Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

25. Alexis

I'd done this hundreds of times, but I'd never been this nervous in my life. After getting the ok from Ritchie, we were here, alone at the studio.

Plugging my phone in and putting on my personal playlist, I set about getting everything ready, while he stood watching with fascination.

Alright take your shirt off, I said nervously and he grinned. Slowly, he removed his cut, then his shirt exposing his muscular torso. I was glad to be sitting down. Had to clench my legs together just to calm down my lady parts. God the man was fine.

After shooting me one last, knowing grin, he lied face down, allowing to me get to work laying the stencil out on his skin. Once we were both happy with the placement it was time to begin.

The familiar buzz of the machine calmed my nerves, and soon I was in my groove, starting on the outline as I hummed along to the music.

After maybe 10 minutes or so, he spoke, breaking me from my trance.

Sooo.... what's your favorite color? He asked, and I couldn't stop myself from bursting out laughing.

What is this, 20 questions?

Why not? Figured we got a bit of time to kill, and I'd like to get to know my new friend better.

I internally cringed at his choice of words. After all, I'd been the one to set the 'friend' boundary, so why did it bother me so much.

Choosing to push that particular train of thought to the back of my mind, I focused on answering his question instead.

Lime Green. Like bright ass lime green. That would have to be my favorite. Whats yours?

Black... he replied without hesitation.

I rolled my eyes.

Geez, how original.

That's not how the game works anyway. You can't ask the same question back he stated back matter of factly.

Well aren't you just an expert at the game. What are you, a 13 year old girl? I teased, earning a growl from him. It was fun, giving him shit knowing he was at the mercy of my tattoo machine and couldn't afford to move.

We took turns back and forth, asking trivial questions of each other, when the room went silent.

Were you in the car when your parents died? Shit, he was stepping the game up a notch, digging for information. And being my petty self I wasn't about to wig out and lose the game.

No, I wasn't. My parents were both major druggies. I spent a lot of my childhood driving around with them looking for their next fix. The night it happened they were coming down so they dropped me off at Steve and Val's, that's Charlie's parents.
From what I've been told, they met up with their dealer but didn't have cash to pay for the goods. They tried to grab and run but got into a car chase with the guys, and my dad lost control and hit a tree killing them both instantly.

Fuck I'm sorry, he said, but they were just distant memories now. The ache that I used to feel when talking about my family no longer came. Shit, that was the least of my trauma these days.

Its fine. When I look back on it they weren't really parents anyway. I was more of an inconvenience to them than a blessing... I trailed off, allowing my mind to wander to my own baby I'd lost.

Your turn... he said dragging me from my thoughts.

Hmm... wiping the excess ink from the line I'd just inked, I thought about what to ask since we were upping the anty.

What happened to your brother? I asked, remembering what he'd told me in the hotel.

He left. The MC life just wasn't for him. Lives here in the city somewhere, but I don't see him, we don't talk. Think thr fucker expected me to leave with him, but my loyalty to our father and the club clearly ran deeper than his.

Just as I finished the last line for his outline... his next question came out as a whisper, and almost fucked up my work.

What happened to our baby...?

My mouth dried instantly, and I went to speak but no sound came out. Putting my machine down, he sat up so we were face to face.

Tell me Alexis. Please. I need to fucking know. His eyes pleaded with me, and as I stripped my gloves off me took my hands in his.

Nothing happened... I whispered back, holding his gaze. They told my the fetus wasn't viable. My body rejected it. I rejected my own baby. Its my fault.

Saying the words aloud made them all to real. It was all my fault.

Nothings your fault Alexis, he said firmly, squeezing my hands.

Then he grabbed my face and kissed me. Unlike I'd ever been kissed before. It was slow, passionate, like he was pouring everything he had into the kiss. I felt myself lean into him and his arms came around me. And in that moment nothing else mattered, and I wanted the feeling to last forever. Could I trust this man with my heart? Seems like I didn't get a choice in the matter anymore.