Severed Justice (Severed MC Book 3)

by K. T Fisher

  “So you already interviewed her?”

  He nods. I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. I hate this feeling. I do trust him, honestly I do. He made a mistake when he slept with Emma. He knows that. If he does anything else like it, he loses me. I know he doesn’t want to lose me. He tells me often enough. I don’t like the thought of her being around him for obvious reasons. Her working here doesn’t sit well with me. Knowing he didn’t even tell me hurts me.

  “Fuck you!” I turn around, slamming the door behind me. “You fucking dickhead!”

  I storm past the customers who have got used to the drama around here. I pass Ice, Cowboy and Kid who look at me with concern in their faces that I don’t want to see. And then HER. The open vagina herself. I push past her. I need to get out of this place. I need some fucking fresh air.

  Ink

  I pick up the chair I was just sitting on, throwing it against the wall. I adore that woman, I really do, but she knows how to get under my fucking skin.

  I knew she wouldn’t take this well, that’s why I couldn’t bring myself to tell her. I know I shouldn’t hire Emma, but every other chick that I’ve interviewed was just looking to become a club whore, and was absolutely dumb as shit. I can’t hire anyone like that. When I saw Emma’s application I was relieved.

  I walk out of the room to find the shop empty, apart from my brothers and Emma. I feel bad for her because she looks a little uncomfortable.

  Cowboy stands as I walk closer to them all. “We sent the next clients and Joe home.”

  Joe is the other tattoo artist I work with. I run my hand through my already messed up hair and nod at him.

  “Thanks man.”

  He nods back before walking out, followed by Kid. Ice stays put.

  “I’m sorry.” Emma says quietly. “I’m guessing that was your old lady. I thought she knew.”

  I shake my head. “That’s my fault, I didn’t tell her.”

  “Look Ink, I’m grateful for the job, but I won’t come between you and her.” Emma looks disappointed.

  I shake my head. “No, you’re working for me.”

  “But-“

  I cut her off. “No buts. I need a receptionist. You need a job. Elle’s pissed, but I’ll have a chat with her. She’ll be fine.” Ice laughs at my last comment and I send him a glare.

  “If you’re sure?”

  “I’m sure as shit. Now go home, come back tomorrow morning. It doesn’t look like you’ll have a busy first day here today now these idiots have sent my clients home.”

  She smiles and turns to leave. Ice shakes his head as we watch her go. “You sure do make shit for yourself brother.”

  “Shut the fuck up Ice and get out of here.”

  He laughs as he leaves. I lock up the shop; I’m not in the mood for any more work today. I need to go and talk to my woman. I need to sort this shit out. Ice is right. By not telling Elle I’ve made this shit so much worse.

  Chapter Two

  Elle

  My phone vibrates for the tenth time! I know it’s Ink, ever since I left the studio he’s been trying to get in touch with me.

  I’ve been sitting on this bench in the local park for an hour. I just needed some silence to process all of this. After thinking things through, I know I was a little over the top, but at the same time, Ink is in the wrong as well. If it had been any other woman I wouldn’t have reacted like this. This isn’t any other woman though. This is Emma, the woman who came between my man and me. So surely, to keeps things right between us, Ink should have told me as soon as he came home that night after interviewing her. Yes, I would still have been angry, but I would have been grateful that he told me. I would have understood. I wouldn’t have felt like I’d been sucker punched, which is how I’m feeling right now.

  I looked like the biggest fucking fool when she walked in the shop today. I felt so insignificant. How could he not tell me?

  I don’t know how I feel about her working for Ink. I trust him. I really do, but it’s Emma! What they did still hurts me, but I forgave Ink. I haven’t forgiven her though, and I don’t know if I can. Even though Ink was in the wrong and Emma didn’t know about me until after they’d slept together.

  My phone rings again. I sigh heavily before I answer. I don’t have a chance to talk because Ink’s instantly on at me.

  “Elle? Where are you baby? You safe?”

  “Yes. I’m fine.” I roll my eyes; he always looks on the bad side of things.

  I hear his sigh of relief. “Thank fuck.” There’s a second of silence and then he’s back to himself. “Where the fuck are you?”

  I watch the young children playing in the park in the distance. I can hear their laughter drift over to me. “I’m thinking.”

  “Get back here, you can do your thinking back at home.”

  Is he crazy? The clubhouse is so loud and full of bikers I can’t hear myself think. I do love it there though.

  “Just give me five minutes.”

  I hear his growl. “Woman, if you’re not back here in ten, I’m hunting for your ass and it will be red when I’m done with it!”

  I hang up and look up to the bright blue sky. As angry as I am with him, I love his angry possessive talk. Just the mention of my ass red raw from his spankings causes a warm rush to run through me.

  Gritting my teeth, I get up from the bench and walk towards my car. The whole drive back I prepare myself for Ink’s lecture. He’s going to get as good as he gives though; I’m not the only one in the wrong here!

  As I reach the clubhouse gates I stick my hand out to wave at the Prospect and he opens them up. I don’t have to wave anymore, as they all know who I am, but I still like to. I haven’t had time to park the car before I see Ink marching outside and waiting for me. I take a deep breath, gathering my handbag and just as I’m about to open my door, it’s yanked open for me. Shocked, I look across to find Ink, looking angry and leaning into the car.

  “Move over.” He commands.

  I look at the passenger seat and frown. “No.”

  “Elle.” He warns.

  “Ink, stop being an ass.”

  Ink slams the door shut. I can hear him grumbling about me giving him shit. I hold in my smile as he sits down heavily in the passenger seat, slamming the door behind him. I have a Mini Cooper and Ink hates my car, mostly because he’s a big guy and my car is too small for him. He turns to look at me, but I continue to ignore him, looking out of the front.

  “Elle.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Look at me.” I don’t. “Babe, please?”

  The tone of his voice sways me. I turn to look at him. His face has softened, and my anger lessens a little.

  “Why did you leave?”

  “You know why.”

  He reaches over and takes hold of one of my hands. “Baby, there’s no need to be mad.”

  “You hired her without even telling me you interviewed her. Why shouldn’t I be mad?”

  “I know. I messed up, I should have told you.”

  “So why didn’t you?” I feel tears burning in my eyes.

  “I guess I was scared.”

  I look down at our joined hands, swallowing hard. I can understand that, but it would have been a better situation than the one we’re in now.

  “I don’t like it.” I say quietly.

  I really don’t. Knowing that when he leaves for work, he will be with her, will hurt.

  I feel Ink’s hands on either side of my face. He tilts my head up. Looking right into my eyes, right through to my thoughts. It’s scary how well this man can read me.

  “Baby, you know you’re the only one for me. I’m not interested in anyone else.”

  I suck in a sharp breath, nearly choking on the rising sobs. I know he doesn’t want to lose me, but I haven’t heard these words before. That he doesn’t want anybody else, that I’m enough for him.

  I shake my head and he brings my face closer to his. I can smell his minty breath. It settles over
me, calming me.

  “You’re all I want, Elle.” He looks like he’s thinking seriously about something. I can tell by the slight frown on his face. “If anyone else had applied that was suitable, I would have hired them. Emma was the only one. Believe me babe. I don’t want to risk what we have for the sake of a receptionist. Neither does she actually, she’s a nice girl. You could get along if you tried.”

  I scowl at him. His response is to flash me a sly smile and a nod. “Yeah, I guess not.”

  “You promise she’s not interested in you?”

  Ink kisses me deeply. “No, she knows I’m all yours.” He laughs, “I think you scared her away to be honest.”

  I smile, proud of my threatening demeanor. “I’m happy to hear it.”

  Ink growls. That noise always sends shivers through me. “Woman, I love you when you’re feisty.”

  I freeze and I feel Ink tense too. I did just hear him right, didn’t I?

  I stare up at him and Ink looks real serious. “What?”

  He just continues to stare at me, from what he’s told me before he’s not good at expressing his feelings. From the look on his face, he didn’t mean to say that and now he’s panicking. I come up with the perfect solution to calm him. I reach my hand down onto his crotch, squeezing his cock through his jeans. The glaze over Ink’s eyes lessens the harder his cock gets. When he’s fully come back to me he crushes his mouth onto mine. When he’s satisfied himself he pulls back, hands still on either side of my face as he speaks.

  “It’s true.”

  His lips are back on mine before I can reply. My mind spinning with what he’s just said. His kissing leaves me dizzy. Ink quickly disappears. He jumps out and I watch as he runs around the front to come round and pull open my door. Ink grabs me out of the car, shutting the door and pushing me against it. With my back leaning onto the car, Ink lifts one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist. He devours my mouth again before I can protest. His hands grabbing my hair so I can’t move, not that I want to.

  However when I hear cheering, I gasp and quickly break away from him. I look over to see a group of Severed members watching us make up.

  Ink leans back into me, but I stop him. “Ink, we can’t.”

  He sees me looking at his brothers and smirks. “Let them watch.”

  “Ink!”

  He looks me up and down. “I gotta have you baby, I need to show you how much you mean to me. “ He kisses from my earlobe down to my neck. “Besides, you need punishing for shouting at me and running away.”

  Suddenly Ink is lifting me, carrying me over his shoulder. I’m glad I wore my shorts rather than a skirt today.

  “Ink! What the fuck?” I scream, which makes the guys laugh more.

  A sharp slap on my ass shuts me up. “Time for your punishment.”

  “Ink, put me down!” He carries on walking, my struggling doing nothing at all to change the situation. “Put me down right now!” I demand.

  We enter the clubhouse as I’m shouting and I can feel everyone’s eyes on me.

  “Line up fellers!” Ink shouts. “My girl needs a spanking.”

  What is he talking about?

  I lift my head a little and see some of the members lining up side by side along the bar and around the corner. Surely he doesn’t mean what I think he means? He wouldn’t want another man to touch my ass.

  But as he nears Prez who is wearing a huge grin, my suspicions are confirmed. “Ready for a red ass?”

  “Ink!” I shout, but it’s no use.

  Ink gives the command and Prez brings his hand down. My back jumps when his hand makes contact with my denim-covered ass. I see Prez walk away as another slap comes down. Smack after smack lands on my behind as the club members each take their turn. The more I’m spanked, the harsher they feel. I’ve probably counted thirty when Ink brings them to a halt. I feel limp in his arms as he carries me to our room and lays me down on the bed. He removes my shorts and top. I watch him as he undresses in front of me. Silent and horny.

  It feels weird that I’m so turned on I can’t think straight, but here I am. I don’t want to do anything other than watch Ink. When he’s naked and ready, he turns me over so I’m lying on my stomach. When he sees the perfect view of my bare ass he moans.

  “God baby, your ass looks amazing.” I feel his hands glide over my heated flesh. It feels nice, until his hand comes down. Slapping me so hard I have tears in my eyes. I feel his teeth bite down onto my plump cheek then he licks away the pain. I groan into the pillow, damn that feels so freaking good.

  Ink spreads my legs, his tongue travelling up between my inner thighs. I tilt my bottom up into the air as his mouth meets my wetness. That glorious tongue of his working wonders on my clit. I catch my breath as his mouth travels from my pussy to my ass, swirling around my rose bud as he grabs onto my ass cheeks.

  I’m spun around again so that I’m lying on my back now, giving Ink easier access to my wet pussy. I moan as he brings me to orgasm. Screaming his name as I yank on his hair.

  I’ve barely come down from my high before Ink thrusts into me. That glorious piercing of his hitting the spot that’s always so sensitive after my orgasm. My mouth falls open. He fucks me so hard my screams fill the room. I shout his name over and over, letting him know he owns me completely. My eyes close as the feeling overtakes me. Ink stops just as I’m about to climb the top.

  I open my eyes. “Keep those eyes open. I wanna see them shine when I make you come all over my cock.”

  His words alone nearly make me come undone. I keep my eyes open, looking into his as he thrusts harder and harder. I fight so hard not to shut mine. I look into his eyes and what I see becomes my undoing. What he can’t seem to tell me, he shows me. I can see how he truly feels through his eyes. Later when I fall asleep in his arms, I realize that even though I don’t like what’s happened or Emma working with Ink, I trust him to not do it again. I also trust that Emma will keep her distance and know her place.

  Otherwise my claws might have to make an appearance.

  Chapter Three

  Rachel

  I walk into the tattoo shop for my appointment. I’m nervous as hell, but I can’t let it show. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve had ink. I’ve got tattoos everywhere, my thigh, chest and a full sleeve on my left arm. This tattoo though means something to me, more than the other work that I’ve had done. This tattoo is to remember the man I’ve loved and lost. I’m nervous because heading into this tattoo shop is heading onto the turf of the club that killed him. Not that they even know I exist. But they will. Very soon they’ll understand. They killed my man. Now they have to answer to me.

  I need to find out as much as I can about the club. I want them to lose someone they all love. To feel the pain I feel every day waking, and knowing he’s not there any more. No one knows I exist. That’s going to make my job a lot easier that’s for sure.

  The blonde on reception smiles as she greets me. Has she even got any ink on her? How the fuck did someone as vanilla as her end up working here? Probably by sleeping with some member of the club, or more than one.

  “Hi,” she smiles. “Are you Rachel?” Does she want a medal for working out who I am as I arrive at the same time as a female customer is due? Fucking moron. I’ve spent so long around club whores and criminal bikers I think I’ve lost the skills to communicate with anyone outside of that. I’ve no interest in it either. I grunt my reply and take a seat on the red and black leather sofa. It looks like a bordello in here, all black leather and red curtains and swags. Makes me feel at home.

  She must have communicated with the back room somehow as Joe soon appears. He’s done all my work so far. He’s not a part of the club, but he could be my way in.

  “Hi Rachel, looking forward to this one today. That’s some cool artwork you’ve chosen.” He grins at me as I follow him back to the room.

  I smile when he shows me the transfer before he applies it to my lower back. It’s a huge skull; it
’s not a girly, pretty skull. It’s mean looking and realistic, just how I want it. Large dark orbs with jagged bones where the eyes and nose would be. Gritted teeth in a strong jaw. There’s a double oval frame around it, with small four pronged crowns rimming the frame. It’s based on an old mirror I saw in an antique shop one time. Around the very edge, Joe persuaded me to add some feathers and leaves just to soften the impact a little. It’s a much more fitting tribute now rather than just looking like a skull in a photo frame.

  Because there’s a slight curve to my spine Joe asks me to sit back to front on a high stool in front of him, it will keep the skin tighter, making the end result look better. I straddle the stool, placing my arms on the padded backrest. I remove my shirt, sitting there in just my bra and shorts. Joe’s not much for small talk, he just likes to concentrate on his work, which is fine by me. He reaches for the remote control, upping the volume on the music filtering through the speaker system. Picking up his tattoo gun he starts work, and for the next few hours I lose myself remembering the man I am getting inked for.