and he huffs.
“I spent hours bent over a client, tatting his back, something he should have prebooked for instead of being a walk-in,” he grunts, “If I didn’t need to get my name out there to get moreclients, I would have told him to fuck off. I don’t like not seeing you.”
“You got the chair?” I confirm with a massive grin, and he returns the grin.
“I got the chair,” he replies, and I do a little squeal before pressing my lips against his, and he chuckles.
“What the hell does she have that I don’t?!” the woman behind the desk snaps, and I roll my eyes but ignore her and ask my well, I guess, my boyfriend, “You going to allow me to see a part of your world?”
He grins, despite the tension on his face caused by the woman, and I gently run my finger over his brows, causing him to melt a little and relax, and he replies, “Only if you invite me to your show this afternoon.”
Okay, so my mom was right…
“It’s why I called,” I admit, “I was going to see if you could go.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Besides, your dad already got me a ticket. You know, being one of the largest donors and all that,” he says and I poke his side, making him chuckle. “Come on, come watch me tat. Then maybe once I’m done, you can do a butterfly on my neck.”
Wait what?
I open my mouth to instantly decline because hello, cannot tattoo, not trained, but before I can protest, he pulls me towards the back, completely ignoring the scowl on the receptionist. He yanks me into a large room where a man who has to be over six foot and wearing an MC cut which says New York on his rockers along with ‘Nomad’ like Bellamy’s.
The bald man covered in tattoos gives me a golden grin—yes, his teeth are gold—and I smile back as I sit on a stool that Bellamy drags over.
For the next two hours, I watch in awe as Bellamy shows me his world and his passion. He jokes around with the man, whomI learn is Seed—named because the women loved his, which is just gross. I then spent another hour tattooing the outline of a butterfly on his neck, beside Angie’s name. Of course he got his way after he explained why he wanted it and why. I was the only one who could do it and even though I had no idea what I was doing, I did it while I straddled his lap and tried my hardest not to drool over his body.
***
I breathe heavily as I look out to the crowd, holding one arm out, keeping my pose, and my eyes find the ones I know I am going to fall in love with four hours later.
Bellamy stands with my parents, a grin on his face, as he claps and whistles along with the crowd, which gets wilder as my little four-year-olds and my teens all walk out and stand around me.
God, they did amazing. No, more than amazing. I couldn’t be any prouder of them.
They all bow and the crowd cheers louder and while my mom has tears in her eyes, Dad is grinning. Bellamy’s sole focus is on me, a look of pride covering his face, and everything deep inside me settles because I know that man is my forever, I know that man will be my husband, the father of my kids.
Chapter 11
Cage – A Month Later
I lean against my bike and sigh as I try to form a plan as I wait for my girl to finish up a class and I chew my bottom lip.
I want her on the back of my bike and even though I don’t know where my place within the club will be, I have the urge to claim her.
She’s mine, the past five weeks have cemented that, fuck the first five days had. After I watched her dance and I saw her passion and pride during the show, the love she held for her students? I was a goner.
I take a deep breath. I want to show Drew what she really means to me and most importantly, I want her because having her trust means everything to me.
I'm determined to come up with a plan that can't fail—this matters too much.
I want her on the back of my bike, but if I know my girl, she’ll refuse.
She’s scared of falling off, and I get it, I do, but I need her to put her trust in me as I have with her.
