Ink's Second Chance - Carol Dawn Page 0,2

art and the client under my fingers at the time. It doesn’t seem like long before it’s time to lock up.

“Hey, do you care if I crash upstairs tonight?” Wolf asks, walking into the shop. “I need to head to my sisters in the morning and she just lives around the corner from here.”

“Sure thing, brother.”

Wolf helps close down the shop before we clean and sanitize the equipment. This isn’t the first time he’s asked to sleep here, and he always helps out when he does.

“Do anything interesting today?” Wolf asks.

“Not really,” I admit. “A few basic tats and some piercings.”

“What type of piercings?”

I tell him out the young woman’s tongue, A Prince Albert on some guy, a couple of ears, and an Isabella piercing.

“I’ve heard of the Prince Albert,” Wolf says. “But what the hell is an Isabella piercing?”

“To put it simply,” I chuckle. “I pierced a woman’s clit.”

Wolf says something that I miss because I’ve just come to another realization. I was face and gloved knuckles deep inside of a woman’s pussy an hour ago and junior still never responded.

Not even a twitch. He didn’t even whimper.

“Fuck,” I groan.

“What is it?” Wolf asks, completely oblivious to this life-changing moment.

“My fucking dick’s broken.”

◆◆◆

It’s been a week. A mother fucking week, since my dick has shown interest in a single person.

“You look like you’re about to explode,” Chains says.

I glance down at the wrench in my hand and imagine how good it would feel to throw it at Chains’ face.

“Finally run out of women?” he mocks.

Great, I decide. It would feel fucking great.

Taking a deep breath, I turn my attention back to my bike. I’m giving the girl a tune-up, then I’m taking a long ride.

Multiple phones pinging pull me from my plans.

“We’re being called for Church,” Chains says.

Well, hell. There goes that plan. I finish tightening the last bolt before standing.

“I’ll be right there,” I say, heading for the sink.

My bike is my baby. Being a Davidson Night Rod Special, she has all the personality of a Harley but with a shit-ton more power. Opening her with full throttle on a stretch of empty road is an experience I crave constantly.

Going at one-hundred and forty miles per hour feels like you’re flying. I would almost say it’s better than sex.

Almost.

“INK, GET THE FUCK IN HERE.”

With a chuckle, I finish with my hands and follow the sound of Prez’s shout.

I enter the meeting room and walk to Bear, our club President.

I bow.

“You screamed, my lord,” I say, using my fantastic British accent.

“Sit your ass down, Ink,” Bear sighs.

“As you wish, master,” I say. “I am your humble servant.”

“Ink,” Bear starts.

“Yeah, yeah,” I interrupt, already knowing what he’s going to say. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Alright,” Bear says. “Let’s get started. Brick, go over the business numbers for the past week.”

And there we sit, for an hour, going over bullshit numbers and projections for the following month. Same damn things we talked about at the last Church meeting. Like I’ve said before, we’ve become a domesticated biker club.

Watch out for the Infernal Sons, their domestication might rub off on you.

Yeah, we’re badass, alright.

I look around at the happy faces of my brothers and want to punch them all. I used to be the only happy fucker here. What the fuck happened? Now, I’ve turned into Trigger.

I’m Trigger with a broken dick.

Fuck my life.

“There will be someone here tomorrow to install a pool out back,” Bear grumps. “It’s not a public pool, it’s for family only.”

“That means no fucking women in the pool, Ink,” Brick smirks.

I smile, thinking that’s a swell idea.

Even if my dick doesn’t agree.

“Ink,” Bear growls.

Before he can say anything else, Hawk’s phone rings.

“It’s Phoenix,” he says. “He knows we’re in Church, so it has to be important.”

We sit silently while he answers.

“Baby, what is it?” Hawk greets.

The silence is tense as we watch Hawk’s face.

“Don’t provoke him, sweet boy, we’ll be right there.”

“What the hell is going on?” I ask, once Hawk pockets his phone.

“He’s over at, Infernal Haven,” Hawk says. “A man came looking for his wife and is threatening my man with bodily harm until he gives her up. He had Laura get everyone to the safe room and now he’s alone with the man.”

Without another word, we all jump up and head for our rides.

Infernal Haven is Slim’s baby. He inherited a good bit of money from his parents and used it to open a place where people in trouble can go for help. It’s helped