Bullied By The Ruthless Alpha Devils
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Before proceeding to slap a hand on Reigh’s shoulder when the artist stepped back for an ink refill.
Reigh grunted in pain, “Dick.”
And Taide laughed.
The artist returned and I leaned closer to see the tattoo, my amazement made my eyes go wide—the half-drawn art of deep black angel wings covered the upper side of his back.
I grimaced as the needle came down on his skin, drawing blood.
“Is the needle made of silver?” I asked.
The tattoo artist, Taide, and Reigh said “Yes. ” At the same time, and I physically winced.