Chapter 173: Matching Tattoos

The whole fucking club knows that she never wanted to be property. The Trio had a prospect that was their apprentice and would set up in one of the back rooms to give tattoos. - Scrapper

It was determined that no punishment was needed for the four of them lying to the club. Tats did get pulled onto the hot spot to explain why he covered up a property patch. He turned and looked at where Priscilla was now sitting on Porthos’ lap with Denver and Geo on either side. They sat surrounded by her family who were all anticipating the next generation of Mollys’ already large family.

Looking back at the officers, Tats shrugged, “That fucker never deserved her. They called me to Go Go’s room and I saw her bruises. I remember thinking that the last Lowery woman that I saw broken like that was Mia. No woman deserves to be treated like that.”

“But why Medusa?” Scrapper asked. “So, she can turn Leo to stone?”

Tats looked at the young president like he was an idiot. “That’s the problem with the Medusa legend; everyone only remembers that she was a Gorgon. Nobody remembers why she was transformed into a monster.”

“Enlighten us,” Trigg said as he sat back in his chair and crossed his arms.

“Medusa was a mortal, a priestess in the temple of Athena. She was beautiful and known for her hair.” He smirked, “She was Medusa with the good hair.”

There was a light ripple of laughter that moved through the room.

“Poseidon,” he looked at the brother from the mother house with the same name, “not you, the fucker that your named after,” he turned back to the officers, “beat and raped her. Athena, a woman deeply indoctrinated in the patriarchy, which is odd considering the strength of the goddesses, blamed Medusa for defiling her temple. In punishment, she changed Medusa into a Gorgon and banished her from the temple.”

The three presidents looked at each other, and they shrugged indicating that they were still confused.

“Again,” Toad said as they all looked at him, “why Medusa?”

“Consider her the patron saint of domestic violence survivors. Our Dartanyan survived hell and came out on the other side. She didn’t turn that sorry bastard to stone, but she did take the trash out.”

He paused for a moment and seemed to consider his next words carefully before he spoke again. “My sister was the first woman that I ever gave the Medusa tattoo to. She went back to her husband because she had three kids and was pregnant with number four. Her oldest called me one night, said that mom and dad had been fighting and his mommy was now on the floor and not moving. Krysta lingered for three days before the judge gave me power of attorney. Until that moment, it had been the man that put her there that had the power to make those decisions from his jail cell.”

“Any woman that comes into the shop for a Medusa tattoo, the Trio give to me. I don’t charge, and I will never charge.” His eyes flicked to Dom who gave a small nod. “Now if you want to call my ass out for covering up a property tat, yeah, I did it. The man was dead; he just didn’t know it yet. As soon as I saw that it was Molly’s little pretty, I knew the fucker was going to die.”

Turning slightly, he motioned to the three men sitting with Priscilla, “And those three? They have matching tattoos that make a lot more sense now. Just guessing, but she’s a baby girl, an angel and a doll?”

Porthos pressed a kiss to the back of her head, “She’s my baby girl.”

Denver smiled at her as he ran his hand down her leg to her knee and then back up, “She’s my doll.”

Geo lifted their linked fingers and kissed the back of her hand, “And she’s my angel.”

Priscilla smiled at each of them, the bruises on her face only seemed to emphasize what they were saying. “They’re my handsome men.”

“My question,” Tats turned back to the presidents, “would be that since we all know that Dartanyan never wanted a property tat, who gave it to her?”

The officers exchanged looks before standing and leaving the room. With the number of brothers in the room, it was easier for them to leave for a quick private meeting than kicking three-hundred men out for a five-minute conversation.

While they were out, Molly reached over and smacked Geo on the back of his head. He turned to look at his girlfriend’s father. As he turned, he motioned for Denver and Porthos to join the inquisition.

“Yes, sir?” Geo asked as the other two also shifted in their chairs.

“I want to see this tattoo that the three of you have,” Molly demanded.

Geo nodded and stood up as he removed his cut. As he untucked his T-shirt, Denver stood removing his cut and Porthos kissed Priscilla’s temple before standing and setting her in her father’s lap. Molly wrapped his arms around her, kissed her temple much like her man did, and watched as all three of her men stripped off their cuts and T-shirts.

On each of their chests, over their hearts, was the exact same tattoo. A baby girl with dark hair and angel wings who was holding a simple rag doll with yarn hair. She was cartoonish and sat on clouds with a thin halo floating above her head.

The baby girl and doll wore matching simple dresses. She was smiling and her eyes sparkled. Her chubby little legs and arms reminded Molly of all his little pretties and baby boys when they were babies. The entire tattoo was done in black ink with white highlights and only two small bits of color.

A small purple bow in her dark hair.

Brown eyes.

“You did brown eyes,” Patch said quietly.

“She has brown eyes,” Porthos pointed out. “All three of us prefer her without the colored contacts.” He smiled at her as she rested her cheek against her father’s chest. “She’s being her real self and not hiding when she doesn’t have her contacts in.

The door to the hallway opened and the officers started walking back into the chapel.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on back there,” Dauphin, the enforcer for the mother house declared as they all moved to their seats, “but you assholes need to put your shirts back on.”

Priscilla’s men pulled their shirts and cuts back on before sitting back in their seats. Molly tightened his arms around his oldest daughter to keep her in his lap. Smiling, she wrapped her arm around his neck and kissed his cheek before laying her head on his shoulder.

“Big Lou,” Scrapper called out, “we need you on the hot spot.”

“No!” Priscilla yelled as she stood up. “He did nothing wrong. There’s not much that I remember from that night, but I do remember Leo threatening his patch.”

“She was drunk and I regretted…”

Doc stood, “I think Leo drugged her.”