Claimed By A Tattoo Part 2

He frowned at first then he nodded and took my hand in his, pulling me towards the couch. I sit there next to him while he scrolls through his contacts and calls someone saying “It’s time,”. I looked at him bewildered, what did he mean by saying it’s time?

I contemplated before I asked him about it and when I was going to ask about it there was a knock on the door. Austin allowed the person on the other side to enter the room. A man entered with a black suitcase and looked at his boss for further orders.

“Ella lay down on the bed,” Austin ordered.

Ella? Why the hell would he call me Ella? People call me Anna in short, not Ella. I roll my eyes at my thoughts. There is nothing to make a fuss about but still, I just wanted to point it out to him.

“Anna,” I said and did not move an inch from my spot. He sighed and looked at the man as if he knew what he was saying. He turned around and waited beside the bed with