Chapter 11
Hollywood
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I WAS IN the back of the clubhouse, enjoying my first beer of the night, when Devon walked in.
“Hey, babe,” said Brass, who was sitting across from me. “What’s up?”
“I’m here for Hollywood,” she replied and looked at me. “You free? I have a gal in front who’d like a dragon tat. Fresh canvas.”
I held up my beer. “Shit... I just sat down.”
I’d been working my a*s off all day, helping Phoenix, the club prez, with some roof work. Between doing that part-time and prospecting, it didn’t leave me a lot of energy to do what I really enjoyed, which was being an ink-slinger. But club business was top priority, whether I liked it or not.
“I hear ya, but she wants a custom job and has decided on a dragon. I could do it, but you’re so much better. And... I think yo
