Page 91 of Like Fathers, Like Son
I squeezed Anneka’s hand as she tried to pull away, probably unnerved by the huge biker looming over us while we were seated.
“This is Anneka, Pike.” The biker’s eyes widened as he turned to look at her properly, his eyes staying on her way longer than I liked.
“TheAnneka? The fucking whore of Babylon?“ She made an angry spluttering sound even as I dragged her up, so we were facing the bastard on our feet.
“That’s my woman you’re talking about, Pike.”
He caught on fast, nodding slowly as he appraised her again.
“Fair enough. I’ve got a gap now, so let’s get you in the chair and get started.” He turned to walk away, and I stopped him as I shoved Anneka ahead of me.
“Not me, man.Her.“ She turned horrified, betrayed eyes on me, even as I forcibly led her to the chair.
Anneka
WOW, BLAZE REALLY GOT off on betraying my trust, didn’t he? Just last night he was acting like he’d start respecting me, and treating me right, and today he was forcing me into a tattooist’s chair for ink I hadn’t even agreed to. I had no idea why I was even here, but I definitely didn’t want another tattoo!
“Blaze,” I started, as he pushed me into the chair and pressed a hand against my chest.
“Stay, babe. Let’s show him what he’s fixing.”
“Fixing? I don’t…oh for god’s sake, Blaze!“ He was talking about my fuckingDorytattoo, wasn’t he? The insane fucker couldn’t handle the fact that he saw it as some kind of fixation with his creepy dad.
He started tugging at my sweatpants, trying to drag the side down to reveal my tattoo, even as I fought him the whole time. I didn’t want to bare any part of myself to this stranger, or the two guys hanging in the doorway with their amused eyes on us.
Eventually, he used his knife to slice open the leg of my trousers to reveal the tattoo without removing my clothes.
“Don’t do this, Blaze!”
“Shit, man. Is that… isn’t your dad’s name Dory? You stole your dad’s side piece?”
Blaze’s eyes were, well,blazingat both of us in response.
“You see why it’s gotta go, man. Get the fuck rid of it. I don’t care what… actually, Idocare. I want my fucking name right there. Overwrite him with me.”
That asshole! I struggled even harder to get out of the chair, but Blaze used his full weight to contain me.
“Stay still, dammit!”
The guy was studying my tattoo, and shaking his head.
“I can’t cover it with your name unless you want the letters to be a few inches tall.” Finally! Some sense, some fucking help with this moron!
“I could put blue flames over it though. That’d work, right?” WHAT?
“You can’t! I don’t want this, are you listening to me, Blaze? I don’t want you to do anything to it. It’s my-”
“I can’t fucking handle that being on your skin, whether you meant to have my dad on you or not. It’s going, babe, so the only question is, are you gonna keep fighting or just fucking take it for me, huh?”
The bikers in the doorway were laughing now, and I could see I wouldn’t get any help from them at all. They were big mean looking guys, not like the ones I’d seen outside, and they all had the same patch on their sleeveless leather jackets. It was terrifying and humiliating all at once.
“You want us to hold her down, man?”
Blaze practically snarled in response.
“Don’t even fucking come near her. Pike, you got some rope or something? We’ll tie her down for it.”
Tie me down?I started struggling even harder to escape, and one of the bikers whistled mockingly.
