RECKLESS IN INK (BOOK TWO)

B2/C2

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Jäger

At the age of 15, my mother and I moved to America. I was born in Wolfsburg, Germany. I had a very hard and strict upbringing. I was taught to be a soldier from day one, my family were soldiers throughout World War 2. My family name was pretty well known around Germany as one of the cruellest families there, a lot of stuff happened, a lot of people suffered. Over the years my grandmother would tell me stories of what it was like back then until she died. My father was brought up to hate, he was taught to rule the house with an iron fist. Women were only there to cook, clean and look after the children until the boys were ready to join the army. As I grew up I saw a lot of shit, my father used to beat my mother until she blacked out and then he would turn on me. 

She couldn't take it anymore and decided to get us out of there before it was too late.

My body is covered in scars from both my father and grandfather, I was brought up to hate just like them. When I first moved here I was called a lot of things, a lot of racist things all because of the tattoo my grandfather placed upon me. 

By the time I was able to sign up with the army I was gone, my bags packed and on the train heading towards the base. I spent 4 years overseas on 4 different tours. You see things and you hear things but after 4 years I wanted to come home. That was when I met Whiskey, he was just coming back from being overseas himself and had joined up to prospect for the Armoured Beasts Motorcycle Club, he got me to prospect alongside him. 

For 9 years I had been with these guys, they didn't care where I came from or what my story was. At the end of the day, we were brothers. As the years went by women took one look at me and ran, maybe because of the scars they saw or maybe it was the tattoo, until one girl walked into the clubhouse a few years back. She was beautiful, she looked at me and didn't run making me interested, wondering why she wasn't. 

When I felt the sparks between us I couldn't help myself, I had to have her but it was a bad move. I can't stop thinking about her but now as I sit at her counter in her kitchen watching her. "So what's been happening while I was away?" Zelda asked me, pulling out a few bottles of water. She has been away overseas since she was in the army herself. 

"Not much this time around, just the usual," I tell her as she hands me a bottle. 

We became close friends over the last few years. I had told her things about myself but I haven't been able to tell her about the scars that linger over my body. I guess I'm just scared to tell her, I'm scared that she would run away and look at me differently just like the rest do. 

I watched as she couldn't stand still, Zelda was tapping her hands on the counter before she walked past me, grabbing my hand on the way. She pulls me into her bedroom, pulling off my leather kutte. I grabbed her hands to stop her as she snapped her eyes to mine, I could see the pain, the terror and the sadness behind them. "Please don't ask me… just make me forget for a while" she whispers to me. I knew what she goes through every time she gets deployed, I knew what it was like and I knew that sometimes we need to forget just for a while. 

I nodded my head and pulled off my shirt before I pulled hers off, throwing them on to the floor before I picked her up into my arms and kissed her.

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I ran my fingers over her bare tattooed back, feeling her shiver against me as she slept. I grabbed my phone quickly from the bedside table when it started to ring seeing it was Whiskey I rolled my eyes. "This better be good or I'll rip you a new one," I tell him, making him chuckle on the other end.

"Did I catch ya in a bad moment?" 

"Out with it" I growled. 

"Alright alright, you might want to get some clothes on, the boss called church and you're the last one not here," he says.

"Be there soon" I hung up before I sighed. I moved out from under Zelda but it woke her up. As she stretches out the sheets gets pulled down, making me groan as I knew I had to go.

"Running off somewhere?" She asked as I pulled on my jeans and shirt.

"Hawk called church," I told her, sitting down as I pulled on my boots. From the corner of my eye, I saw her get up and pull on her panties and a shirt before grabbing my leather kutte. I stood up and made my way over to her, grabbing it from her. I kept my eyes on hers as I slipped it on. 

"Go I'll be fine" she mumbled, leaning up to kiss my cheek before walking passed me towards her front door. I nodded my head towards her when I got to my bike, she raised her hand to wave before I left her standing there.

Pulling into the compound the guys were all outside "About fucking time" I heard Whiskey say with a smirk on his face. As we walked into the chapel where we held our meetings he pats me on the shoulder "just make her your old lady already" he tells me as the guys agree with him but I stayed silent as I took a seat in my chair at the table. 

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