Betty is back behind the bar, looking like shit with her eyes all swollen and black. She won't even look at me now, guess I better get use to it though. No bitch is going to want to suck my Johnson if she has to worry about Red breaking her nose. My dick's good, but not sure if it's get your face broke good. Inkman is getting ready to put my grim reaper on Red's left forearm, so that motherfuckers know she is untouchable. Her tattoo will be shaded in black and grey, the grim reapers face, with my name underneath with shaded red roses on each end of my name to give it a more feminine feel. Red isn't getting branded alone, I have to get her name inked on me too. My tattoo is a skull on my upper shoulder, there is a bleeding rose between his teeth, with her name, Red etched on his forehead. Can't believe I am a fucking owned man, never thought I would live to see the day. Red makes it through her tattoo without passing out. Slim says a small toast, in honor of the union. "To Grim, and Red, may he ride you as much as he rides his Harley." All of my brothers take a drink of shine, in mine and Red's honor.
