Riveted: Drawn Series Book 1 (16 page)

     Jack took me home after I had
dried up. Axel, wherever he had gone, took his laptop with him. That was what I
was really looking for. I was going to have to talk to the private
investigator. He was almost two hours away, so I was going to have to rent
out a room just to meet up with this guy. I was at the point where I would do
whatever it took to find my brother.

I do not know how I made it to the shop the next morning.
I was supposed to open up; Jack had a doctor appointment or something. I pulled
into a vacant parking space, locked up my car and walked to the shop. I stopped
cold on the sidewalk. The huge plate glass windows were completely smashed and
the front door had graffiti sprayed on it. A lanky teenage boy stood on the
sidewalk in front of the shop.

“Please by all means, don’t call the cops or anything
right dude?” I muttered to him sarcastically. He snapped out of his trance and
shook his head.

“Dude. That is way messed up,” he muttered. He reached
into his pocket for his phone. I was already on mine. After hanging up with the
local police, I pressed Jack’s number.

“On my way baby. What’s up?” he answered in a happy tone.
I sighed.

“Shop got messed up. Cops are on their way; in fact they
are here now. Wanted to let you now,” I said, like a robotic zombie. I did wait
for him to answer, I just ended the call. A tall female police officer with
bleached blond hair walked over to me. She gave me a grim but polite smile.

“Ma’am, are you the person who called about this?” she
asked, gesturing to the mess next to us. I nodded.

“Are you the owner?” she asked. I shook my head. She put
her hand on my shoulder and gave me a reassuring smile. I looked up and her and
gave her a smile.

“No. One of the owners is on his way,” I replied. She
nodded and then went over to her partner, who was still sitting in the police
cruiser.

After dealing with the police officers, Jack made a few
phone calls to try and get the shop all taken care of. Shortly around two, a big
contractor van pulled up, along with three burly looking men on motorcycles,
one of them being my father. He parked his bike and walked over to where I was
standing. Hugging me hard, he kissed the top of my head and then patted Jack on
the arm.

“How you doing’ boy?” he asked him.

“Better than I thought I would be. I am not going to be
some whiny girl, but this shit is insane. We do not need this shit now.”

“Jack do you want me to go inside and call up the
appointments we have scheduled for the day and reschedule?” I asked. He nodded.

“That’s why we are here. The local
MC is going to let you guys use their clubhouse until this place gets fixed up.
They owe me a favor,” said my Dad. I looked at him.

“The Diablo Demons are going to let
us use their clubhouse?!” I asked incredulously. He nodded. I looked past his
shoulder as a burly, tall man with a beard down to his stomach walked over. His
head and neck were tattooed and he had both ears pierced with small gold hoop.
He was wearing a faded black leather cut with a diamond shaped 1% patch on one
side and “President” on the other. His eyes were the same blue as my Uncle
Tangler’s and he smiled and I immediately knew who he was.

“Uncle Sid???” I screeched. He
grinned wider and pulled me into his arms, squishing the air out of me.

“Hey love,” he said in his deep,
English accented voice. He kissed the top of my head. He was my Uncle Tangler’s
younger brother. He was my honorary Uncle.

“How are you? I did not know that
you were the President of the MC now?” I commented. He nodded.

“This thing that happened, here at
your shop is unacceptable. It does not fly with the MC. You guys do a lot of
work for my mates and brothers. Plus your father, I owed him one. SO our
clubhouse is yours. I know that some of your clients might not want to come get
their ink done there, but you have my word that we will be on our best
behavior.”

“What about church?” asked Jack. I
raised an eyebrow and he shook his head at me.

“We will just do it at my place,”
replied Uncle Sid. Jack nodded. He shook Uncle Sid’s hand.

“Thanks for this. It means a lot to
me, to all of us,” he told Uncle Sid. Uncle Sid nodded and patted Jack on the
shoulder before walking away. I hopped up and down happily. Jack just shook his
head.

“Well Princess, it looks like you
have some phone calls to make,” said my Dad. I nodded and went inside to grab
the client list.

           
By dinner time, we were set up in the Diablo Demon’s clubhouse. They
affectionately called it the Lion’s Den. I was going to ask what that meant,
but Matt shook his head and grinned. It was a huge building, two stories high.
On the top floor, apparently, were rooms, like studio apartments. For members
who were too drunk to drive or whose old ladies had kicked them out. The bottom
floor was a kitchen, a huge bathroom and then a huge great room with pool
tables, a polished, mahogany bar and tables here and there. I followed Jack and
Matt in with equipment, Chloe not too far behind me. She was looking around
with a goofy grin on her face, like she had just been transported into her
favorite biker show. Two men stood off to the side. One was a short Hispanic
man covered in tattoos with a small, thin mustache and long black hair pulled
into a pony tail. His partner was tall, skinny with a blonde Mohawk and he had
one hell of a shiner around his left eye. He smiled at Chloe and me. They both
wore Diablo Demon cuts.

“Where can we put our stuff?” Matt
asked them. The two bikers pushed tables to the side and I placed a laptop on
one of them. Uncle Sid came in with partitions like you would see in the
nurse’s office.

“Where did you get those?” I asked.
He grinned, his gold capped incisor showing.

“Better you don’t know love, better
you don’t know,” he said, ruffling my hair. He looked at the two bikers.

“Chainsaw, Seattle, you two help
these good people out. Whatever they need, you get it. Stick to them like glue
yeah?” he ordered. They nodded.

“Which one is which?” I asked,
looking at the two men.

“I’m Seattle,” said the short
Hispanic guy with a smile that was quite sexy. Down girl.

“That makes me Chainsaw,” said the
tall guy with the blonde Mohawk.

“Nice to meet you,” I remarked. They
nodded and smiled. Seattle followed Matt out to help him unload, while I booted
up the laptop and got ready to work.

           
I leaned back in my folding chair and kneaded the knots in my left shoulder.
Chloe was cashing out a tall skinny girl who had come in for a septum piercing.
After the girl had left, escorted out by Chainsaw, Chloe plopped down in the
chair next to me. She was wearing a faded jean skirt, black Capri leggings and
some awesome sparkly Converse sneakers and a Blondie t-shirt. Her hair was
braided to the left side.

“What’s shakin bacon?” she asked. I
smirked.

“Ordering some stuff for the shop.
Thank goodness the guys had their own tattoo guns at home as well as at the
shop, otherwise we would be screwed. Whoever messed up our shop, they stole a
ton of shit too.”

“It was all covered by the insurance
right?” she asked, her face worried. I nodded.

“According to Jack it was. It just
sucks. I never though in a million years I would be working out of a MC
clubhouse though,” I said with a smirk.

“Yeah I know right,” she said. She
went to go clean up her station. Chainsaw came back in and sat where Chloe had
been sitting. He fiddled with the gauges in his ear and fidgeted in the
folding chair he was sitting on.

“Hey there doll,” he said, the
southern twang evident in his voice. I looked up from my online order form and
smiled.

“What’s up?” I asked. He crossed his
arms over his chest. One hand had the word “Baby” tattooed on it. The other had
the word “Levi” on it. His neck was tattooed with a black panther and both arms
were covered in ink.

“Like what you see?” he asked. I
shook my head and groaned inwardly.

“You have a lot of ink. That’s all I
was looking at,” I replied. He smirked, pushed up out of the chair and walked
over to where Matt was. Whatever. Going back to work, I put our little
conversation out of my mind. He definitely seemed like a player. Seattle came
over and kind of stood in front of me. Looking up again, I smiled.

“What’s up?” I asked. He sat down.

“You should probably stay away from
him. He’s not a nice guy,” he said, his soft, rich voice flowing over me.

“Seattle, you have nothing to worry
about. He is not my type, besides I kind of have a boyfriend,” I replied. He
nodded. He had a black leather bound book in his hands. He gave me a smile.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s...uh…my work,” he stammered.
He handed it over, stood up and scurried away. Shaking my head, I opened the
book and gasped. His artwork was amazing. Some of his pictures that he had
drawn looked like photographs.

“Whatcha got there?” asked Matt,
coming to sit down. I slid the open book over to him and watched his face as he
looked at the pages.

“This guy’s art is sick! Wow. He
should work at the shop with us,” he muttered.

“I agree. With Axel being MIA, we
are down an artist. It would help to have another artist,” I stated.

“Let me talk to Jack. I mean,
Seattle would have to apprentice first, but I would be willing to give him a
shot,” he said. He took the book with him. It would be nice to give Seattle a
shot, I mean look at what the MC was doing for us.

           
Days passed, and we settled into a rhythm once more. We never knew what we were
going to find walking into the clubhouse/temporary work site each morning. One
morning there were half naked women sprawled everywhere and one happy half
naked biker. Another time, there were boxes and boxes of books everywhere. That
one was explained away by Uncle Sid, who was blushing the entire time.  It
was an experience. The bikers mostly kept out of our way, with the exception of
Seattle and Chainsaw. And not surprising, a good number of the MC members were
scheduled for appointments.

 “Get up,” muttered Jack. His
hand was squeezing my ass and I wiggled further into the blankets. He laughed.

“Baby, if you want to take a shower,
you seriously need to get up,” he whispered into my ear, kissing my earlobe.
Immediately, goose bumps covered my skin.

“No,” I moaned. He kissed my neck.

“No?” he asked, rubbing my most
sensitive spot on the outside of my panties. I sighed and rolled over, looking
up at him. He was lying next to me, naked and so fucking amazingly hot. And he
was hard. He was very, very hard.

“I want you. I don’t care if we are
late,” he muttered. I giggled and pulled him down to kiss me. Soon his tongue
was entwined around mine; his fingers in my panties, rubbing at my swollen
clit, making me arch my back. I moaned against his mouth and pushed his hand
away. He growled and tried to get back into my panties. I bit my bottom lip and
pushed him down on the bed. His eyebrows rose as I yanked off my t shirt and
pulled down my panties, tossing them onto the floor by the bed. Straddling him,
I grabbed his rigid, throbbing cock in my hand, softly rubbing my thumb over
the head. His breath hissed and his eyes closed halfway. I smiled. Positioning
him at my entrance, I slid down on him achingly slow.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned. I slid all the
way down until he was buried inside me to the hilt. He grabbed my hips,
gripping me so tight I was sure that there were going to be marks there later.
I slowly, unsurely, rocked my hips and his eyes flew open. I gasped.

“Damn baby,” I moaned. He nodded and
started to move me on his now slick cock. I began to match him thrust for thrust
as we both panted and moaned. His hands moved from my hips to my breasts, his
thumbs rubbing against my hardened nipples, first softly, and then he began to
tug on them a bit. I let my head fall back as a moan escaped my lips. He
growled, thrusting up into me harder. I felt that buzzing, burning feeling
that signaled that I was going to come, spiraling inside of me. I could feel
him getting harder inside of me and I knew that he was close too. I leaned
forward and licked his nipples, sucking on them a little harder than normal.

“Fuck Bleu, I am going to come baby.
I want to feel you come around my cock though. Come with me baby,” he moaned.
That did it. I felt my pussy clench down on him as I came harder than I had
when he had me on my back. A deep moan let loose from his lips as his fingers
dug into my hips tighter and he thrust up into me, hard and deep, spilling into
me. He looked up into my eyes and smiled, reaching up to kiss my lips. I kissed
him back. I was falling in love with him. Falling hard. Who was I kidding? I
was already in love with this man, but all rational thought told me that it was
too soon, too damn soon. He lay back, looking up at the ceiling, a grin on his
face, his chest rising and falling. He looked at me out of the corner of his
eye and I giggled.

“Let’s go lazy ass, we are going to
be late. And I have to talk to Seattle,” he said, sitting up and padding off to
the bathroom.

           
Naked girls were sprawled all over the place again. I swear they should just
call Thursdays at the MC clubhouse Naked Day. It made me wonder what they did
there on Wednesday nights. Chainsaw had mentioned something about church, but
anytime I had gone to church, um, people pretty much stayed clothed. In fact,
they
always
stayed clothed. This time,
there were one or two naked guys as well, if you considered being naked
having your jeans down around your ankles and a hung over naked girl bobbing
her head up and down in your lap.

“Avert your eyes ladies,” murmured
Matt, a grin on his face. I shook my head.

“I think we are alright,” I
responded. Chloe walked beside me shaking her head, but she looked over her
shoulder. I smacked her arm.

“Speak for yourself Bleu. I could go
the rest of my life without watching a hairy fat man get sucked off at 11 in
the morning,” she retorted, making a gagging noise. Matt choked and sputtered
on his coffee, which made me laugh. One of the naked girls fell off of the
shiny mahogany bar top and then giggled, waving at all of us.

“Don’t make eye contact, don’t make
eye contact,” I whispered.

“They are not lions in the
Serengeti, jeesh,” said Matt. He waved back. I whacked Matt in the arm.

“Oh sure. Kill em with kindness bro.
Herpes, the everlasting gift,” muttered Chloe. We walked over to our makeshift
work station and I chuckled to myself as I pulled out my laptop.

“Don’t forget, Seattle starts his
apprenticeship today,” reminded Matt. Nodding, I booted up my computer.

“I get someone to be my personal
slave,” cackled Jack, taking off his jacket. I raised an eyebrow.

“Your slave?” I asked. He nodded.

“You have no idea the crazy shit
your Uncle Tangler used to make us do when we were apprentices,” remarked Matt.
Jack nodded in agreement.

“We were cleaning everything, being
his little bitches basically. It was hell. He rode our asses about our line
work. We did a lot of our first stuff on one another.”

“Good thing Axel was awesome at
cover ups,” remarked Matt with a laugh.

“That bad huh?”I asked. Jack and
Matt nodded in unison. Lamar, Abby’s husband, came walking through the doors of
the MC clubhouse and looked around, his eyes wide. He was wearing jeans and a
black polo and sneakers and he still managed to look amazing.

“Hey there Lamar,” I said as I waved
to get his attention. His face brightened and he sauntered over. He gave me a
hug.

“What’s going on guys?” he asked.

“Well seeing as how we are waiting
to have our shop repaired, the MC has agreed to let us set up shop in here,” I
replied. He nodded.

“Abby mentioned something like that
to me the other night. So, I wanted to set up an appointment to get my sleeve
finished. Abby’s dad had an appointment down the street at the firehouse, so I
thought I would swing by. I saw Jack outside,” he explained.

“Let me see what we have available.
How soon were you thinking of coming in?” I asked. He thought for a moment.

“Anything after four is good for me.
I don’t have too many days off and I want to save up as much as I can,” he
said. I nodded. A few minutes later, I had him set up for the following week
with Matt. I filled out one of Matt’s business cards with his appointment time
on it and handed it to Lamar.

“Tell Abs I said hi,” I told him. He
nodded, gave me a hug and left. And then I got back to work.