hapter 52: Michelle Martin
I like being a nice guy. But I prefer to be a nice guy in the afternoon. – Ink
Ink eyed his phone that just chimed with a message. Who was messaging him so early? Glancing at the clock, he realized that it was already a little after twelve. Might as well get up, he thought. Grabbing the phone and saw that it was a group message from Little Marc to several other brothers and himself. Opening it, he saw a picture of a teenage girl who was way to skinny.
Michelle Martin.
They had dealt with her father before. He was more likely to drink his paycheck than feed his three children. Michelle was the oldest and typically did what she could to feed her younger brothers. Anything. One of the club brothers had pulled her off the street corner a few weeks ago. Desperate for money to feed them, she had offered her body.
Riffraff gave her a couple of hundred–dollar bills and his phone number. She was to call him if she needed more. Or anything else. Little Marc had told them that he knew her, Ink was pretty sure he liked the girl. But she was sixteen and he was now eighteen. Hands off.
More messages started coming through. Most of the brothers were at work. But Ink worked late hours at the tattoo shop. He sent a message that he would snatch the kids. He then sent a message to Celt from one of the other chapters. Within minutes, he was told to come by the office to pick up a car and some documents.
Ink crawled out of bed and into the shower. Less than ten minutes later he was pulling out of the compound on his bike. He wore his Saints cut over a plain black t–shirt, faded jeans and well worn boots. He stepped out of the elevator and was met by a social worker that they had worked with before. Celt also stood there, looking professional in his suit.
Looking at him with his red hair pulled back and beard neatly trimmed, a three–piece navy Armani suit and Italian leather shoes, Ink couldn’t help but laugh. Beneath the expensive tailored suit, the man was tatted out from shoulder to wrist on both arms. The
back piece was nearly complete and both calves were also sleeved. Outside of this office
and the court room, you would never picture him as a biker. And in his cut, you could not imagine him being a lawyer.
Celt knew what Ink was chuckling at and just grinned at him. “Some of us had to get real
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jobs and not just color between the lines for a living.”
“Never heard you complaining about my coloring skills.” Ink threw back with a grin.
“Twins want tattoos again this weekend.” Celt said with a little laugh at the social worker’s shocked look.
“Magic marker.” Ink clarified. “Donna, you don’t think that I’d actually tattoo ten–year- olds now do you?”
“I would hope not.” She said looking at her phone. “Judge approved temporary removal. With the history, hopefully, we can keep them this time.”
“Tank is setting up the safe house. We’ll keep them there for now.” Ink told them. “Do I still need a cage? Or am I just intimidation at this point?”
“Escort.” Donna Walker corrected with a grin as she called the elevator. “I parked on the lower level. I’ll wait for you.”
“See you in a few.” Ink said as she stepped into the elevator. He waited until the doors closed before turning back to his brother. “Did you mention that we caught her working the street?”
“Didn’t have to. She got arrested last week.” Celt informed him.
Ink swore under his breath. “I’m gonna yank Little Marc out of school too. Send him to the safe house. Pretty sure he’s got the hots for the girl.”
“You must not’ve seen the last few messages.” Celt gave him a grin and a chin lift.
Pulling out his phone, he looked at the messages.
Dino: Shame that such a pretty girl has had such an ugly time of it
Little M: Keep your eyes off what’s mine
Dino: I’m married. And she’s too damn young for me
Little M: Just throwing it out there
Riffraff: Little young to be claiming an old lady
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Absalom: Sometimes you just know
“He’s serious about the girl.” Ink observed.
“Seems like it. Go snatch some kids.” Celt patted his shoulder before turning his attention to the secretary that was waiting for him with information on his next appointment.
Ink always used the private elevator at the back of the offices. As did the CPS officers and others that were seeking discretion. Including the lawyers, staff and family. Because of this, he was not surprised to see Mia, Celt’s old lady, waiting for the elevator. She had two of Molly’s little girls in tow.
“You know that you can’t keep them.” Ink teased as he held the door open for her.
“Trust me, I know. Morgan was jealous that they were coming to see Celt today.” She said
smiling.
“I was thinking that their mommas and daddy would miss them.”
“Where Priss?” Annemarie asked Ink.
He knelt before the three–year–old. “She’s still at school, squirt.” He pulled his marker out of his cut and she held out her arm. He quickly wrote out her name on her arm. Diane, only a few months older than her sister, presented her arm also.
“I pretty?” Diane asked with a grin.
“Always.” He replied and kissed the top of both of their heads. Then he stood and kissed
Mia’s cheek and headed for his bike.
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