Sacred Vow (Angels Halo MC Next Gen #5) - Terri Anne Browning Page 0,8

loved that rotten little beast.

Finally finished with the tattoo, I pushed back from the table the chick was lying on. “Take a look in the mirror before I bandage you up.”

While she stood, I turned my back, getting her aftercare instructions and samples of the ointment we suggested all our clients use. Lyric had connections, and he’d worked out a deal with the company that made the ointment that was formulated specifically for tattoo aftercare.

“Wow, it’s so pretty,” the client, whose name I couldn’t have remembered even if there were a gun to my head, gushed. “You’re really talented.”

Ignoring the compliment, I waited until she was back on the table before turning around.

Only to wish I’d waited for River to return before I did. The tiny shorts she was wearing were pulled down to her thighs now, showcasing her bare pussy. “Like what you see?” she purred, stroking her fingers over herself.

I quickly averted my eyes and stood.

“Hey, Dad,” I called as I left the room. “Can you patch this chick up for me?”

He met me at the door, a frown on his face. “What’s up?”

“She took her fucking pants off,” I told him with a shudder. “And now she’s touching herself. I’m not into easy.”

He grimaced. “I feel ya, son. Wasn’t River in there with you?”

“She’s getting something for Lyric,” I explained, my gaze going to the door to the storage room, where they still were. “If you don’t want to patch her up for me, could you at least come in and be my witness?”

I didn’t need this chick to get pissed at me and then start saying I touched her or some shit like that. Or worse, screaming I molested or raped her just to get back at me for shooting her down. I’d never had someone do that to me before, but I’d heard too many horror stories not to be cautious.

“Nah, son. I got you covered.” He passed me and walked into my room. “Pull your clothes up, girl. I don’t have time to be airing out this place because you decided to make it smell like rotten pussy.”

A strangled laugh had me looking back at the storage room to find Lyric standing in the doorway. A moment later, River appeared beside him, a box in her hands. “Found it,” she said triumphantly. “I don’t know how it got all the way in the back like that. I swear I put it…” She trailed off, a frown pulling her brows together as she looked down at the label on the box. “Does this look like blood to you?”

Lyric dropped his gaze to it. “Maybe the delivery guy scratched himself,” he suggested. Taking the box from her, he carried it in one hand while holding on to the car seat in the other. “Thanks, River. I need this ink for a back piece I’m doing tonight.”

River shook her head, causing her frown to disappear as she gave my brother-in-law a smile. “No problem. I didn’t know it was yours, or I would have brought it to you. Sorry you had to come all the way over here with the baby demon.” Crouching down, she kissed Ian’s cheek, causing him to giggle. “Be good, little dude.”

When she pulled back, I saw my nephew had latched on to River’s tank top and was pulling it down, exposing her bra. I couldn’t blame the kid. Her tits were perfect. I copped a feel any chance I got, too. Laughing, she untangled his chubby fist and nipped at his fingers, making him giggle again.

Lyric sighed. “I guess he’s hungry. I better get him back so Mila can feed him.”

“Yeah,” she agreed with another one of her sweet laughs. “He’s a boob man, just like every other male in the universe.” Her green eyes lifted to me, and I winked, causing her to blush prettily.

“Mila wanted me to remind you that she’s meeting with the real estate agent tomorrow. Do you want her to pick you up from here and the two of you drive over together?”

“I’ll call her later, and we can discuss it,” River told him, dropping her gaze back to Ian. “Okay, baby demon. Don’t be causing your momma any trouble. Auntie River loves you, little man.”

“This is Luca Version 2.0,” Lyric grumbled. “Telling him not to cause trouble is the equivalent of giving him permission to burn down the house.”

I grinned. “Sounds like you’re getting karma for something, brother.”

Lyric grunted unhappily. “Apparently, fate got me mixed up