Property Of My Sweet Girl Samantha
Dashawn
I looked at the ring I was holding. Mom swept Samantha away the moment we got to the house. We were staying at the club, but I took her home first. Tomorrow night, I plan on asking her to marry me. It’s also our one–month anniversary. I hope she says yes. Some would argue and say it’s way too soon, but I didn’t think it was. H*ll my Uncle Ripper, dad and Uncle Beast fell for their women right away. Uncle Hex fell faster, because he’d always had a
crush on Uncle Owen’s alter ego.
The Lord’s men fell hard and fast, that was no secret. We were loyal too. Once we made a woman ours, they had us hook, line and sinker. Today’s gift was something I hoped she liked. I pocketed the ring and snuck out of the house. I made my way over to Uncle Dozer’s and Aunt Becs‘ house. I knocked, I made the mistake of not knocking one time and walked in on a scene I never wanted to see again in my life. One should never know what one’s Aunt’s br*asts looked like with clamps on them, or even off of them. Gross.
Narissa swung open the door, grabbed me and hugged the sh*t out of me.
“Hey Cuz. Where’s that beautiful woman of yours?”
“Mom is holding her hostage in our family room. She’s probably showing her all my
embarrassing baby pictures.”
She laughed, and I followed her into the living room.
“Hey Jessie.”
“Hey Money, how’s it going?”
“Good, came to get some ink from Uncle Dozer.”
Just as I said that, my uncle came down the hall with his equipment.
“Let’s set up in the kitchen,” he said.
He sanitized and wrapped everything. I took off my cut and unbuttoned my shirt.
“What are we wanting?” he asked.
“Property of my Sweet Girl, Samantha. Then I want an infinity sign under her name,” I said,
showing him the spot on my left pec.
“Pretty girly,” he mumbled. He loved to give all of us guys a hard time.
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“Says that man that has mama’s name on almost every part of his body, including her assassin name and her road name. All saying property of, with it,” Narissa called out.
I snorted and then hissed when he dug a little deep. His eyes snapped up to me. Right, don’t be a p*ssy. I looked at him, he had his shirt off, and sure enough, I saw Property of Becs, Property of Maria, Property of Gunner, and Property of Hot Stuff on his chest, shoulder, stomach, and neck.
“Is your d*ck tattooed?” I asked, jokingly.
“Yep,” he drawled.
“Isn’t that a little too much?” I asked.
“Your daddy has his tattooed with your mom’s name too.”
“Jesus, that’s something I didn’t need to know. Wait, did you do that?”
“Yep,” he said again.
“You got that close to another man’s junk?”
“Doesn’t bother me, it’s just business. Besides, you telling me if Ice got his junk bit by a
rattlesnake you wouldn’t suck the poison out? He’s your President and best friend.”
“Looks like I’d have a new President and Demon is one of my best friends too.”
“That’s cold.”
He was done in forty–five minutes. It still amazes me the penmanship he has. Samantha’s
name in calligraphy was beautiful.
“Thanks Uncle D.”
“Anytime son. I’ll do your girls‘ too when she’s ready.”
I smiled, I hope so, one day.
I left and went to the club. I wanted to make sure my room was clean. I ran into Ice as I
walked in.
“Hey, how’s your girl?”
“She’s a lot better thanks for asking.”
“I need you to go on a run the day after Christmas, just a few hours away. I need you, Demon,
Crush and a couple of Prospects to pick up six girls. Crush will take a cage with a Prospect
and the rest of you will escort them. They contacted us yesterday. They are lying low in a
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run–down motel in a town called Bixby over the border.”
“Okay. Where are we putting them?”
“The new apartment building is done. That’s where we will now put rescues until we can find
them a good home. Each apartment has three bedrooms, so however many we bring in, they
can have their own room.”
I nodded. I still had my duties as an LOC member. I couldn’t just sweep them aside just
because I was a billionaire CEO, or because it was the holiday. I walked to my room, saw that
it had been cleaned. I went to the supply closet in the hall and got some shampoo and
conditioner that smelled good. I found some that smelled of strawberries and cream. I got
some scrubbies and a shower mist that I knew Samantha would love. I also grabbed some
soft fluffy towels. I turned back to my room and ran straight into Heather.
“What the f*ck do you want?”
“Thank you for stocking the shower for me. I don’t like strawberries and cream though, I like
the jasmine and peach smell.”
“Good for you, these aren’t for you.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“I mean, you won’t be showering in my shower. Now get out of my way.”
“Dashawn, stop playing. You can have me whenever you want.”
“Well, I don’t want you. You think I want a club wh*re that almost everyone else has probably
had a taste of. I don’t like to stick my d*ck in the public toilet, sorry,” I said. She gasped and I
moved around her. She followed me into my room and then the bathroom.
“You don’t have to be rude. I haven’t f*cked everyone,” she snapped.
“Oh, I know, my other–ranked brothers won’t touch you with a ten foot pole. Ice can have you, I
don’t care.”
“But I don’t want to be with Ice, I want to be with you. What happened to us, Dashawn? We
were in love in high school.”
“Yeah, until you decided to get f*cked at a party by some footballer.” I watched as her face
paled. “Didn’t think I knew about that, did you? You never wondered why, after that party when I got back from a run, I called it quits between us? That I only f*cked you when I got somewhat drunk. Yeah, what you didn’t know was Shooter was at that party, and he got it all
on video. I still have it, want to see?”
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She shook her head no. I scoffed and pushed past her.
“Get out of my room. I never want to see you here again. You and I will never be a thing. I will never f*ck you again, get that through your thick skull, I am a lost cause.”
She left sobbing, and I didn’t give one f*ck. I had my girl. I didn’t need her. Samantha was my
life.
I went back home and walked into the family room. Mom and dad were now showing Samantha home movies. I watched as she laughed with them as I sang along with my
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singing potty chair. Then I groaned as the three–year–old me asked my mommy if my pee pee would be as big as daddy’s one day, because it was so small now. Someone shoot me.
“Okay, okay, let’s not traumatize my woman, please,” I said.
“Oh, but you were so adorable,” she said. I snatched her up and sat her on my lap as I took her
place. Mom and Dad smiled.
“Where are your sisters?” Mom asked.
“I thought they’d be here by now. By the way, Cia is bringing someone.”
“Who?” my dad growled.
“Ashton Barger. He’s a good guy. We’ve been friends since I hired him, and I can tell you right
now he is utterly in love with her.”
Mom clapped and squealed. She wants grandbabies so badly. My dad just glowered and
said, we’ll see.
“Heard from Tally?”
“She’s here, she’s at Tabbi’s.”
“D know?”
Dad shrugged. We all know what happened five years ago. No one’s really talked about it. I
never broached the subject with Ambrose. I figured if there was something between him and
my sister, he’d let me know. I think, mute f*cker. Okay, he wasn’t mute, but might as well be for
all the words that come out of his mouth. I’m pretty sure the only one he actually talks to is
his mother. He would never disrespect her and not answer any of her inquiries.
“Well, she needs to get her a*s home. I want to introduce Samantha to her.”
Just then, the front door slammed.
“Where are you?” I heard my baby sister scream.
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I kissed the top of Samantha’s head and then stood and sat her back down.
My baby sister came running through the house. She squealed when she saw me and flew into my arms.
“I’ve missed you so much!” she yelled.
“I’ve missed you too, Sprite.”
“Don’t call me that. I am not a delicate fairy. I can kick some a*s.”
“Oh I have no doubt, but you’ll always be my Sprite,” I said, tapping her on the nose after I put
her down.
She looked to my left and her eyes lit up.
“Oh, my sister!” She screamed. I had to wiggle my finger in my ear because it was so loud.
I watched her launch herself at Samantha. Samantha’s eyes went big as she caught Tally on her lap.
“I am so happy you are here. I’ve heard so much about you! Cia and Kimber sing with praise for you. And they have taken a ton of pictures of you and sent them to me. You are even more beautiful in person. My big brother is such a lucky man.”
“Th..thank you,” Samantha stammered out.
“Let the girl breathe, Tally,” our dad said.
“Sorry, I just got so excited.. I couldn’t wait to meet you,” she said to Samantha, as she got off
of her.
“And you were worried she wouldn’t like you,” I said to Samantha.
“Not like you? You have broken my big brother out of his workaholic slump. I was afraid he would have a heart attack at the ripe old age of twenty–six.”
“I’m glad I could help” my girl said.
“Samantha’s parents will be here at five. I’m going to take her to the club so she can settle in,
and we can take a nap,” I said.
“A nap, yeah right,” Tally snorted.
grinned at her and winked. I had the Prospect drop her bags off earlier in my room. I didn’t see them, but I was sure they were in the closet.
I grabbed her and we walked over. It was only a mile down the road. The air was cool and
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crisp. Light snow fell.
“I have your present to show you. I hope you like it.”
“Dashawn really, no more presents please. It makes me uncomfortable with the amount of
money you spend on me.”
“Well, this one was free. I’ll compromise and tomorrow will be the last time I buy a Christmas
present.”
“Okay. I want to get you something too for tomorrow. Where can I shop?”
“There is something I want, and you don’t have to shop for it.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“I want my name on you. It could be either Dashawn or Money, but I want it tattooed on you.
All the Old Ladies have their man’s name on them.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Yes, I can do that.”
I turned to her and picked her up. I spun her around and then slammed my lips onto hers.
“Thank you. I’ll let my Uncle Dozer know, and he can bring his tattoo equipment tonight or
would you rather do it tomorrow morning?”
“Tomorrow morning. I want time to think about where I want to put it.”
“You can put it anywhere.”
I watched her, and she had a gleam in her eye. I narrowed mine, trying to figure out what she
was thinking.
“I need you to wear your cut now that we are here,” I said, putting her down, and we continued
walking.
“I trust my brothers, but it would still make me feel better if you wore it at all times.”
“I can do that. It’s in my travel bag.”
“Okay, then it should be in my room.”
I grabbed her hand and pulled her along. I couldn’t wait to get my cut on her body.
