joined her body and down to just before her elbow, the lines were delicate, not densely black, but whenever I looked at it, I knew she bore my finest work.
Only fitting.
Saint’s mark, she wore on her thigh. It was a pair of angel wings wrapped around his name with a halo topping it. Not the most original idea, maybe, but the way she’d designed the wings? Holy shit, it looked like it could take off from her thigh and start flying around the room.
Everyone knew she was ours, more importantly, the sweetbutts knew we were hers.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing, Natalie?” she snarled at the clubwhore who was squealing about her extensions.
At my side, Dagger and Saint sidled up to me. Saint looked as wrecked as Keys, and I knew I’d be the one driving us back in a club cage tonight because, call me an old goddamn man, but I wanted to sleep in my bed not a random one in the clubhouse.
Dagger was alert, but that didn’t surprise me. He hadn’t been in the Forces like me, but he had the instincts of a killer. That meant never letting your guard down. I knew, like me, he’d probably be able to count the number of times he’d ever gotten drunk.
“I recognize that move,” he said, his head tipping to the side as he watched his daughter slam the sweetbutt into the ground and a cascade of bottles shattered all around them as she knocked over the coffee table.
Lucie, having stepped closer to see the show, laughed, and she hooked her arm through Dagger’s. “You didn’t think I’d fail to show my daughter how to fight, did you? Jesus, Dag, what kind of a mom did you take me for?”
He winced. “Jesus.”
I chuckled. “Of course! I remember. What was that bitch called again?”
“Fucking Jenna. I remember that skank. All over Axe like the whore she was.”
“Only you’d remember her name,” Dagger said dryly.
Saint, leaning into me heavily now, mumbled, “Catfight.”
I shot him a wry look. “Yeah, bro. Catfight.”
“How much has he had to drink?” Lucie asked, amusement lacing her words as she stared down at her son-in-law.
“Too much by the looks of it,” Dagger retorted, sounding less amused.
I cut him a look. “She’s safe.”
“So safe she just started a fight,” Dagger shouted over the noise of the cheers as the brothers finally figured out what was going on.
To the chants of ‘catfight,’ ‘bitchfight,’ and a shit ton of ‘meows,’ I watched my woman whoop clubwhore ass.
“Her form’s awesome,” I said, more to Saint than her daddy who, quite naturally, punched me in the arm. I shrugged. “It is. Look at how she punches.”
Saint mumbled, “I taught her that!”
Lucie grunted. “Didn’t. That was me.”
It was a testament to how much he’d drunk that Saint’s face crumpled up and he leaned forward so he could see her better. “Nope. She fought like a girl.” He sniffed. “I made her fight like a boy.”
Dagger grunted. “Something to be thankful for, I guess.”
“Just not when she’s smacking the shit out of one of the women,” Flame replied, slipping between us and heading into the fight.
“No fair,” Lucie called out. “Natalie was feeling Keys up.”
Flame cut her a look that had her lips curving and her eyes flashing wickedly—didn’t need to know what kind of fucked up message that was to know that Lucie was about ready to pounce on Flame. Not like Ama had Natalia either.
“Ama! What the hell are you doing?” he ground out, detangling his daughter’s fingers from the bitch’s hair.
“She was groping my man, daddy,” Ama hissed, her hand managing to reach around him so she could grab more hair.
Why the hell sweetbutts wore extensions in this club was beyond me. Sweet fuck, talk about giving another woman extra ammunition.
“Since when did you fight with your fists?”
“Since I got me some old men!” she snapped back, shoving her face in Flame’s in a way that told me we’d done way too much good for her confidence.
Deciding to wade in before Ama found herself over her daddy’s knee for a spanking, and not the variety she’d grown to like from me, Saint, and Keys, I hustled over, grabbed her by the waist and dragged her back.
“You staked your claim, baby girl,” I told her, whispering the words in her ear.
“Damn right I did,” she snarled, glowering around the room, daring any clubwhores to look her straight in the eye.
My lips curved at the aggressive gesture, and I shook my