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“He coming with the cash he’s shorted us?” Cyrus asks.

“I got it back,” Wiz says out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of me. He’s so quiet I forgot he’s here half the time unless I need something. “I may have hacked their account and transferred what was owed, plus interest. It should be in the club’s account.”

A loud laugh roars out of Hash as Scotch slaps Wiz on the back, making him wince. He may be part of a one percenter motorcycle club, but the man does not leave his computer. I wouldn’t say he’s weak, but definitely fucking lanky.

“I’m assuming they don’t know since they aren’t here busting down our door?” Cyrus asks with a smirk on his face. He lives for shit like this.

“Guess not.” Prez shrugs. “Alright, get out of my fucking sight. Ink needs to go make sure his woman didn’t get some random dudes name on her ass.”

“Not fuckin’ funny,” I grunt as I push out of my chair, wasting no time on getting back to Sutton because I finally have something I want to go home to.

Epilogue

INK

THE NEXT DAY

“Is this going to hurt?” Sutton asks as she watches me set up my station.

“I’m not goin’ to lie to you, bunny. It’ll probably hurt a little. You have enough cushion back there. I’m sure it will only feel like a little sting.” I wink. I’m getting hard just think about tattooing my woman’s ass.

“Liar,” she says with no meaning behind it. “When do I get to know what it is?”

Since she lost the bet, that meant Evan got to pick out her tattoo. She wouldn’t tell her what she was getting, or that she told me I could ink whatever the hell I wanted.

So what is my woman getting?

Two ravens on the curve of her ass where I punished her for the first time. I’m positioning just low enough where if she’s wearing the booty shorts I like, you’ll see a small amount peaking out, making your mind instantly wonder what the rest looks like.

My cock hardens at the thought of being the only one to see the full tattoo. A tattoo that’s also my mark.

“When it’s all done,” I answer. “Pants off and hop up, bunny.”

She places her hands on her hips and cocks her head. “Do you tell all of your clients to strip, Oliver? This is the second time I’ve been in your room without my pants on.”

“Only you, darlin’.” I wink. “I need one thing from you before we start, though.”

“What’s that?”

“I need you to say ass.”

Sutton rolls her eyes as she takes her pants off. “You’re so stupid.”

“Say it.”

“Ass,” she says sarcastically as she hops up. “There. Happy?”

I grin like a Cheshire cat. “Bad girl.”

“Only for you.”

“Damn right,” I grunt, as I smack her ass for good measure. “Don’t move.”

Once I’m satisfied with the placement, I get to work. My girl would be the perfect client. She barely moves and doesn’t talk to me while I’m concentrating. She gets me like that.

Doing one last pass through, I wipe her off. “All done. Want to look at it before I wrap it?”

“Obviously, since someone wouldn’t tell me what it is,” she says, her tone laced with playful sarcasm.