Undaunted (The Kings of Retribution MC)

“It’s still not fuckin’ right, Bella. I’m a grown ass man lusting after a goddamn kid. There is nothing okay about that shit.”

“Gabriel,” I say, waiting for him to look at me. “I don’t know you that well, but I believe you’re a good man. My sister would be lucky to have you.”

Standing up I decide to wait with Quinn and Alba while he finishes the drawing. I go to walk away but decide to leave him with a bit of advice. “I understand the whole age thing Gabriel, just don’t take too long deciding what you want. My sister is a beautiful girl. It won’t take long before she catches someone else’s attention.” With that I let him be. I’ve said my peace and given my blessing.

The sting and burn of getting the tattoo is a little painful, but bearable. Since it was my first tattoo, Gabriel recommended that I might not want to get it on the base of my neck, but I was adamant.

“It’s going to be beautiful, Bella,” Alba says from right beside me.

“You ever think about getting inked sweetheart,” Quinn asks Alba.

“Yeah, one day,” she tells him.

“I know exactly what your first tat should be.” Quinn flirts.

I know what he’s doing. I try making eye contact with him to warn him not to poke the bear, but nope, he just keeps right on going.

“What should it be,” she asks.

I can tell by my sister’s tone that she knows Quinn is joking with her.

“You should get Quinn right across—”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Gabriel cuts him off. “Not fuckin’ happening, brother,” his voice booms, “she won’t be getting any prick’s name on her body, least of all yours.”

My sister’s cheeks are flushed red and I can tell she doesn’t quite know what to make of the situation. Looking over my shoulder, I nudge Gabriel’s leg to get his attention. “Hey big guy, take it easy.”

Then I turn to the shit stirrer, pointing a finger at him. “Quinn, knock it off.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Quinn feigns.

“Yeah, you do.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll be good.”

Turning my attention back to Gabriel, I say, “Now, can we please finish my tattoo? I’d like to get home sometime tonight.”

We make it back to the clubhouse a little after ten. I don’t see Logan’s bike so I know he’s not back yet from whatever club business he’s on. Alba goes straight up to her room while I head for the kitchen. I haven’t eaten since lunch and my stomach has been growling for a couple hours now. When I walk in I see Liz. She’s one of the club girls, who was also Cassie’s little sidekick. Ever since Logan kicked Cassie out Liz hasn’t caused any problems, but that doesn’t mean anything. I don’t trust the chick. By the look she is giving me I’d say she doesn’t too much care for me either. I go on about my business ignoring her and she’s smart enough to do the same.

After I finish my grilled cheese sandwich, I head up to mine and Logan’s room for a shower. Gabriel said getting the tattoo wet was fine, but to use a mild soap. Since it’s at the base of my neck, I pile my hair on the top of my head, deciding not to wash it. I don’t want to take a chance of my shampoo irritating anything.

Once I finish showering, I pull one of Logan’s t-shirts from his drawer and slip it on—not even bothering with panties. Logan will just tear them off anyway.

Propping my foot on the edge of the bed I grab my favorite lotion off the bedside table and begin applying it to my legs. I hear the click of the door lock and glance up to see Logan and smile.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Logan

I am hands down the luckiest fuckin’ man in the world. Coming back to the clubhouse, knowing my girl would be here waiting for me is the only thing that got me through this fucked up day. When I open the door to our room, I’m greeted with Bella’s sweet smile. Fuckin’ perfect. I love seeing her in my t-shirt. Since she’s been staying here, it’s the only thing she’ll sleep in.

Bella doesn’t waste any time walking over and, wrapping her arms around me. I pull her in, burying my face in her neck, inhaling the sweet vanilla scent of the lotion she just put on. I close my eyes and hold her for a few moments.

“I’m going to take a shower. Come talk to me, tell me about your day,” I say giving her a kiss. She follows me into the bathroom, then lifts herself back to sit on the counter.

I turn the shower on and strip out of my clothes, not missing the heated look on her face. “How did everything go at Gabriel’s tonight?”

“Good,” she answers cryptically.