Riveted: Drawn Series Book 1

by M. A. Stone

  Chapter Twelve

  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.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Today was the day. I was so happy that I could tap dance. We were moving back into our shop! Not that I was going to look a gift horse in the mouth. We were all incredibly grateful that the local MC let us use their clubhouse to work in. No matter what we did, we would always owe them for that, no matter what Uncle Sid said. Seattle was working out well as the new shop apprentice. Chainsaw had volunteered to be his human canvas, but I secretly think he did it so that he could hang around all of us. Seattle was very quiet, but a hard worker. I found out that Chainsaw actually had a kid named Levi. He was 12. He told us that he did not get to see his son a whole lot, because his ex girlfriend lived in Kentucky somewhere and was not able to move here until she was done with school. My Dad had settled into my aunt’s house and she was steadily driving him crazy. He spent a lot of time at my apartment, which was nice and aggravating at the same time. He seemed to have forged this “relationship” with Chloe. I was going to butt out. I promised Jack. But Dad was in his fifties, she was in her thirties. Besides, I had other issues on my mind. Like me not getting my period. I was always irregular and I had been taking my birth control pills, so I figured it was all the damn stress from Axel not being around. I missed that little shit.

  I sauntered up to the new and improved Insatiable and was floored. The shop had brand new plate glass windows, a new sign, new bay doors for the garage, and new hardwood floors in the shop side.

  “How did all this happen?” I asked Matt, he was standing next to me. He looked as speechless as I felt.

  “Your uncle and his buddies did this. Those guys rock,” he muttered. I nodded.

  “Thinking of joining an MC Matt?” asked Chloe, looking tired and sarcastic. She had circles under her eyes and for once she was wearing plain jeans and a tank top. I looked her over and she grinned.

  “You okay?” I asked her. She frowned.

  “Can’t sleep,” she remarked.

  “Again, are you okay?” I asked.

  “If you and Jack would not be so loud when you are fucking each other, I would be fantastic,” she shot out and Matt cracked up. I could feel my face getting hot. Matt high fived Chloe. I shot him a dirty look and he stuck out his tongue. Pierced. Interesting.

  “That was awesome!!!”He laughed.

  “Matt, shut it!” I replied. He laughed even harder. Chloe grinned from ear to ear, displaying dimples.

  “Aww leave the wannabe biker alone,” remarked Chloe. I grinned.

  “Him? A biker?” said Jack, coming up to our little group. Chloe and I nodded.

  “That’ll be the day,” said Jack. Matt frowned.

  “What’s wrong with me being a biker?” he asked.

  “Dude, you are the biggest pussy that I know,” he said with a laugh, punching Matt in the arm.

  “You said I was pussy whipped, not a pussy,” replied Matt. Jack smirked.

  “Dude you were so afraid of your girl it was pretty much the same thing,” muttered Jack, walking into the shop.

  “BURN!” Chloe and I said at the same time. Matt shook his head and frowned.

  “He has no idea what he is talking about,” Matt muttered. I studied his face and when he looked up I gave him a small smile. Seattle sauntered up and looked at our little group.

  “Hey Seattle, you guys in the market for another Prospect? I think Matty boy here wants to join up,” shouted out Chloe. Seattle looked at Matt and shook his head. Matt glared at Chloe and I cracked up.

  “I don’t know. I think we have enough women to clean our clubhouse,” he remarked with a slow smile.

  “You guys suck,” Matt muttered, walking into the shop. Chloe, Seattle, and I laughed as we followed behind him.

  I had finally forked over enough cash to hire that private investigator. But he was based in Willowvale, a town that was about two hours from where I lived. So here I was in Willowvale, staying at a hotel, all alone. The private investigator had asked me to meet him at a coffee shop called Perkies. His name was Wolf Barnes, I am not kidding. The coffee shop was busy for the afternoon and I nursed my coffee, as streams of people came in and waited in the ever growing line. The barista behind the counter was handling it all like a freakin pro. The bell above the door chimed as an incredibly tall black man with piercing green eyes walked in. He was dressed in a charcoal three piece suit and he carried a briefcase. He looked around the coffee shop until his gaze settled on me. He gave me a perfect smile and I know I grinned like a goofy bastard.

  “Bleu?” he asked. Nodding, I gave him a smile as he walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. He shook my hand.

  “Hello.”

  “Been waiting long?”

  “No not really. Besides, I like to people watch,” I said with a smile. He nodded and opened his briefcase. He pulled a manila file folder out and placed it on the table in front of him.

  “Well I did some digging since you hired me. Did you know that the shop had three consecutive break ins over the last 18 months?”

  “No, I had no clue. But then again, I just started working there and I was in Philly before that. Axel is not a huge font of information with me either,” I replied. He nodded, pulling out a report from his briefcase. He looked down at it, reading it for a minute.

  “Apparently the first time, a computer was stolen, along with some other equipment. The last time, it was mainly property damage. Now I am not counting the one the shop had a few weeks ago. All of which was covered by the hefty insurance policy that your brother and his partners took out on the property,” he replied.

  “He did mention that, the insurance policy, once. Because of the neighborhood,” I responded.

  “Aside from all of that, the business is doing fairly well. He has a profitable business with an established client base. His personal life, that’s a different story. It looks shady, I won’t lie. I accessed his financial records and things don’t look as innocent as some would like to make it out to be. Your brother has been making monthly payments of one thousand dollars for the last year. But last month, all that changed.”

  “Who
was he paying?”I asked nervously. He looked down at his papers again and then back up at me.

  “It goes to a bank account.”

  “Whose?” I asked. He smiled.

  “It’s not that easy. Banks don’t just hand over that type of information as easily as they might have in the past. I have contacts working on that. I also accessed his phone records with the help with some of the same contacts. He made numerous calls to one particular number. It looks like a cell phone registered to an Andy Carmichael. I have an address for them in Willowvale, but that’s about it. I am going to keep looking though.”

  “I wonder what the payments are for and why he all of a sudden stopped making payments,” I said more to myself than Wolf.

  “Well Bleu, there could be a number of reasons. One, he was paying some type of voluntary child support. He might have questioned the paternity of the child and the mother caused some kind of issue. He might be hiding out from her. Second, he may owe someone money. They could have threatened him in some way and he fled. There are so many scenarios. Do you know if he had any enemies? Or if he had a gambling problem?”

  “Well I do know that he liked to fool around with rich girls. But I highly doubt he would borrow money from them or anyone. As far as a baby? He would tell us. I mean, how in the heck do you hide having a kid from your family and friends?”

  “It’s easier than you think,” he said with a shake of his head.

  “Do you know the name of his current girlfriend? “he asked after a moment.

  “Yes I do. It’s funny though, she disappeared around the same time that he did. We are not on speaking terms she and I. It seems when we get into a room, sparks fly, and not in a good way,” I replied. He chuckled.

  “Her name is Candi Carmichael. She owns a gallery in NYC. That’s how she met my brother I guess. She had been spending a lot of time with him,” I replied.