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I groaned, thinking about spending the whole day with her. Watching her body move, inhaling her scent that filled the shop. I was in for a long-ass day, and I didn’t have time to rub one out before I went over there. Not that it mattered. My dick would be pushing against my zipper all fucking day.

“Got it,” I mumbled and went outside to my bike. It didn’t take long to get to the shop. Diamond Creek was a small town. I pulled up in front of Shadow Ink, Gunner’s tattoo shop, and watched her through the window for a moment.

She was so goddamn beautiful with her platinum hair and the tips dyed blue. The black cutoff T-shirt showed off her belly button piercing. Her ripped jeans molded to her ass, and I wanted to sink my teeth into the juicy globes.

I pressed the heel of my hand against my dick and prayed it would go down. Though spending the day with Indie, I didn’t see that happening. Not with the way she moved around the room setting up her station, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

Most people would see Indigo and assume she didn’t have any secrets. I knew that wasn’t true. Women without secrets didn’t lie about their age. They didn’t have a fake ID to convince people they were someone they weren’t.

I saw the deception in her eyes. I saw the wariness hiding behind the bright smile and sarcastic remarks.

I saw her.

And now that I knew she wasn’t my sister, maybe she would see me. Once I apologized.

I swung my leg over my bike and walked to the door. Pulling the key Gunner tossed to me, I unlocked it and swung it open. Indie didn’t notice me at first. A classic rock station filled the room with music as she swung her hips to the beat and sang along.

She was comically off-key, but her sexy-as-fuck body made up for it. You almost didn’t hear the sound coming from her lips when your eyes concentrated on the way she moved.

She turned mid-note and froze, dropping the bottle of ink in her hand, letting it smash on the floor.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Bruce called out. Gunner sent me to watch over you.”

Her eyes widened a fraction before she narrowed a glare at me. “I don’t need watching over. You can leave.”

Her arms crossed over her chest, and she didn’t move to clean up the ink she’d spilled or the broken bottle on the floor.

I slipped past her and went to the closet. When I returned with supplies, I bent down to clean up the mess. “I don’t take orders from you,” I growled, angry that she didn’t want me here.

I couldn’t blame her. Our last interaction hadn’t been even close to civil. But I took orders from the club. She could take it up with Gunner.

“I don’t need you here.”

“You don’t get a choice.”

If I were smart, I would have apologized the moment I walked in. But well, when you grew up locked in a cell by assholes, you learned everything but manners when it came to others.

Sure, my mother had taught us the basics, but that was a long fucking time ago and frankly, I was hoping an angry, pissed-off Indie would deflate my painfully hard dick.

So far, it wasn’t fucking working.

Chapter Two

Indie

Why was he here? Gunner knew I could take care of myself. I had worked in the shop alone plenty of times. Hell, I lived alone. I’d been alone ever since I ran away from the foster home they stuck me in after Magyk rescued me from the Trick Pony.

It hadn’t been a terrible home. The mom was nice. But the dad looked at Alice and me a little too much. We’d made it through three weeks before we’d decided to sneak out.

Magyk gave each of us girls a card with her number. She said we could reach out anytime. I never did. I was grateful she’d helped us escape, but as soon as she turned us over to the authorities, she vanished.

Alice and I had made our own way then. We stuck together for a few months, making our way across the states. It was clear we were different people. She was willing to do whatever she needed in order to eat and sleep.

I wasn’t.

I didn’t judge her. She did what she knew, what she’d been taught, and used her body to get what she wanted. I refused to let anyone use me ever again. Sometimes I wondered where Alice was.