Sinner's Son (Savage Sons Motorcyle Club) (2 page)

"Items of greatest importance, as far as I see them, are needing to interview Sable Hall and possible protective custody for Luke. What do you have?"

"Agree on both of those, and I'd add that we need to get Luke in for another sit-down ASAP. I need every piece of information he has about the Mexican cartel. Kate, I think this could be a huge case."

"I agree. My concern is keeping Luke alive long enough to give us what we need."

Mark shook his head. "It's unfortunate that the MC member overheard the two of you. I mentioned protective custody, and Luke wanted no part of it. Said he thought that he could talk his way out of it."

"Mark, there's something he's not telling us. Something big."

"Yeah. I mean, I realize that he's relatively new to the MC world, but he has to know that he crossed a line, and that the members won't stand for it."

"I think he's holding out on us. He must have something compelling to tell the Sons if he thinks it'll save his life. We need to find out what he's hiding."

Mark nodded. "Well, let's divide and conquer. One of us should interview Sable, and one of us should lean on Luke. What's your preference?"

Kate thought for a bit. "I think Sable will be more forthcoming with a man than with a woman. I'll take Luke."

Mark got up and closed the door to his office. "Kate, I think that if we play our cards right, this case could be huge for both of us. I think we should be prepared to promise whatever we have to to get Luke to spill everything."

Kate shook her head. "Promises cost money, Mark. I'm not sure how much more I can get Celeste to approve."

"They only cost money if you deliver on them. Kate, the Savage Sons are connected to the head of a good-sized cartel. This is a huge opportunity for us to make names for ourselves."

"You know, I agree with you that the cartel thing is huge, but that only matters to your career, Mark. That's out of the FBI's scope."

"Yeah, but you know how interagency cooperation is promoted so heavily. If we can nail these guys in Mexico, there will be publicity to spare for both of us."

Kate reflected on what Maxwell had said to her on the phone earlier and shook her head again. "I just don't like the idea of promising something I have no intention of delivering. There has to be some difference between us and the bad guys, Mark."

Mark leaned back in his chair, as if here was trying to distance himself from the suggestion he'd just made. "Well, I'm not saying that we should outright lie to Luke. I'm just saying that we don't necessarily need to follow through on absolutely everything he wants."

"That's a mighty fine distinction, Singer, and we have work to do today. I'm not going to do anything that bothers my conscience."

"I'm just saying that we should keep our options open, Kate. That's all. Just promise me that you won't necessarily say no when we get Luke where we want him."

"I'll think about it," Kate said. She stood up. "We've got another long day. I'm going to get to the bottom of what happened in Mexico. I think that's at the heart of what Luke's hiding from us."

"Good luck. I'll check back in when I finish with Sable."

The agents parted ways, both working to resolve the case that had started so many months before with Moses Hall.

"G
oddammit, if you don't hold still, you're gonna end up with a fucked-up mess on your back," I said, picking my hands up from the bare lower back of the chick draped over the chair in front of me. I shifted the tattoo needle from my right hand to my left, giving the girl a chance to reposition herself. "You need me to stop?" I asked, impatient.

The girl sounded like she was in pain. "How much longer, do you think?" she asked.

I looked down at the girl and shook my head. "Just finished the outline. About another forty minutes, if you can hold still."

The girl took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'll be still. Let's get it done."

I looked up and accidentally made eye contact with the girl's friend, who had come along "for moral support." I knew the type, though. She'd heard that her friend had an appointment with Moses Hall, and she'd wanted to tag along and get a look at an outlaw biker. I'd seen it a hundred times before. She'd already unbuttoned one of her shirt buttons to reveal a little more cleavage, and she'd made it absolutely clear that she was far more interested in the tattoo artist than the actual tattoo.

She leaned forward, taking her friend's hand, but really giving me a full-on view of her tits threatening to spill out of her shirt. "How long has it been since you've done a virgin?" she asked, with a completely false wide-eyed innocence.

I smiled in spite of myself as I bent to return to work. "Been a while. Probably since I was fifteen."

"Oh," the girl protested, pretending to be flustered. "I meant a tattoo virgin."

"Hm," I grunted, concentrating on a line, before wiping the excess ink and blood from the girl's skin. "We could maybe work out a little two-for-one special. I can handle more than one girl at a time."

"Are we talking about tattoos?" the girl who was face down asked, trying not to sound hopeful.

"I can ink you both, or I can fuck you both. Up to you," I said, leaning into one of the lines, going slowly and making sure the ink went in deep. I felt the beginnings of a hard-on. This wouldn't be the first time I'd fucked someone in my shop, and I knew it wouldn't be the last. It had been a few days, though, and I needed the release.

The girl looking at me looked shocked, and I didn't really care. Now, don't get me wrong -- I didn't mind a steady stream of hot, young chicks coming in to fall all over me, but this wasn't exactly the first time it had happened. If they weren't interested, I'd find someone else who was.

The room had gotten quiet after what I'd said, and I used the time to concentrate on the ink. When the girl had come in to make her appointment, I'd pegged her as a stock art chick, but she'd surprised me. She hadn't wanted a bullshit butterfly or some stupid fuckin' Chinese symbol that didn't really mean what you thought it did. She'd asked me if I could draw a realistic depiction of a hummingbird and a flower. I'd made a couple of quick sketches and she'd booked the first available time slot. When she'd come back in nearly a month later, I'd realized that she was pretty hot, and it wasn't hard to figure out that she was into me, too.

"Um, Moses?" the friend said, as if she were afraid to break my concentration.

"Yeah?" I asked without looking up.

"Can we really go somewhere after this?"

"I guess," I answered. "Or I have an office in the back."

I'd looked at the driver's license of the girl I was working on, and she was only nineteen. I figured that her friend had to be around the same age. They might be young, but they were legal.

Using the tip of my needle, I mixed a little purple into the red that I was using to fill in the flower, and I looked over at the friend. I thought about asking her name, but I decided that I didn't really care. "So ... you want ink?" I asked her.

She looked down at the girl I was tattooing before she answered. "I'd rather have the other," she said, and I suspected that she was trying to act braver than she felt.

"And you?" I asked, as I felt the tension in her back increase as I worked on filling the flower.

"Well, I'm getting the ink. I may as well get the whole package," she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Well, all right then, girls. As soon as I'm finished here and we get you covered up, we'll go back to my office. I'll be careful not to mess up the work I've done on you," I told the girl as I mixed in a little more purple to get the right shading toward the ends of the flower's petals.

"You have anything to drink in there?" my customer asked, and I could hear the pain in her voice.

"Got some whiskey. Might have some beer in the fridge."

"I think I'm gonna need one," she said.

"Nearly finished," I told her. "I just need to add a little white for highlights, and we're all done." I purged the color from my needle and picked up some white, making sure it was clean before I started back to work on her skin. "So, have the two of you ever made out? Have you ever kissed?" I forced myself to stay focused on my work, rather than reaching down and rubbing my hard-on.

"No, I haven't kissed Julie," the friend answered. "But I have kissed a girl before."

"Oh, my God, you never told me that," my customer said, lifting her head up to look at her friend. "Who did you kiss, Amber?"

Amber smiled at me, and I imagined what she'd look like naked, with my cock in her mouth. "It was no one you know," she told Julie.

I wiped the ink and blood away as I worked. "I'm gonna want to see the two of you kiss."

Julie answered. "I'm game."

Amber looked at me, and I could see her studying my cut. "What do all of those patches mean?" she asked.

"A bunch of stuff that's none of your business."

I could see her eyes widen, as if she wasn't used to being talked to that way. I didn't really give a shit. If she walked out the door, there were any number of girls who'd willingly take her place. I'd never suffered from a shortage of available pussy.

"All right," I said, as I looked over my work. "Looks good," I told her, being completely honest. I gave her a hand to get up, because I knew that her muscles would have stiffened up since she'd been sitting still for so long. I handed her a mirror that she could use to take a look at her back. "What do you think?"

"Oh, my God, I love it," she said, and I could tell by her smile that she meant it. "What do you think?" she asked Amber.

"I think it's sexy," her friend answered. "Don't you?" she asked, looking at me and running her hand between her tits.

"I think it'll be even sexier if we get you two out of those clothes." I pulled a piece of plastic wrap from the big roll I kept in the studio. "Turn around," I told Julie. She did, and I put the square of plastic on her skin. It stuck in place because of the thin layer of ointment I'd smoothed over the fresh tattoo. "You have your after care instructions, right?" I asked.

"Sure do," she answered.

"Then let's go." I opened the door that led to the hallway and turned toward my office. The girls picked up their things and followed me.

"Moses?"

The voice stopped me, and I turned to the girl who worked for me. "Whatcha need, Krystal?" I asked, knowing that she'd see the girls following me and would know exactly what I planned on doing with them.

"Joker called. Said he'd tried your cell and you didn't pick up."

I shook my head. "You both know that I don't answer the phone while I'm with a customer," I said, irritated.

"I know, and that's what I told him when he called on the studio phone."

"So?" I was impatient, looking forward to having a face full of tits while I got my dick sucked.

"So he asked me to have you call him as soon as possible. He said it was important."

"Jesus fucking Christ, everything's an emergency to that man."

Krystal put her hand on her hip, and I could see skin between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her very low-rise jeans. I realized that it had been a while since I'd hit that, and I wondered if she'd be interested in joining the other two girls in the office.

"Moses," she said, her sharp tone jerking my attention from her body to her face. "He is your uncle, and he sounded like he was pretty worked up."

"I'll call him back as soon as we're finished, I promise." I grabbed Amber's ass and pulled her toward me. "Care to join us, Krystal?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No," she answered, looking like she almost felt sorry for the girls who were about to get fucked harder than they'd ever been before. "I have to leave in a few minutes for a school project."

I smacked Amber's ass and turned back toward my office door. "If we're not out, just lock up out front, will you?"

Krystal turned around without another word and headed back to the front of the shop. She and I had hooked up a couple of times, and I'd realized that I liked her too much to treat her like the other hang-around chicks who I just used to get off. Krystal had turned into a good friend, and while I didn't know everything about women, I knew that I couldn't continue to fuck her and keep her as a friend. I don't do fuckin' relationship conversations, but we'd just cooled it with the sex and things had been fine. I didn't know if she minded that I fucked other chicks while she was around. I figured that if it was important to her, then she should say something.

But back to Amber and Julie.

I opened the door and stepped out of the way to let them inside. I saw a look pass between them, and I wondered if they were having second thoughts. Time to get rid of those.

"Drink?" I asked, reaching for a bottle of Southern Comfort.

Julie's voice sounded a little timid. "Do you have anything to mix that with?" she asked.

I pointed to the little refrigerator at the end of my desk. "See for yourself. There may be some Coke in there." I didn't drink Coke, because all that sugar would un-do the work I did in the gym. I figured the whiskey and beer was bad enough, and I had to draw the line somewhere. I worked out hard, and I loved seeing the reaction of women when I took my shirt off. Coke was no help in that department.