Sin City Legends MC "Completed!"

Chapter 8

Two days later

“Rylee’s p.o.v”

So the other day we came over here to Bobby’s tattoo shop, Dustin ended up getting tattooed first. Because Bobby couldn’t decide on my new design, Dustin wanted him to add some flowers to my club tattoo and to make it more to his liking.

It was so boring sitting there watching Dustin get his tattoo, he wouldn’t even let me look till they were done. I was reading some stupid magazine, when he walked over to me with his cut closed. He told me to open it an I saw my name in this beautiful black ink, with the words “her Mayhem!” an a small blue flower on the very end right over his heart on his chest.

I didn’t know what to say, I was in shock, I never thought he’d ever do anything like this. But today was my turn, I hating getting tattooed it was painful, an uncomfortable for me. I was laying their on my stomach with my shirt up to my boobs. Dustin sitting next to me smoking a blunt. As Bobby a bigger around the middle kind of man, with a long beard that was braided up nicely, leaned over my back laying down the new outline.

I popped in my headphones as Dustin an Bobby started talking. I turned on my favorite artist again Connor Maynard, his greatest hits of 2021. His sweet voice singing into my ears. I reached over grabbing the blunt from Dustin’s hand an started smoking it. I could see the agitation on his face and I'm sure he said something in protest but I couldn't hear him either way. I needed something to take my mind off the pain that was to come.

I took four hard fast deep hits off the blunt, telling my body to relax the less I moved the faster it’d be over. That’s when I felt Dustin’s finger run up my inner leg from my ankle to the bottom of my butt, then he softly patted my behind. After he was done that’s when Bobby went to work, I could see Dustin pull out a new blunt an keep smoking. Dear God, the look of this man was enough to make me weak in the knees, its like the darkest demons of hell came up an sculpted his body to look like a Viking God. He was true to his word an did everything he said he’d do.

He took me shopping, he practically got me almost a whole new wardrobe, Prada, Gucci, Vera Wang, etc.. Besides all new riding gear, two helmets, gloves, new boots, riding pants, even a track suit. An the frosting on the cake the credit card with a $100,000 limit, an the $150,000 in my new bank account including my own brand new black on black Range Rover that’s now parked in his double wide driveway, right next to his truck.

I was on my million something song high off my ass, singing along to 7 years by Luke Graham, when Dustin popped my head phone out of my ear. “Angel, your done. Here look I took a picture on my phone.” I took his phone from his hand. Oh my God it was gorgeous, my once despised and hatred for this mark on my back was completely gone, and now it had roses an vines with thorns wrapping around the words. An “Dustin's his Anarchy!” written in perfect italics black ink just like my name on his chest.

As I got up off the chair, I walked over to the large mirror looking at my back. Bobby stood there, his dad bod hanging out as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “I think that’s my best work yet little girl. You show this one off with pride, I never thought I’d be doing a old lady tattoo for Dustin here.” He chuckled. Bobby wrapped me up with plastic an we were on our way again.

Dustin zipped up the new hoodie he got for me, an then put the half helmet on my head again just like he did the very first time I rode with him. He always loves riding with me on the back for some reason. “Are we going home now?” I asked sweetly.

“No, we have one more stop. I think you’ll really enjoy this one. Then we can go home an I’ll make something on the grill.” I just smiled back to him from his sweet words. Dustin’s been super nice these past few days. He hasn’t asked for s*x again though. I mean he wouldn’t do all these things for me if he didn’t feel something for me would he? Was I not good enough in bed? Did he not like it?

I got on the bike with him an we were on our way, I pushed those bad thoughts to the back of my mind an just tried to enjoy the sweet warm air on my face as we went along. The wonderful scent of his weed, polo blue, an leather filling my lungs.

The ride was smooth an peaceful, we pulled into a parking lot to a medium sized brick building. The sign read “Stoners Inc.” I got off the bike, an took my helmet off. Dustin took the helmet from me an hung it on the handlebars. He took his cut off, folding it in half then putting it inside the saddlebag and locking it closed.

He pulled my hair out of the bun, so it was sitting on my shoulders. “Perfect, come I want you to met someone.” He took my hand leading me along, we walked into the buildings glass doors. Their was a small sitting room, with a small counter.

An older lady was sitting there reading a book. When she saw Dustin she got very excited. She opened the side door an we walked in. She started hugging him an speaking in Danish I think, “Mormor! This is Rylee, she’s my fiancé. Rylee this is my grandma on my dad’s side.” She was a beautiful elderly lady, with long white hair.

She looked at me an clasped her hands to her face an said “Smuk dejlig, you didn’t tell me she was so beautiful an lovely! I can’t wait great grand babies!” she said with a high pitch sound. As she embraced me into a warm hug. “I’m here for my order, an to show Rylee around the shop. I thought maybe if she’s up to it, she could work with you Mormor for a few hours a week?” Dustin said so sweetly.

“Oh, yes! She may come in anytime she’d like. The older gentleman would love to talk with her! Her sweet face will make a killing in tips.” She said with a smile on her lips. Before I could protest thinking she was talking about stripping! Which was not about to happen!

Dustin pulled me into the next room as she waved us off. There was wall to wall m*******a and all of its greatness, all the different smells hitting my nose. You could get blunts, cartridges, gummies, cookies, flower etc. Oh my God! Dustin brought me to a dispensary. Oh my God his grandma works at a dispensary, I love this women.

“So I own this building with my grandma as you can see, she enjoys running the business an yells at me for smoking all the products. Now I know you haven’t been back here that long but just know there is a job here no questions asked if you want it. At anytime. Plus I think I’ll want you more if you come home smelling like this place.” He winked at me with a beautiful smile on his face.

“I don’t know what to say, its just beautiful here.” I said with a smile on my face. “Not as beautiful as what I get to see when your next to me.” Dustin cooed into my ear than kissed my hand softly as we walked around. I got to pick out my own goodies an it was put into a bag for me, I had the biggest smile on my face by the time we left.

Dustin helped me onto the bike, my back starting to feel sore from the tattoo. He took us smoothly home, I trotted almost back into the house, pulling my boots off jumping face first into the bed letting out this loud moan.

Dustin started laughing again, “Oh its not that bad! Angle. Life hurts sometimes you’ll survive. Here, I’ll rub this numbing cream on it, that I have with the thc an cbd in it on your tattoo it’ll help.” Dustin pulled my shirt up an cut the wrapping with his pocket knife. The cold blade on my skin giving me goosebumps.

Then cool air hitting my raw skin, sending goosebumps all over my body making my hairs stand on end. Then I heard the water running in the bathroom, Dustin’s cold hand was rubbing this cooling lotion on my skin that felt amazing. That my butt started to push out towards him as my back arched. He cleared his throat, after a few seconds an I let out this soft moan of pleasure.

That’s when I felt Dustin finish rubbing the lotion on my back than place his hands on my hips an he thrusted his hard on under his jeans, onto my bottom two times pushing me forward onto the bed making my panties turn wet almost instantly. “God, your f*****g gorgeous angel, with my name an my mark on you, f**k! Suck my d**k baby!” he cooed at me in a deep husky voice, I stood up pulling my shirt off the rest of the way, along with my bra.

I slowly bent over in front of him an started to pull my jeans down, when he grabbed my hips an spread my legs wide as they were stuck in my jeans. He put my top half on the bed an started rubbing the head of his swollen c**k on my tunnels opening.