Dustin stormed through the front door of Tink's home. Heading straight to his room, about two seconds away from snapping on the next person or thing in his way. So angry at Mike for abusing his power over him like he was a god. For him to even think it was remotely okay to mention burning. Burning was something Dustin had actually witnessed once before he got arrested. 

Burning was the act of physically removing the ink from one's body by blow torch or hot iron it was a punishment that only happened to ones who were part of the gang and crossed them in some way or to someone who wanted out.

Dustin being an Enforcer, at the time he was sworn to be present for it, all titled members must show up. He could still smell the burning flesh as he thought about it. The member was tired down, to keep from running, while rods were heated up over an open flame. Waiting for the rod to get red hot before the leader pressed it to any ink the member carried that represented the gang in any way shape or form.

Burning away any signs of ever being part of the family. Dustin thinking about all the ink he had gotten when he was younger. The ink that was tired to the Sons the flesh Mike quickly jumped to destroying like he meant nothing at all. A light knock at his door pulled him from his anger for the moment.

“I’m not in the mood Tink and I know what you did.” He called out wanting her to just leave him alone.

“It’s Danni.”

Getting up from his bed, opening the door, “What are you doing here?”

Anger flowing in his words as he questioned her not even sure if he was in the mood for her right now. So caught up in his own anger to be pulled from it completely, even by her.

“I heard what Mike said to you.”

“It doesn’t fucking matter, nothing matters anymore.”

Dustin moved away from the door, falling back onto the middle of his bed, hands covering his face as he tried to steady himself. The anger was causing him to shake as he laid there.

“I mean. . . he does remember that I went to prison for him right? He remembers that it was supposed to be him there that night not me. Haven’t even gotten a single fucking thank you from him. Just orders. Now that he runs the show he clearly doesn't care about who’s beneath him. Things don’t feel the same. Nothing is the same anymore yet, it’s still the same bullshit.”

His own words were starting to confuse him. Dustin wasn’t sure what to think. His mind whirling around. It hasn’t rested for a single moment since he was released. Part of him thinking prison life was so much easier to handle. Danni closed the door behind her as she listened to him. The details of that fatal night were told and altered many times. She knew that Mike carried a burden around with him because of it. 

Dustin sat up straight looking over at her, eyes narrowing as she moved closer to him watching as she pulled her shirt up over her head tossing it to the floor; no bra. Danni reached out pulling at Dustin’s shirt, placing it beside hers on the floor before slipping out of her jeans and panties. Standing naked before him. Letting his eyes soak her in. Lips meeting his softly as her fingers worked on his pants. Dustin helped her slide them off, getting them out of the way.

Smiling, she pulled herself into his lap, hand gently stroking him as he kissed along her collar bone. Making his way down her chest, lips to one while his hand caressed the other switching off. Pushing herself up higher with her legs as she slowly guided him into her, breath quickening at this point. 

Dustin’s hands ran along her body as she worked against him at her own pace. Feeling her rising up, slowly clenching against him, then crashing back down over him. Her arms resting around his neck, fingers running through his hair. Danni muffled her moans against his flesh as she kissed him. Working herself to her peak, back arching into him as he came soon after her.