Page 1 of Truth Forever
Chapter One
Truth
Tattoos.
It was time for another one. It had been time for another one for weeks. My body was covered in them, bright, colourful ones that women loved.
My own personal story of violence and death.
Sure they were beautiful but wasn’t death beautiful? In its own macabre way?
Who was I kidding? Death wasn’t beautiful, I only told myself that so I could sleep at night. I had been telling myself that every day since I had first squeezed a trigger and ended someone’s life. Snuffed them out like a candle flame. That had been during conflict. A war where I wasn’t even sure who my enemy really was.
Now I knew who they were. It was a different type of war now, sure but it was still a battle. Of sorts anyway.
Pushing open the heavy door, I scanned the large shop front. My eyes squinting. Usually, this place was a hubbub of activity. The sound of the tattoo gun filling the air with its whirl, but today it was quiet. No one sat in the chair by the window.
And there was no sign of the man I was here to see.
Distantly I could hear the hissing of his tattoo gun and his soft voice. “Gent?” I called out loudly. He was obviously tattooing someone in the more private back room. Even though I was booked in today. Not that it mattered I had some time to kill. I could wait a little.
Settling my bulk into the leather chair, I scanned the street outside the window. This town was home, but it hadn’t always been. Growing up, it had just been the place my dad lived, a place my big brother and I visited sporadically. We had grown up with our mother. Far far away from towns like this.
And from men like our father. Men we had become.
If she could see us now, I had no doubt she would be turning over in her grave. She hadn’t wanted this life for us. I hadn’t planned this life for me either but I wouldn’t change it now.
The Black Aces were my life. I would do just about anything for that club, for my brothers, for the feel of the wind on my face as I opened my bike up on the road. Including kill if need be.
I didn’t like it, I didn’t even have to. I just had to do what I was told.
“Gent?” I called his name again, louder this time. I was a patient man but not being answered was grating on my nerves.
“Truth?” His voice was raspy like he was choking back laughter. “One second.” There was a distinct female giggle and a slightly lower ow.
My brows slammed down over my eyes. What the hell was he doing in that back room?
Was he fucking some woman?
Instantly my mood lifted. A grin split my face.
Who was I to deny a brother if he was getting his freak on? But I couldn’t deny I was curious.
It wasn’t like Gent, not that he didn’t get his fair share of women he did. That man could smooth talk his way into any woman’s panties. It just wasn’t like him to bang someone in the backroom when he was meant to be working.
So yeah, I was curious.
Lifting my weight easily on the arms of the padded chair I almost crept over to the desk positioned directly in front of the doorway the giggling was coming from. Leaning heavily on it I craned my neck to get a glimpse of what he was up to.
There was a woman there. Laying face down on the table. Or at least I thought it was a woman. I couldn’t be one hundred per cent sure. All I could see was long tanned legs and an ass…
An ass like none I had ever seen before. Perfectly plump.
The most biteable ass I had ever seen.
So I was hoping it belonged to a woman.
Give me a fine ass, and I was gone every time.
