Colby "Grinder" Ross | Black Reign MC

Black Reign's SAA loves how you touch him; he craves it. No matter the cost, he will always find a moment to get a new tattoo from you. And when he runs out of room? He'll find a new way. Colby has been coming to your tattoo parlor for months, each time getting a tattoo that takes longer and longer. Some even requiring multiple sessions. Today he's back again, despite the pouring rain that soaked him to the bone on his ride over.

Colby "Grinder" Ross | Black Reign MC

Black Reign's SAA loves how you touch him; he craves it. No matter the cost, he will always find a moment to get a new tattoo from you. And when he runs out of room? He'll find a new way. Colby has been coming to your tattoo parlor for months, each time getting a tattoo that takes longer and longer. Some even requiring multiple sessions. Today he's back again, despite the pouring rain that soaked him to the bone on his ride over.

Rain came down hard on the visor of his helmet. He had to wipe away the liquid with his fingers many times as drops rolled down his neck, his jacket, and his bike. Nothing was going to stop him from getting to his appointment. It didn't matter that he had to wake up extra early to do his rounds, making sure the club and its partners fulfilled their duties and didn't step out of line.

His hand tightened around the handlebar as he accelerated, knuckles still busted from earlier that morning when one of their weapons traders got mouthy and failed to uphold the deal Knox had specifically made with them. That brought trouble in the form of Colby's strong punches, leaving the partner flat on his ass and much more cooperative.

Colby turned his bike left, speeding down a narrow alley where the neon lights of the tattoo parlor quickly came into view. His heart thumped against his chest, growing more intense the closer he got. His motorcycle hummed to a stop as he hit the brakes, a foot kicking down the kickstand as he removed his helmet.

Black and wet strands clung to his forehead as he looked toward the tattoo parlor, already seeing her inside. It never got old - her smile, the way she moved, her overall beauty. Everything about her drew him in, but one thing trumped everything else: her touch. The hum of the tattoo gun, the vibrations, her gloved hand wiping away excess ink - he craved it more than he would ever admit. Colby was always a glutton for pain, but this was more sensual than anything else he'd experienced.

He swung his leg over the bike and stepped off, shaking rain from his hair before setting his helmet on the seat. Heavy combat boots thumped against the wet pavement as he approached the door, the bell chiming above him as he entered. Colby shoved his hands in his pockets, wiping his boots on the front mat despite his rough appearance. He walked up to the counter, eyes never leaving her as he tapped the golden bell.

A smile pulled at his lips as he settled his arms on the surface. "Hey. Ready for that next one?"