Sin City Legends MC "Completed!"

Chapter 5

“Rylee’s p.o.v”

Chase helped me get Mikey settled in the club house. I got the bleeding to stop an the bullet out. Dumb ass shot himself in the shoulder, god he got lucky!! Also thank God for all the military medical training I did one summer with my uncle. I hated the smell, look an feel of blood it always made my stomach turn. But I did what was necessary to help the prospect.

When I was done, I went back to the bedroom where Dustin had took me earlier. I was in the bathroom with my shirt off, cleaning the blood off myself. I was looking at myself in the mirror wiping blood off my chest an arms when there was a small knock on the door.

I turned an saw Dustin standing there, he looked concerned as he stood there watching me. I ignored him, there was no point in covering myself when he already saw my mark. I have always kept it hidden, I hated it, an was disgusted but it, it looked ugly on me. I was always jealous of my uncles wife, her Property of tattoo was gorgeous with flowers an skulls.

I remember the day my uncle forced me into the chair at the tattoo shop. It was my 18th birthday. It was after my first time I ever smoked weed with a boy I’ve been seeing. His name was Logan, once my uncle learned about him an what his intentions were he ended that relationship an took me to the tattoo shop.

My uncle kept saying what an honor it would be for me to get this tattoo that not many people had it. An since I wanted to act like a big girl, its time I be marked as one. But what he forgot to tell me was now the club practically owned me an I hated ever part of it. Apart of me wanted to run from this life an the other half dug her nails in an wouldn’t leave.

Dustin stepped into the bathroom next to me, an grabbed the other towel next to me on the counter an got it wet an started cleaning me off as well. I didn’t flinch away from his touch but I felt my body getting very tight again. His scent started to surround me in the small room it was intoxicating.

I let out a soft sigh an dropped the towel from my hands, an turned to face him, my hairs that fell out of my bun just hanging over my exposed breasts in my bra. I stepped forward, as I got closer to him I opened his cut an started digging in the pockets. Trying not to stare at his naked chest infront of me.

His husky deep voice responded to my actions, “Is there something I can help you find Angel?” I turned my head to the left exposing the right side of my neck to him. “You seem to always have a blunt on you, I want one!” I protested at him. He let out this deep laugh at me, an leaned forward an kissed my neck as he gripped my wrist to my hand dipping in his cut.

He kissed my neck a couple more times an spoke, “Here is where I’m placing my mark later tonight when we get back home. We have a few things to talk about. Your mine from now on, no ones to touch you but me your my old lady understood.” I pulled away from him, he released my wrists an pulled out a blunt for me leaving it on the counter next to me with the lighter as he left me standing there. Holding myself with my arms semi wrapped around my waist.

I didn’t know what to say, so I picked it up an lit it. I took three hard hits an put it out an into my bra for safe keeping. My shirt was soaking in the sink next to me, I walked back into the room were Dustin was sitting holding the helmet in his hands. It looked like something heavy was on his mind.

I went to pick up the zip up off the floor when Dustin said, “No, its got blood on it, leave it there a sweetbutt will clean it up.” He got up an opened the closet door an grabbed me a blue t-shirt. He walked back to me, an put it over my head for me, I pulled my arms through it, tying up the side so it wouldn’t blow open under me since it was so big.

He reached up an took off his silver necklace an places it around my neck an the end of it fell between my breasts under the shirt then softly kissed my cheek, “Are you fine to ride home with me? Or should I bring the truck an pick up the Ducati?” He said so nicely to me. “I’m fine, are you going to follow me back? An why did you give me this? These are?” I pulled the necklace up into my fingers an rubbed my thumb over the writing, he spoke before I could.

“They’re my dog tags, till you bare my mark you can have these, then everyone will know that your mine. An don’t hide your tattoo either wear it with pride, you’re the first female to ever wear a brand like this, if anyone says something they’ll deal with me cause my names going under it very soon.”

I didn’t respond just stood there as he fixed my shirt lifting it higher so my tattoo was visible. He grabbed the helmet, then my hand an lead me back outside the club house an straight up to my father. My father was talking to Chase they seemed to be discussing Mikey’s situation, “Chase, schedule Rylee an appointment with Bobby, her tattoo needs to be finished.” He said firmly. Chase just looked at me then to Dustin.

“So your going through with this brother? I never thought you’d ever settle down. There’s always….” Chase said with a laugh on his lips. But I cut him off mid sentence. “If I were you I wouldn’t finish that sentence, I won’t tolerate him f*****g all these hoes anymore at the club house if he picks to be with me!” I hissed at Chase, I thought to myself that came out a little more snotty than it sounded in my head but oh well at least my point is getting across.

Chase lifted his eyebrow at me, an said. “Good luck breaking this one VP, you’ve got your hands full here.” I gave Chase a dirty look by his remark, an my father just laughed placing a hand on his shoulder. I dropped Dustin’s hand an grabbed the helmet from him, as I pulled his dog tags out of my shirt laying them on top so Chase could see.

“Call me if Mikey is having an issue recovering. I’m going back to the house now. Chase thanks for the help earlier but f**k you.” Then I turned an walked away from all of them back to the Ducati, that was parked in between my fathers an Dustin’s bikes.

Chase said something as I walked away but I didn’t pay attention. All I heard was Dustin getting loud as I put the helmet back on. “That’s mine now, you won’t talk about her like that or I’ll put a bullet between your eyes brother!.... Prez let me know, I’ll call the lawyer in the morning to start the paperwork. We’re taking the next few days to ourselves call me if I’m needed otherwise I need to spend sometime with my Angel.”

Then he followed after me as I was starting up the bike under me. He looked at me an said, “We’re taking the highway back, stay close an f*****g keep up. I’m not in the mood for more bullshit.” Then he got on his Harley an I followed him back to his place. The ride was smooth an quite, I pulled into the garage next to him an cut the engine.