I ended up in this town, working at the local tattoo shop, when the biker, Ghost, had seen my work and hired me. He took me under his wing and showed me everything that I needed to know.
After a couple years, I now have my own chair and some clients. One day, I would like to partner up or open a shop of my own.
From that day forward, I became a Wicked Dragon. I finally found a place where I could feel at home. The Wicked Dragons felt more like a family than my own family.
When Krista took off, I felt like a piece of me was fucking missing. I ached for her everyday. I spent endless hours trying to find her. I guess that was the downside to her growing up in the club. She knew how to stay where we wouldn’t find her. She knew how to stay hidden, and she hid in plain sight.
When she finally called and told us where she was, I could feel the whole club relax and feel relieved that she had been living among the Vicious Snakes this whole time. They didn’t know it was her that we were looking for.
She knew who our club friends were. I know that Derek, the president of the Vicious Snakes, had been good friends with our president.
The day that Pyro came to claim her was shocking to say the least, but then again it wouldn’t take much for any man to see how special she is.
He has spent weeks with her, and I wondered if she was going to leave again and move in with him. He couldn’t be expected to stay at this club forever; not unless he switched clubs, but I couldn’t see that happening.
He lived eight hours away, and I couldn’t be without her that long again. I knew in my gut that I would follow her.
I felt like I needed her to fucking breathe. No woman has ever pulled that reaction from me before.
I heard about how she became friends with several Old Ladies in the Vicious Snakes, and I couldn’t say the same for our club. Sure, there were the Old Ladies that have been with a brother for years and were practically moms to her, but there were also club whores who always gave her dirty looks. I knew that she didn’t quite fit in, and it sounds like she has now found a place where she does.
Today, she and Pyro were headed to visit his club and their friends.
Prez looked at Krista with sad eyes, and I knew that he was feeling the same as I was. She had created a life for herself when she was living with them. She had a job and friends. I felt torn.
Prez came into my room at the club as I was putting on my cut.
“Bullet, I need you to pack a bag,” he says. I look at him in confusion, but I move to pull my bag from the closet.
“I wasn’t aware that there were any runs today,” I say.
I sure hope I have enough time to say “bye” to Krista. I have a feeling that she won’t ever live with us again.
“No, we don’t. I want you to go with Pyro and Krista. I know that he will keep her safe, but he’s not a Dragon. I need a brother keeping an eye on her while she’s there,” he says, and my eyebrows go up in surprise.
“Sure thing,” I say as I turn around and hide my grin.
Prez snorts. I turn back to look at him and he’s looking at me with amusement in his eyes.
“You can keep on fucking pretending that you don’t want anything to do with my daughter, but I know that you have fucking wanted her since you started. I know that she had felt the same way about you. We could sit back and pretend you don’t want to push Pyro out of the way and have her for yourself, but then again maybe you don’t want to do that. I would be damn fucking proud if you were her man. My daughter has got a big heart and has a lot of love to give. I was a fucking fool for keeping people away from her; it caused my baby girl to run and hide from me. I see that now. I’m not going to step in your way. She has room for both of you. Sure, he isn’t a Dragon, but he’s a Snake and that’s the next best fucking thing.”
He then walks out the door before I can say anything. I don’t know how long I stand there with my mouth hanging open.
I’m pretty sure that he just gave me his fucking blessing.
What. The. Fuck??
I snap myself out of it and finish packing my bag.
I think about what Prez said on my way to my bike. Ghost tells me that he’s got everything covered at the shop. We had just hired a new artist, so my clients can get their work done by him. I hope that my clients won’t mind having another artist work on them, but if they do then they can wait to see me when I get back.
I think about it on the road with Pyro beside me and Krista riding on the back of his bike.
We make a few stops, but we don’t stay the night anywhere.
When we pull up to the Vicious
