Cassie
I dressed in a pair of army green linen capris and a white short-sleeved crop top. I then put on my vest. I was so damn happy. Ripper had on a pair of dark blue jeans and his cut, no shirt. He looked delicious.
We walked out into the common room and whistles, claps and fists pounded on tables were our greeting. All the old ladies and girlfriends rushed over and hugged me. Becca was wearing her vest too. She was behind the bar pouring shots and opening beers. She smiled over at me and blew me a kiss.
We walked over to Dozer who was setting up his tattoo machine.
“Heard you wanted some ink Poca Loca.”
I giggled at the nickname. I really loved it.
“Yes, I want Ripper on my ring finger, like he has mine on his.”
“No,” said Ripper.
“What do you mean no? You said I could
