The Irish Tattooist

CHAPTER 12

こんにちは！！！！Soz, went full weeaboo then. 

Do you guys ever like forget what your main character looks like? I had to read through the whole thing again to remember, when I realized that I had character profiles of them on GDOCS. fuckin dead. 

Just found out I'm allowed to go to Japan again next December- gonna gain three kilos again, I can feel it already. 

Anyway, This chapter is dedicated to Shrazy, you lit af fam. 

I'm kind of tempted to write more about Seamus, but it has to be Ripper now. Maybe a Father Daughter date later on? Idek. Idek how a MC works, but lets just wing it. 

Thanks for reading! Please vote and all that Jazz. 

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Fucking Christmas. Now that all my wounds and bruises were healed, it was back into work- and that meant more drunk people were getting tattoos to 'feel the christmas spirit.' Feel Christmas spirit my ass, all they're gonna do is wake up and try to sue Slater because they 'weren't in the right mind to get one.' 

"So, you're Ripper's old lady now eh?" Slater called from his booth. I opened the curtain and yawned, nodding. "Yeah, I guess I am" 

Slater scoffed, pausing with a needle in his hand. "No guessing about it babe, he's already sent word to all the MC's in Galway. By tomorrow night, everyone will know the infamous blood red Ripper has found himself a lady" 

A little smile found its way on my face, and I didn't bother quashing the pleased arrogance. "This means we are gonna have quite a lot of visitors over the next few days" Slater continued, putting the needle back onto the client's skin. "Why's that?" 

"You've tamed the Ripper Corin. Women through the years have tried to do what you did- and it didn't even seem like you wanted to" Slater shrugged, flicking his eyes to mine for a moment. "Pres' all over will want to meet you, see the woman who was strong an interesting enough to have him claim her" 

"I'm not just his. He's mine too." 

"Yeah, but the clubs won't see it that way. They'll see you as an old lady- someone who no one can touch, especially since you're Ripper's. You're protected, and have some say since your Hugh's daughter, but other than that, there isn't much." 

I grinned slowly, raising a brow as I finished sketching the end of Seamus' tattoo. "Oh, I'm going to change that. They can try to fuck with me" 

"I don't doubt it doll. Not only have you scored Ripper, but are the daughter of the most powerful MC president in Ireland. You'll have a lot of sway" 

I shook my head, leaning back and looking at the tattoos spiraling my arms. "No. I'm going to have a lot of sway because I am me."  I sat back and called Seamus in, smiling gently at his hard frown. "Authority and I never really agreed" Seamus scoffed, stripping off his shirt and lying face down on the seat in front of me. 

I raised a brow at some scars, jagged and purple that ripped through his lower back. "Remember Cor, the whole space between my shoulders" I rolled my eyes and nodded, slipping on a pair of gloves. "Don't scream too loudly pretty boy"

His huff in reply made me grin, placing the stencil on his skin. "You could get into a lot of shit if you insult another pres or their own members" 

I gave Slater a look, "I've been through more shit than these clubs could give. They're the ones that are going to be trampled on in the end, not me" 

Seamus nodded where he lay, raising his arms and placing them under his head. "Ripper will fuck them up badly if they even looked at Cor the wrong way. Pres and I won't be too far behind. Plus, she has that crazy best friend of hers who looks like some sort of secret assassin"