Blood Demons MC - Viper's Revenge

Chapter Two

"Damn, Bella, this tattoo is fucking outstanding," Butch exclaimed as he looked at the mirror. "It looks like I have a breastplate on."

"I am glad you like it. You handled the long sessions well," Bella said, pulling off her gloves.

"Thanks, even though there were a few times that it hurt like hell," he laughed.

"I can understand that," she replied, pulling up the sleeve of her shirt to show off the tattoos which ran up her arm. "Now let's get this covered and you remember to make sure you keep it moisturized. If you see any excessive redness, come see me."

"As you well know, this is not my first and won't be my last."

"It would be my pleasure to complete your next one as well. Megan will help you out front," Bella instructed, as she put on the last piece of tape.

Once Butch left her tattoo station, Bella stood and stretched her arms above her head. She had been bent over Butch's chest for the last two hours straight. Grabbing her pack of cigarettes and lighter, she headed out the back of the shop to the alley. Once she was out in the warm June air, she lit up a cigarette, taking a deep draw. Fuck, that was what she needed. Business was picking up and at this pace, she was going to have to hire another tattoo artist. As she let the warm evening air wash over her, the heat suddenly reminded her of Phoenix, causing the memories of her past to seep to the front of her thoughts. Damn, she had let this day sneak up on her. She couldn't believe it had been sixteen years since she had seen Edward and it still hurt as badly today as it did then.

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She had returned to her friend's home after she had lost her virginity to Edward. Even now, she remembered his touch, the way he smelled, the way he looked at her as he came deep inside her. When the cab pulled up to the dark house, it shocked her to see her father waiting on the sidewalk.

"Daddy, what are you doing here?" Bella asked.

"I got a call from your friend's father saying you slipped out of the house telling no one where you were going. Thinking the worst, I jumped on my bike and headed here. Then I find you getting out of a cab in the wee hours of the morning. So tell me, where the hell were you and who were you with?"

"I was out with a friend," she said, hoping he would press the issue.

"What is your friend's name?" her father asked, his voice hard and demanding.

"Edward," she whispered, ducking her head so she couldn't see her daddy's face. No one wanted Charlie "Crusher" Swan mad at them. He was president of Satan Savages, a motorcycle club in Tucson. To everyone in the club, she was Bella Swan, but anyone who was not in the club knew her as Isa Stewart. When she was old enough to ask why, she was told for my protection. Not understanding at the time, she put it aside, but as Bella got older, she became aware that her father's enemies would do anything to hurt him, even hurting her or her mother. Her father and all the men in the clubhouse carried guns; on more than one occasion she had witnessed them pulling their guns, pointing them at someone.

"Edward what?" Charlie demanded.

"Masen," Bella answered.

Charlie's breath caught when he heard the name Masen. They were in Phoenix and he knew Anvil Masen's son's name was Edward. Fuck, this was what he had been afraid of when he had agreed to allow Bella to come to Phoenix with no protection from the club members. "Get in the house and pack your bag. We are leaving in thirty minutes."

"Daddy, I can't leave without talking to Edward. I love him," she cried.

Stalking closer, he placed his rough callus finger under her chin and raised it up so she was looking straight into his eyes. "You will never speak to that boy again. I am sending you to your Aunt Maggie's house."