Inked (Going All the Way #1) - Jenika Snow Page 0,6
the nomads had stopped by. The club was filled with club whores, alcohol, and pot.
Stella may be used to this, but she never stayed around. Her dad may be the president of this biker gang, but that didn’t mean he liked her being around this shit, and she was thankful for that. This was not her scene at all.
She grabbed her purse and turned to go into the bathroom that was attached. The mirror that hung on the back of the bathroom door let her see her appearance from her feet to the top of her head. She had left her blonde hair down, and it brushed the middle of her back. Not one for makeup, she only added a little mascara, which had her blue eyes popping.
Why are you trying so hard when you know nothing will happen?
Stella grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up. The thickness of her belly was revealed, and she made a face in the mirror. She turned and stared at her side, where she was getting the raven tattooed. It was a fairly simple design, but she was going for more of the black watercolor design than the sharp lines and details of a realistic bird tattoo.
There were no illusions that it wouldn’t hurt like a bitch, but her excitement and the adrenaline she felt inside overrode all other nervousness and emotions moving through her.
She let the shirt fall back into place and headed out of the bathroom and the office. She could have gone out the backdoor and avoided the raunchiness she was sure she was about to witness, but her dad wanted her to talk to him before she left, and Stella could only imagine it would be some kind of warning about the male species.
Keeping her head lowered and making her way through the main part of the clubhouse, she steered clear of the bar and pool table, as that was where most of the action was. The scent of beer, sweat, and cloying perfume clogged her nose. The music was loud as the band belted out a song about sweet emotions and lost innocence. The almost saccharine smell of pot filtered around her. Once she was by her father’s door, she knocked on it and pushed it open after he called out for her to enter.
Her dad and the Vicious Bastards’ VP, Booshie, were looking over a map spread across the meeting room table. “I’m heading out, and you wanted to talk to me before I left.”
Her father nodded, slapped Booshie on the back, and waited until his VP was out and the doors were shut before he started talking. “You going now to get some ink?”
She nodded. “Yeah, got the design all ready too.” She reached into her bag and pulled out the slip of paper with the raven on it. She designed it herself, and although she had known she wanted some kind of bird as her first permanent design on her body, she hadn’t known exactly which one.
That was until she had the very vivid dream in which her deceased mother made an appearance and was holding a raven. But it had been raining, and the bird started becoming blurry. The dream had been as strange as it had been vivid, and Stella was just going with it.
Scars looked at the slip of paper and made a grunting noise. “I like it. Where are you getting it?”
She lifted her shirt, turned sideways, and pointed at her side. “I want the body on my side, and the wings to reach around my back.”
Her father whistled, but there was a growly note after it.
“What, Dad?” Stella sighed out the last part and turned to face him again.
“I want one of the guys to go with you to make sure Cadeon keeps his hands to himself.”
Stella rubbed her eyes and shook her head. “Dad, you do remember I’m not a little kid anymore and that I kind of need to do stuff on my own without a biker always hanging around, right?” She dropped her hand and blinked away the fuzziness in her vision from when she rubbed her eyes. “You need to cut the cord, Dad. How in the hell am I supposed to find someone if you always have one of the guys chaperone your adult daughter?”
“So, what? You’re trying to date the tattoo guy?”
Okay, she shouldn’t have said that last part, because that totally wasn’t what she meant, not really anyway. Yeah, she wanted