Truth Forever 1

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. 

“For fuck sake, Truth, lurker much.” Gent came into view. Fully clothed, and it hit me in a rush. 

He hadn’t been fucking the girl whose ass I was drooling over. He had been tattooing it.

Shame hit me for a second, but the view was just too good to worry about how pervy I was being for long. 

That  fucking ass, man.

“Sorry, man.” I held up my hands, palm outward and grinned at him. “I thought you were fucking….” 

“So you came in here to watch?” He didn’t sound surprised or even disgusted, just resigned. 

“Watch?” The woman listed herself slightly off the table with her elbows. “I….” She sounded shocked, but there was a note of laughter in her voice that she couldn’t entirely hide. It just made me want to see her face more. 

No one with an ass like that could have an ugly face… it just wouldn’t be fair.

“It’s just a tattoo; calm down, brother.” Gents usually smooth face creased into lines. “I’ll get to you soon.”

I knew when I was being dismissed, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.

I needed to see her face. 

It was like an overwhelming burning urge in my chest. I was on high alert, and I didn’t even know why.

“Can I see?” The words left my mouth in a rush. Normally people asked me that question. I hated it. And here I was asking some random woman if I could see what she was getting tattooed on her backside.

Gent groaned. “Jesus Truth, give the girl some privacy.” He barrelled around the bed, and I took a laughing step back. “Stop being such a bastard, perv.”

“Ok, ok, I’m gone.”  Grinning, I winked at him. He didn’t even try to hide his returning smile now he knew his customer couldn’t see. My eyes asked a question silently. Hot?

He nodded his head vigorously, his answer as silent as my question. 

Good, I retreated back to my seat. I knew she would be hot. 

***

Hot didn’t even begin to cover it. 

She wasn’t just hot; she was like a god damn angel. And she knew it. 

I actually leant forward as she finally emerged from the back room ten minutes later, my eyes meandering up and down her tight body in a lazy way that usually made women go crazy.

She didn’t even bother glancing at me. 

That suited me just fine. It gave me even more time to look at her. And I did look at her. The oversized shirt that looked suspiciously like a man’s that fell loosely over skin-tight jeans. She was the epitome of effortless sexy, right down to the thigh high no heeled boots that she wore.

“Put your tongue back in your head.” Roughly Gent cuffed at my shoulder. I hadn’t heard him follow her out. 

Who the hell would notice that brute or anyone else when she was in the room? 

“So do I get to see?”

Slowly she turned, a small line appearing between her eyebrows. “See?”

“Your tattoo?”

“Oh.” For a second, she just stared at me, her heart-shaped face unreadable. It was like she was debating with herself whether she should show me or not, and then she seemed to shake herself. 

“Sure.” She didn’t hesitate as she tugged the jeans over her hips, peeling off the dressing just below her peachy ass framed perfectly by a forest green thong.

“Nice.” I licked at my lips as I leant down to stare at the cursive script there.

Forever.

“The tat or my ass?”

Behind me, Gent laughed.

Smirking, I pulled myself up to my own height. “Both,” I added truthfully. I wasn’t about to lie. I didn’t lie. That’s why they called me Truth. Because I always told it. 

It was a fucking curse. 

I expected her to be offended. This gorgeous creature with her bright purple-pink hair and perfect butt. 

But she just laughed, throwing her head back, so all that hair fell down her back. “Good to know. Thanks, Gent.” Quickly she zipped herself back up. Dismissing me without a second look.

Was she seriously just going to walk away? I didn’t even know her damn name. I desperately wanted to know her name. 

If I could get her to talk to me, I was pretty sure I could get her out of those jeans again. And I really, really wanted to get her out of those jeans. The sooner, the better. 

“Glad you like it…”

I cut him off, my hand reaching too close around her wrist. “I’m Truth.” Giving her my most winning smile, the one that made my dimple pop and sent women wild, I waited for her to give me her name. 

“And I’m not interested.” With a laugh and a flick of her hair, she sauntered out. I watched her ass as she did, and then my laughter joined hers. 

It had been a long time since I had been turned down.  A very long time. It kind of made me more interested now.