The Angel Prospect (IRISH TATTOOIST NOVELLA)

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This will be relatively short in comparison to my normal books. Mainly because I only want to do Seamus and Bianca's story right now. 

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Corin was happy. Everyone in the club was happy. Hugh had gotten his daughter back, Deadeye got his most favourite person in the world back, and Ripper finally grew big enough balls to propose to her. But most of all, I got my stand-in mama bear back.

"I don't give a single flying shit about what you want in my wedding Beast, because I'm still thinking about whether or not I want to invite you." Corin exclaimed, throwing a fork at the Greek man.

I snickered, throwing a shit-eating grin at Beast before resuming listening to Corin and ignoring the glare I felt burning into my shoulders. She ran a hand through her thick hair and sighed, sitting back in her seat. "That fucking Ripper, saying he has club business to do whenever I even approach planning the wedding."

I was annoyed too. He had proposed to possibly the best woman on the planet- the best person on the planet- and opted out of wedding planning?

Pussy.

Ripper knew I mostly didn't like him, barely tolerated him in fact, but seeing the way he made Corin smile was worth his annoying as fuck presence. 

Shrugging a shoulder, I pushed forward a sketch I had done for her centerpieces- a low scale hourglass vase with vines twisting around it and white roses blooming all around, fairy lights attached. Usually, biker weddings were rustic, crowded and full of beer, but I knew Corin wanted something low-key, something only a select few would be invited to, and not at all like a standard biker wedding. Corin had been flipping too nonchalantly through wedding magazines, pausing for just a few seconds too long on slightly traditional, fairy light weddings.

She took the paper, eyes scanning over the rough sketch with a surprised expression that had a flush creeping up my neck.

"I knew you were good, but I seemed to have needed a reminder!" Corin said, impressed with my work. Her green eyes glanced back up at me as she stuck the drawing in a scrapbook, shaking her head. "Talent. Pure, unadulterated talent."

Ever since she had gotten me that art set for Christmas...I had kinda found my way. Found something I wanted to do outside of being a biker.

Becoming a tattoo artist.

I scratched the back of my head, shrugging her compliment off indifferently but secretly pleased with her judgment. She smiled at me in that all too knowing way, when she could sense my feelings but chose not to comment, instead turning back to Bianca, who was making Beast paint her nails.

"So, what have you been up to these days kid?"

I paused, looking up at Bianca. It kind of felt wrong just watching Beast paint her nails, mainly because he would kick my ass if he saw me laughing. 

"Piss all. Just helping out dad at his shop sometimes."

Bianca nodded, glancing over at the work of her lover. She held her hand in front of her face and grinned, a satisfied light coming into her eyes. I could feel Beast's pride from where I was sitting.

Corin suddenly sat up, cursing. I stood and immediately went over, coming to her side. She looked up at me and something slid into her smile.

"Ringer- you know the boy from that other gang- he'll be coming here for a few months. He angered someone from another town and needs a sort of safe place to stay."

Ah. Ringer. The image of a guy around the same age as me popped into my head, staying for a few moments too long before leaving. 

Corin flicked me on the forehead when I didn't respond, making me jump. "What?"

She rolled her eyes but settled into the seat next to me, a look in her eyes that I knew too well. 

She wanted something. And when she used that look, it usually meant she got it. I had seen countless people fall to it, Ripper, Hugh, Deadeye, Slater. I sighed in defeat already, but motioned for her to ask. 

"Can you please look after him? I'm kind of busy with wedding prep and he needs someone his age to hang out with." 

Lame. 

But she kept staring at me, gradually widening her eyes and pouting the longer I didn't reply. I opened my mouth to reply, but she tackled me in a hug, already knowing I was going to say yes. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you-" 

I waved her off but hugged her back, letting go when she leaned back. 

"When will he be here?"

Her nose scrunched up as she thought. 

"In another three days I think. He'll be staying with dad."

She stretched out next to me, a hint of stress on her face. Not only did she have a wedding to plan, but I also knew she would be worrying about whether Ringer was ok or not. I placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a little smile. 

"I'll keep an eye on him Cor. He'll be fine."

A soft look came onto her face and she sighed, patting my hand. 

"You always come through baby boy. Lord knows what I would do without you." 

I grinned and stood up, going outside to light a smoke. I had to actually organise my time now that I was apprenticing with Corin at the Tattoo Parlour. And what kind of shit did a guy like to do anyway? All I did was work, bike and draw. 

Ripper pulled up in the driveway, hopping off his bike and taking off his sunglasses. squinting when he saw me outside. 

I took a drag of the cigarette then glared at him. 

"You should be planning your wedding too, you know."

Ripper frowned at me, adjusting his jacket. 

I shrugged a shoulder, exhaling smoke. 

"Your fiance is stressed. Any cunt can see that." 

But Ripper wasn't any cunt. He was just the cunt. He looked at me for a moment longer then walked inside, a smile on his face as soon as he heard Corin say his name. In reality, the fucker didn't need me to tell him his girl was stressed.  He was probably out there planning some special shit for her that he didn't care about anyone else knowing about.  

I dropped my smoke to the ground and stomped it out, turning back to go inside. I needed to ask Corin more shit about Ringer. 

Like, how the fuck did he get a nickname and I didn't?