Page 85 of Property of Camo

We let everything go that day. It is time to move forward and get on with our lives, no matter what is thrown at us, because being an Ol’ Lady of the Kings of Anarchy will definitely be a challenge.

One I am willing to take on, if it means I get Camo at my side.

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Camo

We have been back from Boston for two weeks now and it is time that I get my woman marked. That is why I dragged Skyla toSpirited Ink, the club's tattoo shop.

Things between us have been good. She made me wait before I got back into her body, and rightfully so, after the shit show I pulled. I think deep down, there was a point when I thought she would never forgive me.

I deserved it.

I know Skyla; she is strong and independent, it was what drew me to her in the first place. It is why my soul knows that she is perfect for me. it just took me losing her for me to see it.

Hurting her was never my intention, but my stubborn black heart got in the way.

Supernaturals go either way when they find their mates, some revolt, and turn away and be stubborn fucks like me, alsoThorin, but most fall into the mating bond, they want the love, the constant feeling of respect and loyalty.

My own choices stem from seeing that love can be fucking painful, that is why I kept Skyla at arm’s length, but now I hate her being an inch away from me.

We all look at life differently, but at the end of the day, we do what is right for us, even if that means hurting someone along the way. But in time we all end up where we are supposed to be.

The familiar buzz of the tattoo gun fills the air as I recline in the chair, watching my girl watch as I have her name tattooed down my forearm by Rolley. He is a burly man with a fucking heart of gold, just like his Ol’ Lady.

“Are you sure you want to be tied to this ugly fuck?” he asks Skyla, who is sitting on a stool next to me.

She giggles, and the sound goes right to my balls.

Smiling at the bold fucker, she taps her finger against her chin, making out that she is thinking about his question.

“Oh burn, brother, she hesitated.”

Skyla looks to me, her eyes bright with mischief. I love that she gets along with my brothers. They love her just as much, and I know they would kick my ass if I hurt her again. Hell, I would kick my own ass if I ever hurt her, not that I ever plan on doing it again.

Lesson fucking learned.

“Camo is not ugly. Far from it. He may be a grouch from time to time, but I can handle him.” She winks at me.

“Oh, baby, you think I’m handsome.” I blow her a kiss, making her giggle again.

That is why I could never hurt her. Seeing her smile, being happy and fucking giggling makes all the bullshit that I did even more fucked up. I saw how much it dimmed her shine, and I hated that I did that to her, so our future will be filled with brightsmiles, lots of giggles, and fucking screams from the orgasms that I give her.

She pushes to her feet then leans down, giving me an ample view down her shirt of her tits that are encased in a blue lace bra.

“You are handsome.” Kiss. “And sexy.” Kiss. “And all mine.”

Fucking hell.

Her words go straight to my dick, making my bulge prominent for people to see.

“Okay, lovebirds, leave that shit for the bedroom where I do not have to see this fucker’s cock anymore.” Skyla pulls back, cocking a brow at me.

“Do not ask, baby. Weed and Fireball do not mix.”

“You will tell me one day.” She sits back down, watching Rolley finish up my ink.

I have her name in a sweet script, with a queen’s crown that sits on top of the ‘S’ of her name. I made sure to have her name front and center for all to see. Just like she will have her property tattoo on her body.

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