Hammer

15 - Inked

Hammer

“Do you like it?”

“It’s perfect, baby girl.”

Willow smiles at me excitedly through the floor-length mirror on the tattoo studio wall. I brought her here a couple hours ago to get her ink. The same shop where most of us get our tattoos. We have an in-house tattooist, Roman, who does the work we want most of the time, but he’s only sometimes available. Today, he’s busy. This is where Tank brought Nova for hers, so I figured here would be a good place as any to bring Willow.

Roman won’t be happy about it, but he’s too damn busy right now to stamp my girl with the ink she wanted. I couldn’t wait another moment to brand Willow, so he’ll just have to deal with it.

The tattoo Willow chose was Property of Hammer, written in an arch on her left shoulder. Two hammers crossed over with snakes entwining them. Each Snakes Henchmen member has the same Snakes on his patch and brand. Diamonds for eyes, pistol smoke coming out of their mouths. It’s basically our patch but with hammers instead of pistols.

To make up the bottom rocker of her patch, it has the club’s name, and Tennessee scrawled across it. The perfect cut. It sounds like a huge tattoo, but it’s not. It’s perfect and sits proudly across Willow’s shoulder and down her shoulder blade.

My Old Lady inked.

Damn, she’s fuckin.g hot.

Willow designed the tattoo herself before we got here. Of course, it needed to represent our patch, but she just wanted to interpret her own little stamp, hence the hammers. Willow didn’t need to go all out like this, but she wanted more than simply the words.

Just like Nova when she got a snake with its diamond eyes wrapped around Property of Tank.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen one as hot as Willow’s.

Of course, I know why she wanted something so elaborate; she didn’t want the same tattoo as Cindy. Cindy simply had Property of Hammer. She couldn’t take the pain for more.

Not that I’d want Willow to have the same tattoo as Cindy; that would be beyond weird.

“I love it!” I chuckle as she jumps up and down like an excited child.

With the tattoo covered and her top back on – which I wasn’t happy about her taking off in the first place in front of this guy, but apparently, it was necessary – luckily her tit.s were covered – she comes running over to me, her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist. She kisses me like it’s the most natural thing in the world to do.

But, of course, it is.

“Is it weird,” She whispers in my ear. “That it turned me on like crazy having that needle buzz into my skin?”

“My own little kinky girl, huh?”

She nods and laughs. “Now show me yours.”

I set Willow on her feet with a smile on my face. She hadn’t known I would do this until we walked through the door. But I am hers as much as she is mine. She’s the only person I have ever done this for, apart from my parents. I didn’t even do this for Cindy. I don’t know why I didn’t; it just never happened.

I take off my cut and hand it to Willow. She holds it close to her chest with a smile while I remove my t-shirt. She’s wide-eyed as I peel back the tape holding the covering against my skin that protects my new tattoo.

“What do you think?”

“Oh, Hammer,” I smile as she stares at the Willow Tree tattooed over my heart. She stops herself from reaching out and touching it. “Property of Willow. Why did you do this?” She looks up at me.

I cup her cheek and stroke my thumb under her eye. “I meant what I said. We belong together. You marked yourself for me, and it’s only right that I did the same.”

“But you didn’t do this for Cindy. Why me?”

I smile and lean in to kiss her softly. “Because you are everything.” She has a stunned smile on her face, but I need say no more about it.

I recover my tattoo and pull my t-shirt over my head. Willow hands me my cut, which I slip on just in time to catch her as she jumps in my arms.

I laugh and kiss her. It’s so good to see her smiling like this.

“I can’t believe you did this, Hammer. But I’m so happy that you did.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

Willow smiles knowingly and slams her mouth against mine while grinding her hot little puss.y against my rock-hard coc.k.

I didn’t realize it would be this easy or feel this right to make Willow mine. Not one little thing about this feels wrong.

Why the hell did I fight this for so long?

If she keeps this up, we won’t make it out the door, and I need to get her to the safe house.

I asked Willow to call into work and tell them she wasn’t ready to return after all. I don’t know how long she’s gonna be at the safe house, and I can’t have her out there, even to work. Even if I had ten prospects following her, half the damn MC, I won’t risk anything happening to her.

When we arrive at the safe house, her mother is outside waiting for us. The relief on Lynette’s face is evident when she closes her eyes for a second. She opens them with a smile on her face and holds her arms open to her daughter, who runs into her mother’s arms, laughing and talking a mile a minute.

The look Lynette shoots my way doesn’t go unnoticed. She’s not happy with me for taking Willow and making her mine. I don’t know how she knows, but either Nova told her or her mother’s intuition is telling her.

God help me when Shepard finds out. Willow may not be his daughter by blood, but she’s as good as. He loves her as his own and always has. And after everything Willow has been through, he’s been extra protective of her. He’ll hit the damn roof when he finds out she’s already got my ink on her body. Something she put off for years with Trace.

It’s crazy that we both did that. There must have been a reason deep down, but I guess we’ll never know what that reason is.

The only reason Shepard let Trace live was because they spoke alone for a few moments, and for some reason, Shepard came out of the room a lot more understanding than when they went in. Every biker in the place thought the Prez would come out covered in blood, having cut the man to pieces. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. Shepard might well be the man every woman trusts, but he’s an evil fuc.k when needs be. But something about Trace stopped him from hurting him any more than I already had.

Willow. That’s what stopped him.

I only hope Shepard’s not too hard on me for this. Somehow, I know he’s gonna knock my damn teeth down my throat. But it worked for Tank when he claimed Nova and made Shepard see that he wouldn’t give up his girl for anything. I’ll make him see the same damn thing.

And come on, if he can let Trace live after cheating on Willow, he’s got no right to do anything to me for claiming her.

I guess we’ll see.

“Are you coming inside?” Willow asks as she runs back to me.

“No, baby girl,” I wrap my arm around Willow’s waist and pull her against me. I don’t give a damn that her mother is watching us. Willow is mine, and I will not deny her one second of my life. “I need to get to the clubhouse, but I’ll be back tonight. Don’t worry,”

“I’m not worried,” Willow tells me while wrapping her arms around my neck, standing on her tiptoes in order to do so. “I’m worried what Daddy is gonna say about this, though. If he makes you choose...”

“He won’t do that.” I have no idea if he will, but I won’t have Willow worrying about it either way right now. “Even if he does, I choose you."

Willow’s eyes widen as if she can’t believe I just said that. “Hammer.”

I smile. “I’ll be home soon, baby.”

“I love you.” She says it so effortlessly. I love that about her.

“I love you, too.” I kiss her again. “Go inside with your mother. Ratchet and Buzz will be outside until we return.” One more kiss, and Willow walks inside with her mother, who’s still giving me that all-knowing look. And if looks could kill, I’d be dead.

Charming.