Page 68 of Lore
All eyes are on us.
It’s a small town, and everyone must know who the Serpents of Chaos MC members are, but it doesn’t stop them from being unable to look away.
We’re basically a spectacle.
It’s clear that all the women in town want to fuck them, and the men in town want to be them.
“I hope one day a woman comes along and gives you all a challenge,” I mutter under my breath, making them laugh.
Seriously, all they’d have to do is crook a damn finger, and I’m sure any of them would come running.
One woman in active wear almost walks into a stack of toilet paper.
“Can’t take you guys anywhere. Next time, leave your cuts at home.”
“What, you think that’s the only thing that makes us hot?” Bones asks, flashing me a charming grin. “Trust me, I get more women out of my clothes than in them.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not touching that one. How does your head fit through a door, Bones?”
Danger laughs, pointing to a candy aisle. “I’m going in there.”
“Need something to suck on?” I snigger.
Great, they are dragging me down into hell with them.
I get everything I need to make some chorizo pasta for about twenty people, and then we get out of there. The men pay and carry the bags, so I really can’t complain about having to take them with me.
After that, we stop to visit Rune and Curse at King Cobra Ink. I love the shop from the second I arrive. It sits on the corner of a busy street filled with cafés and boutiques, and inside it’s decorated mostly in black and white, with a dash of red. The walls are filled with designs, and there’s a pretty woman at the reception with ebony skin and long dark hair that reaches her waist. She’s covered in ink.
Her red lips curve into a smile. “You guys here for ink or just to cause some trouble?”
“Definitely trouble.” Bones winks at her.
Skull stands guard at the door while Danger and Blade stick by me.
Rune comes out from the back and smiles widely when he sees us.
Ah, Rune.
Perfectly tousled dark hair.
Even darker eyes.
Inked from the neck down.
A lip ring in the center of his lower lip and two black hoops in each ear.
And dimples. Did I mention the dimples?
“Daddy Lore finally let you out to play, Butterfly?” he asks in his deep, husky tone.
“I’ve been told to report any inappropriate comments,” Blade warns with amusement dancing in his eyes. “No looking for longer than three seconds, either.”
The woman’s brown eyes widen. “You’re the one who tamed Lore? We should call you the snake charmer.”
“She could charm any snake,” Bones agrees, and Blade pulls out his phone slowly, with a smirk.
“I’m Destiny,” the woman introduces herself.
