CHAOS (A Lords of Sin MC Novel) (Motorcycle Club Bad Boy Romance) (18 page)

“Nope, I was telling him how much I appreciate him and what a good guy he is.”

“Is this girl great or what?” he kissed me. “And this is why I’m gonna marry her one of these days.”

“Um, excuse me? You know what I find funny? The fact that you keep calling me your old lady, yet I have no ring to show that I’m spoken for.” I waved my hand in front of his face, flaunting my naked finger.

“What the hell you need a ring for?”

“Duh! To show that I’m taken.”

“Why? You’re gonna get my name tattooed on you.”

“What?”
Is he serious? He’s gotta be joking, right?

“You heard me. I’ll take you tomorrow, I didn’t know it was such a big deal to you.”

“Now wait a minute. I asked for a ring, not a tattoo.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers. Besides, it’s tradition, you gotta get it sooner or later. Might as well be tomorrow.”

“You’re fuckin’ with me. I know you are.”
He was, wasn’t he?

“Penny!” He started waving her over to the table. I’d met her a handful of times at the clubhouse, she was Drew’s old lady. “Penny, come here.”

“Yeah?”

“Show Raven here how everyone knew that Drew claimed you.”

She turned around and showed me “Property of Drew” tattooed on her lower back with the Lords’ symbol prominently displayed in the center of the artwork. Penny turned her head as she watched me observe her tattoo. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to get that much ink in the first session. The words came first, when he claimed me and the symbol was added later after we were legally married.”

Holy shit! He’s not fucking joking.
“Wow. Thanks for showing me.” My mouth was suddenly dry and I was left speechless. “How about a round of shots?”
Yeah, that’s what I need. Something wet and stiff.
I greedily gulped down three shots before I was feeling better.

The next day, Chaos held up to his word when he took me to their tattoo guy. Just like Penny said, they tattooed “Property of Chaos” on my lower back, though I did have a choice if I wanted to add any additional artwork. I politely declined as I took my position in the chair, holding on so tight that my knuckles turned a ghostly shade.

“It’ll be over before you know it.” The fat bald guy said before he fired up his ink gun, the loud buzzing sound filling the room as he dug into my flesh. Chaos stood in front of me, laughing and joking with the guy throughout the entire session. Forty-five minutes later, the big guy tapped me on the ass and announced that I was done as he offered me a glimpse in the mirror. I walked over to the full-length mirror and turned as I raised my shirt. It actually looked pretty bad ass. A smile crept over my face as I reveled in feeling like a genuine biker bitch. My black hair matched the ink perfectly, and so did my combat boots.

“I see you grinnin’ up there.” I quickly pulled my shirt down and spun around.

“Shit! Woman, you can’t be doin’ that shit! That’s wet ink. Are you outta your mind?” The fat bald guy came at me with a force, holding a piece of plastic wrap in his hand. “You gotta keep that shit covered until the ink dries all the way and you have to leave medicine on it so it’ll heal. Just a small amount though.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know.” I said, my face heating up.

“How much do I owe ya brother?” Chaos asked the guy. I think they said his name was Larry.

“Nah man, you don’t owe me shit. What you did for Vic, that was payment enough.” He looked over and grinned at me. “If your girl fucks up her tat, bring her back and I’ll touch it up.” My smile faded when he made me sound like a dumb ass.
How was I supposed to know? I’ve never had a tattoo before.
I was glad that I didn’t pass out. “Or, when you two tie the knot, you bring her back in for the rest of the work—on the house.”

“Thanks brother.” They gripped hands and hugged, patting each other’s backs. “And I’ll take you up on that offer. Have a good day man.”

If it weren’t for the God awful plastic wrap covered in goop, I would’ve lifted the back of my shirt a little while riding behind him on the bike to show it off. Surprisingly, I was proud of that tattoo and couldn’t wait to show it off—especially in front of Princess. That old bitch was still hanging around the clubhouse, but she’d learned to leave Chaos alone. I made it very clear that he was off limits and she had resorted to hooking up with Griffin, the prospect who had worked with Skeeter. But I couldn’t really blame her. Amber had started hanging around the clubhouse more often. And due to her popularity from the night in the parking lot, she was hooking up with all of them, testing the waters before deciding on one that she was willing to work on. It amazed me how wild she actually was. I’d always pegged her as the quiet, reserved girl who never went to parties or did anything bad.

Amber and I had became very close friends after Matty was out of the picture. She had confessed to me that she never liked him, but didn’t want to say anything that would upset me. We were practically inseparable, always hanging out after work partying with the MC. After hanging around for a few months, she finally developed a thing for Zipper. As the veep, he was quite a bit older than both of us, but she was insistent that he was her soul mate. I didn’t get it, but she was happy and that was all that mattered to me. She’d taken on a completely different personality than the one I’d known before all of this started. It was nice having a friend that I knew like the back of my hand. Suddenly, the living didn’t seem so bad compared to the dead—or at least not while I was with the MC. It was the outside world that was strange and bad.

Epilogue

“Christopher, put those scissors down!”

I’d heard that motherhood was hard, but I never knew how difficult it would be chasing a toddler while being seven months pregnant in the middle of summer. Christopher was in his terrible two’s and his little sister was due a few months before his birthday. Chaos was out in the garage repainting the crib, leaving me all alone with his mini-me. That boy was the spitfire image of his daddy, right down to the bone. There was never a dull moment as long as he was around.

“But mommy, I’m going to help daddy.”

“Let’s go see if he needs help, but for right now I need you to put those down. They’re very sharp and they could hurt you. Come on, follow me.”

Holding his hand, we made our way through the kitchen and out to the garage. Chaos was sweating as he brushed on a thin layer of pink paint for the second time. I loved watching his hot, sexy body glisten in sweat.

“Hey babe, your shadow here wants to know if you need help.”

He stopped what he was doing and looked up at our boy. “You bet I do! Hey bud, can you hand me that rag over there and get daddy’s water?”

“Are you almost finished?” I asked as Christopher jumped off the top stair and ran through the garage.

“I still have to paint that end and this side,” he pointed with his paintbrush. “Hopefully I’ll be done by lunch.”

“Is he okay out here with you while I go get the food started?”

He nodded as he gulped his entire glass of water down in one drink, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as he chugged the last drop from the glass. “Yeah.”

Leaving the boys to work, I went inside and started to make lunch. It was a difficult task to say the least. We’d bought the house three months ago, but I was still organizing and arranging everything a little at a time. It was nice living in a place bigger than our previous two-bedroom apartment, but I was nesting like crazy with this pregnancy. I remember nesting when I was pregnant with Christopher, but it was nothing like this. I’d put all the plates and cups in one cabinet and then rearrange them two days later. It drove Chaos nuts because he could never find anything, and neither could I.

Our new house wasn’t anything special but it had all the room we needed. An old fixer-upper, the MC offered to help us restore it so we wouldn’t have the hassle of hiring and paying contractors. It was a four-bedroom, two bath house that we stole off the market for a ridiculously low price. My dad put down our down payment as our engagement gift since Troy and I still weren’t married, though I’ll
never
forget the way he proposed to me. Let me tell you the story, though Troy will say it goes completely different. We were sitting at Michael’s shortly after Christopher was born. It was our first date night in nearly four months. I thought I was going crazy in the house all the time with a baby by myself so my dad took the baby, giving us a break for the night. I ordered my usual—actually, Chaos ordered it for me—and as we were finishing up with dinner, he ordered dessert for the two of us. He asked for two slices of chocolate cake—my favorite. I thought it was odd the way he kept staring at me as I ate my food, but whatever. I’d developed some rather strange eating habits since I’d gotten pregnant with the baby and continued on with them even after he was born. Anyway, he was inhaling his cake while I picked through mine. Suddenly, he slowed down and watched me as I took the last bite of my dessert, his jaw dropped in horror.

“Didn’t you find it?”

“What? And I swear Troy Wayne, don’t say the bottom of the plate.”

“No, seriously! You didn’t see it?” He reached over and started picking through my crumbs with his fork.

“Stop it. What are you trying to do?”

He stood up and yelled for the waitress to come to the table. I tried shushing him but he waved me off as if I were an annoying fly.

“I think there’s been a mistake.” His face flushed as the veins on his forehead drew to the surface of his skin. “You fucked up our dessert!”

“Chaos! It’s what you ordered. They brought exactly what you asked them to. Will you sit down?!” People in the crowded restaurant stopped eating and started staring at us. You have this big, burly, tattooed bad ass standing in the middle of the restaurant yelling about chocolate cake. Then he did the unthinkable. He began going from table to table, inspecting everyone’s plates. There was another couple who had also ordered chocolate cake, a few tables away from us. He dug his hands into their desserts and twisted them into a heaping mess and threw the pile of chocolate goo back on their table.

“Where is it?” he demanded. I was so embarrassed, I put my face in my hand and tried to hide my identity. “Tell me what you did with it?”

The poor waitress was in shock. She didn’t know what to say as she stood there with her arms stretched out as she shrugged her shoulders. “We brought you what you asked for,” her tone was hushed as she gritted her teeth through every word that she spoke.

“No, you didn’t. You see my girl over there?”
Oh please, God. No, don’t do this. Don’t point me out.
He pointed right at me. “You ruined her night! This was supposed to be special but nooooo, you guys had to go and fuck things up!”

“Sir!” The waitress was now hissing. “I assure you, we brought exactly what you asked for.” She walked over to the table.
Great, keep up the show guys!
She examined our plates—mine was near empty, just a few crumbs here and there. Her face looked surprised, she quickly sat my plate back down on the table and picked up his. “Oh,” her voice was much quieter. “It’s here.”

At this point, I had no clue what was going on but I was starting to piece the puzzle together. She picked up his fork and started digging through his piece of cake. “It’s right here!” she proudly announced.

“Oh, uh, thank you.” He took the small dessert plate from her hand and picked up a napkin from the table. On bended knee, he held out the most beautiful diamond engagement ring I’d ever seen. “Raven Harris, I love you with all my heart. You’re a wonderful old lady and mother to my son. Will you marry me?”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Nodding my head yes, I slowly extended my hand and allowed him to place the ring on my finger. Everyone in the restaurant clapped and cheered as he leaned up and kissed me. He whispered in my ear, “I think we oughtta leave her a good tip, huh?”

“I think that would be the right thing to do after putting her through hell.”

“Hey, you’re my girl and I asked them to put that in your dessert so I could surprise you. How was I supposed to know they’d switch our cakes? I wanted everything to go smooth, ya know?”

“Yeah, I see that.”

It was definitely a night I’ll never forget. After we had left the restaurant that evening, there was a big celebration party at the clubhouse for us. The whole MC knew he was going to pop the question and had everything all set up by the time we got there. Duke welcomed me to the family with open arms and told me how happy he was for the two of us. The other old ladies congratulated me as they admired my ring. Now if you ask him about the night, his version is a different story. According to him, they switched our desserts and he’s the one who caught it—not the waitress—and he saved the day.