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Don’t want to either.

“If you ever want a tattoo, I’d be happy to do it for you,” Ink tells her. “No dicks on the forearm, I promise.”

The tattoo gun stops buzzing as he lifts his foot off the pedal and smirks at me.

“All done, boss.”

I glance down at the little Casper and my eyes zone in on the tiny print below it.

For Birdie.

“Can you do it now?” Birdie asks, drawing my attention away from my ribcage. I look at Ink and he raises an eyebrow.

“Sure. You want a flower?”

She shakes her head.

“No. I want a quote.”

“Please don’t tattoo a biker and blind chick walk into a bar…” I mutter. Not that I have anything against it. I plan on having those exact words, along with the date we met, tattooed to the right side of my chest, right under the tattoo I have in memory of Abigail. And when I marry her, I’ll add that date too.

She slaps my arm, playfully before turning back to Ink.

“Let’s do it.”

Birdie and I swap chairs while Ink gets a new needle. Twenty minutes later Birdie’s first tattoo is complete.

Life is meant to be lived in color.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ghost

We never gotto go on our ride after I got back from dealing with Ralphie, both of us got distracted with our tattoos, then I took Birdie back to our room and fucked her until the sun came up. It was noon by the time we both woke—the perfect time to go for a ride. Now we’re back and I’m itching for round two.

I kill the engine on my bike and am about to turn and help Birdie dismount when my gaze lands on Bianca.

I knew it was only a matter of time before she showed her face, so her presence isn’t why I go completely still. It’s the man holding her hand that causes that. Shady was missing all day yesterday, and now here he is, holdingherfucking hand.

“Ghost?” Birdie calls. “A little help here.”

Snapping out of the rage filled trance, I turn to her. Holding the helmet in her hand, her eyes narrow at nothing.

“Is something wrong?”

I step toward her, but I can’t unsee what I just saw. My gaze shoots back to Bianca and Shady and Bianca’s eyes lock with mine. She quickly pulls her hand free from Shady’s and I turn back to Birdie.

Every part of me wants to run to her and drag her out of here, but Birdie deserves better from me. Turning back to her, I take her hand. But she doesn’t move from the bike. Determination sets in her features and she lifts her chin.

“Something is wrong, I can feel it.”

My jaw clenches and I squeeze her hand.

“I’ll tell you inside,” I grind out.After I fucking kill Shady and throw Bianca out on her ass.

“No, you’ll tell me now or I’m not getting off this bike.”

“Birdie—”

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