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Chapter One

“None of you have anything better to do?” Dog glared at the growing group of onlookers

He ran his free hand through his hair, trying his best to keep still He’d been sitting on the stool in the main yard for over three hours, so he wasn’t in the best mood

One of the old ladies was giving hie of skulls on his left bicep She’d been doing ink for decades, and this was the fourth tilanced at his arm as the crowd dispersed, thankful that the artwork looked about finished It was better than he expected Right now, all he wanted to do was get out of the hot yard and grab a cold beer

“That’s a nice one”

He’d already told everyone to fuck off Dog didn’t appreciate an audience when he was hot, uncoy froer melted away She was his only weakness

“You think so?”

She nodded, walking around the tree stule When she ca his shoulder, bringing his entire body to life He sat straighter on the stool, adjusting his stance “Good job, Patty I think this is your best work yet,” she said

“Thanks, sweetheart When you going to let me do you?”

Sable shrugged “I’m too chicken”

“You don’t need any work done You’re perfect the way you are,” said Dog

There was a stretch of aard silence

“Old Dog playing with kittens?” said Patty She coughed as soon as she started laughing Her voice rough fro The old bitch didn’t knohen to keep herwas the VP of the Hell’s Slaves MC, so she wasn’t too bright pissing him off—old lady or not

“You finished? You sound like you’re going to cough up a fucking lung” Yes, he enty years older than Sable, but he never said he was clai the twenty-six-year-old Any attraction he had was bottled up and on the shelf

Patty kept herout all his cramped muscles Sable was still there, but he walked back to the clubhouse, ignoring her

“How long did the tattoo take?” she asked