Tink
The week goes by so fast; work has been great. Stryker and Tiny have spent most of this week, at the clubhouse with the Oregon Chapter in town talking to Razor. All very hush hush macho man bullshit, even Socket, and Cuff were called away a few times, so Lilly Chelsea and I were left alone a lot. Over the past week, Chelsea has been teaching Lilly and I a lot about piercing. I never knew you had to know so much about the human body to be a piercer, Lilly was loving learning about it, but for me, it just wasn’t my thing. Don't get me wrong it's interesting just not my thing, my passion taking a plain white piece of paper and turning it into a work of art, and tattooing is just another extension to that. I love seeing a piece of me on a living breathing canvas.
**
By Friday I'm excited about my date with Markus when the front doorbell goes letting Lilly Chelsea, and I know someone's just walked in. We all look at each other and Lilly gets up leaving the pile of wedding magazines that we've been going through all week. I never knew, there were so many variations to the color cream. Whether you want lace beading jewel pearls than what color your flowers are going to be or if you’re having a theme to the color of frigging confetti. It was all way over my head, when I get married or if I get married it's going to be a simple ceremony and a huge party after. I've never wanted the fairy-tale wedding simple and easy that's what I want and of course Prince Charming. I hear people talking getting louder as they get closer to the break room and Cuff Jaxson Jordan and another two guys I don't know walk in. Jaxson's eye sears my soul with one look, but I look away fast. Over the past week all I see is him and Summer, the thought of those two make me sick, and I just can’t look at him without seeing him fucking her “Tink this here is knuckle he likes the rose you did for Jaxson” Cuff says, and I look at the guy his dark brown eyes assessing me, I smile feeling nervous
“You like the rose,” I ask, and he smiles, I see perfect straight white teeth. He's tall like the others, but not to muscely. But what I can't stop looking at, is the huge scar along his throat. It looks like; someone has tried to cut his throat with a blunt knife
“Looks ugly no,” he says, and I look up to his eyes, and he's smiling at me, I feel stupid for staring, but it’s hard not to look
“It looks painful,” I tell him.
“It felt, fuckin’ painful,” he says
“So, what would you like,” I ask him, and he frowns
“I want this” all the guys behind him laugh, and I take the piece of paper from him, when I look at the paper I'm surprised
“You want this! Where?” he groans.
“Here” he points to his neck.
“Are you sure?” I ask the guys laugh louder
“Yes, her fuckin’ wants it, don't you Brother,” Cuff says laughing
“Yes,” he says through gritted teeth
“What's the joke,” Chelsea asks
“Dumbass here bet me, that Asphalt could out drink Tiny, and he lost” I look at Cuff not even surprised
“Let me get this straight; you were betting to see if Asphalt whoever that is could out drink Tiny.”
“Yep” Cuff says
“And you lost” I point to Knuckle, and he nods, I smile and shake my head
“Fine come through to my room” they all follow, and Knuckle gets comfortable on my table
“What color are we doing it.”
“Pink” Cuff says, and I turn to look at him
“Pink” Knuckle grumbles.
“Yep pink, hot pink” I shake my head (men)
“You sure,” I say, so only knuckle can hear me when I hear someone growl, I turn to see Jordan push Jaxson out the door. It makes me frown, but I turn back to knuckle
“Ready,” I say, and he nods
“Yeah let’s get this shit over and done with” I draw up the tattoo on his neck and get to work, it's not a big tattoo, but it's cute and for a big huge biker with two mickey mouse hands in the shape of a love heart in bright pink on your neck. I'm not sure that it's got the biker persona of I'm a scary motherfucker. I sit back and make sure it's all shaded right Knuckle grumbling the whole time
“You know Cuff is like, the luckiest guy ever right” I say, and Knuckle looks at me
“I thought I had it in the bag” I laugh shaking my head at him.
“Man, you were fucked from the second you said I bet when it comes to Cuff,” Socket says, and he smiles
“Well I know for next time, so how's it look,” he asks me
“Cute” is all I say, and he growls this time. I hand him the mirror, and when he looks at it his eyes go wide, he moves his head one way than the other
“Damn I thought I'd hate it but fuck, do ya think I'll pick up more pussy with this” I laugh rolling my eyes at him.
“Is that all you guys think about?” I ask him, and he looks at me
“Pussy and money darlin’,” he says
“Get out,” I say as he jumps up.
“Thanks, girl.”
“No problem, just remember no more bets with Cuff, who knows what he'd have tattooed on you next time, probably a huge portrait of himself on your chest.”
“Fucker would do it too,” he says making me smile
“Yeah, he would” Knuckle winks at me and walks out as I clean my station, I feel eyes on me, and I turn around and see Jaxson standing there
“Yes” is all I say not looking at him.”
“I need a touch up on my tattoo it's bleed a bit” I look up at him, not his face but the tattoo I did last week, I see a bit of it from the scabbing has been ripped off, and I wonder how he did it. Was it through vigorous exercise fucking Summer.
“Take a seat, let me look,” I tell him, and he sits down on my chair I lean into him looking at the damage, it’s not that bad, but his scent hits me straight away my nipples harden. I can feel goose bumps cover my body and I clench my pussy muscles feeling myself get wet. He's always had this effect on me “It looks ok, once it's healed come back in but until then try not to touch it” he doesn't say anything, but I watch his jaw clench, I stand up taking the gloves off. I finally look into his eyes, and he has a look of someone who wants to say something but doesn't “Are you ok” I ask to him
“You dating the douche,” he says, with so much sarcasm it pisses me off immediately
“That's none of your business” he nods, but his body language says he's going to explode.
“He hurts you he’s dead,” he says standing up, and walking out, I'm a bit taken back and I feel tears prick my eyes. I want him to come back; I want to grab him and kiss him be with him. But Summer and the other club-whores come to mind, and I know that's not what he wants he's just being another big brother that I didn't ask for. The guys leave a few minutes later, and I head back into the break room and smile at Lilly who is talking to Chelsea with so much excitement in her eyes about her up and coming wedding.
****
Jaxson
As I get back to the clubhouse, I'm wound up so fuckin’ tight “Dude you need to calm down” Jordan tells me.
“Fuck off Jordan; I'm not in the mood,” I tell him.
“I can see that,” he says smiling at me if it's one thing Jordan knows how to do it's fuck me off
“Don't,” I tell him
“Don't what?” he says smiling still.
“I mean it Jordan FUCK OFF” he laughs which fucks me off even more, and I run at him and tackle him to the ground, we hit the pavement hard, and I slam my fist into his face. He punches me in the ribs; I’m dragged off of my brother who's still trying to hit me
“WHAT THE FUCK?” Razor yells coming outside with Preacher the President of the Oregon Chapter “You two, I fuckin’ swear, what the fuck is it now” he asks us
“Nothing,” we both say, and Jordan and I look at each other
“Fuckin’ bullshit.”
“It's nothing Prez,” I say
“Where the fuck, have you been?” he asks us
“Tattoo shop,” Jordan says to him
“Fuck this about the bitch again” he directs the question to me, but I don't say anything
“Fifty bucks, Jordan can take Jaxson,” Cuff says, and we all turn to look at him
“You think my brother can take me,” I say and Cuff smiles raising his eyebrows at me
“Only one way to find out,” he says smiling, and I look at Jordan who nods.
“Well, then boys maybe a fight night is exactly what the club needs, everyone's been at each other’s throats lately. Preacher you and your boys want in” he looks towards Knuckle and laughs at his new tattoo
“You in,” he asks Knuckle and Knuckle smiles and looks at Cuff
“I'm in,” Knuckle says
*
Two hours later, the clubhouse has been turned into a boxing ring. All the guys have shown up with Razor giving instructions no women at all; Old Ladies are to stay at home even the club-whores are banished to their rooms. The first fight of the night was drawn out of a hat Blaze against Knuckle the two Enforcers against each other.
Once, the bell rang the two guys danced around each other Knuckle throwing jabs here and there Blaze blocking them. Knuckle moves in closer and swings fast catching Blaze of guard the hit landing to the left temple he stumbles back, but rights himself before Knuckle can land another hit. Punches are thrown left right and center the Knuckle's nose is defiantly broken, and Blaze has a cut above his eye that's bleeding like a motherfucker. They go toe to toe until Blaze lands a punch to Knuckle's stomach forcing him to lean over and Blaze takes advantage finishing the fight with another punch to the head, knocking Knuckle out. The guys explode in yells and laughs, I watch money exchanged beers being poured. This is why I want in the club this brotherhood because I know when Knuckle comes to, he won't be looking for retribution. This is a night where men can beat the shit out of each other, and it's all in good fun.
The next couple of fights go by fast, and before I know it it's Jordan and I up, we use to fight a lot as kids. There’s nothing like slamming your fist into another person’s face and feeling their bones break. Jordan and I may look like the all-American blonde hair blue eyes but behind our nice white smiles lives two Pitbull’s waiting to fuck you up. Between the two of us though, Jordan may seem like the uptight one, with the if you look at me wrong I'll kill you, demeanor. But he over thinks everything, he's methodical in everything he does, cautious to a fault but to me he's predictable. Where I'm a loose cannon, you never know what I'm gonna do and to be honest neither do I most of the time. I step into the makeshift ring and warm up; I know my brother his moves. What he's going to do how he thinks, I smile because he knows I'm fuckin’ crazy.
We move around each other Jordan has a tendency to moves his foot before he swings, so I keep an eye on his body movements. I watch as his foot moves, and I know he's going to hit me on my left side. I don't block the hit letting it land hard; I wanna feel the pain. I wanna feel numb tomorrow, the thought of that fuckin’ prick touching Tink has my body ready to explode but I need the pain I want it. We move around the ring Jordan smiling at me, but I feel like a rubber band about to reach its limit. We go blow for blow, where evenly matched in everything apart from our mindset. Jordan calculates where I just go with the flow, He lands a punch to my face, and I fall back hard he follows through with another to my stomach, and I hunch over. Just before he can land the hit to my face, I step back he misses, and it gives me the upper hand as he leans into the punch lowering his body. I bring my fist up fast landing square on the jaw, and he stumbles; I go in for the kill, blow after blow watching my brother fall. I stop the roar of the crowd blasting into my skull, and I help Jordan off of the floor and hug him tight. He slaps me on the back, and when he smiles one of his teeth are missing, and I laugh, he looks like a jack-o-lantern at Halloween. The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, all thoughts of Tink disappear from my mind, and I'm drunk off my ass with a bitch on her knees sucking my dick, what more could a guy ask for.