Heart of a Tattooist: Dark Romance MC Club Alpha Bad Boy Obsession (Tattooist Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

her lip. She wasn’t used to being afraid. Generally speaking, doing things that were crazy and even life-threatening made her feel far more alive.
    This whole mess had done nothing of the sort.
    She added, “He wound up dead in the street yesterday, so I figured what the hell, they have to be more pissed at whoever killed the rotten bastard than me by now, right? I can’t keep hiding and I need to work. Period. They didn’t file a complaint, so nobody knows what I did, outside of the guys in that shop, and I doubt they’ll ever say it either. Gutless bastards.”
    “I’m Shane Wells. Show me what you’ve got.”
    She held out her hand. “My name’s Cara Van Tear.”
    He let out a low whistle and he shook her hand. “I see. I’ve heard of you. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you tat, though.”’ He motioned her to follow him to the reception desk. “Come on, let’s see your book.”
    Gratitude ran through her. “You should know they might be looking for me.”
    “Oh they’re probably looking for you, but if they come here they’re going to find themselves in a shit storm. Nobody screws with my crew.”
    “It’s a motorcycle crew.”
    “I’ve seen worse. They out of Memphis?”
    She nodded. Somehow she believed he had seen worse, but that didn’t make her feel any better. She took out her tools and laid them out. Shane said, “Nice.”
    She took out her book and he flipped through it. “This is really good. Just like I heard. You do your sleeves?”
    “Parts of them. My ex did some parts and I let a few others do work where I couldn’t reach.”
    He nodded. “Looks good. It’s a small shop. I get little custom work of the kind you’re used to. You want that work, it’s yours. Ditto the flash and stencil crowd.”
    “I don’t want to take your income.”
    “You won’t. I don’t really enjoy it anyway; I’m guessing you’re used to the kind of custom pieces like what are in the books, and I don’t really care for it.”
    She frowned. “Why don’t you do custom work?”
    “I do, but only if it matters to me too.”
    He was totally confusing. She asked, “Matters to you? Shouldn’t it matter to the customer?”
    The question popped out before she could stop it. Shit. She had probably just blown it. Now he would bounce her out the door without a single thought.
    “Yeah, it does, but my real reason for tattooing is not to do this. I do a certain type of work and this stuff, the flash and stencil and the custom stuff you’ve been doing, doesn’t speak to me like it does you.”
    Now she was intrigued. “Come again?”
    “You’ll see. In fact, you can give me a hand with the woman coming through the door, since she’s booked out most of the day and I already set up the shop as closed for the rest of the day because of it. That is, unless you want to start tomorrow. I’ll split the pay with you if you want to work with me on her.”
    She turned. The woman walking through the door looked drunk. Her hips and legs swayed at odd angles and she lurched slightly with every step.
    “Check it out, Shane, new feet.” She lifted a pant leg to show the artificial legs, and pity swept over Cara.
    Shane said, “Lillian, meet my new tat artist…sorry, I totally forgot your name.”
    He was giving her a chance to give herself a new name. She swallowed hard and said, “Cara. I’m pleased to meet you.”
    It was the first step out of the terror that had seized her ever since she had stood in that bus station and heard the sound of motorcycles rushing down the streets.
    Shane smiled, and she saw approval in his eyes. It was gutsy, anyway. Lillian shook a little as they went into the private tat room. She couldn’t quite get up on the bed and Cara made a move to help her, but Shane shook his head and she held back, watching as Lillian grimly climbed on the bed and then scooted backward until she could finally settle in.
    Lillian took her shirt off and pity became sorrow. Long jagged