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SCARLETT Her hands moved steadily, wrapping the last bandage around my shoulder. Her touch was firm, precise, but I didn’t miss the way her breath caught when she brushed the ink etched into my skin. Her fingers froze. “Scarlett…” I stiffened. “What?” Her hand traced the mark just below my collarbone, where the edge of the bandage left it exposed. A black tattoo, shaped like a crescent blade tangled with thorned vines. I had almost forgotten it was there.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

Celeste seemed to be confused at the tattoo on my chest. She had been glaring at the few girls and even a guy or two who stared at me when I took my shirt off but now she was staring at the tattoo that was placed close to my heart on my chest. She reached out and gently ran her finger across the ink, sending sparks through my body.

She has no idea who she is dealing with. "Oh hey Cheska right?" I said, as if we'd met at the mall. I know she's the one who took pictures of me and posted them. I would really love to shave her hair. "W-who are you?" She asked, trying to calm herself down after her terrified expression. Playing brave I see. I removed my mask and looked at her with a smirk playing on my lips. Her eyes widened even more when she saw my tattoo. Something on her chest drew my attention: she had a tattoo of a mafia logo, layered V and S with flames in the background, Villa Samonte Mafia. Who would have guessed that this babe is a member of the mafia?

I was the one carrying Lenka, and as soon as I laid her down, her shirt shifted slightly, drawing my attention to something. Just below her navel, there was a wound I quickly recognized. I touched the scar, and at that moment, a doctor approached me. “Sir—” “This is a C-section scar, isn’t it?” I asked quietly. “Yes, sir,” the doctor confirmed. I then pulled her shirt back down and stood up, giving the doctors space to do their job. Even so, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. After she was treated, Lenka still hadn’t regained consciousness.

"No way! I saw her sell her kidneys. She still has the scar. Your skills must be off. Get someone else." The doctor slammed the chart down on the desk, his anger barely contained behind his mask. "I've been a doctor for 50 years. I can tell a missing kidney by touch," he said. "I'd stake my career on it. The patient has both kidneys. That scar you mentioned? Just from an appendectomy. If you don't believe me, I can run tests right now." His words hit like a hammer. Andre eyed Natalie suspiciously, but before he could speak, she turned pale, grabbing his hand. "This hospital is messed up. I want a transfer."

I will allow her to experience care and gentleness through my heart. I called her Scarlet. Despite her flings and one-night-stands, she is still a very strong-willed woman that does not allow herself to be broken. When I touched her, she felt the heat from me rushing into her more petite body, building an emotional bridge between us. She longed for a passionate session between us, which I willingly allowed. She was my first, and I let the rush of passion between us in my demon body. Making love to her slowly, I satisfied her needs and appeased her anger. Seeing her lustful face, I sought to tease her once more. “I’ll be leaving now since that is what you asked of me.”

52 cm scar from the eyes of this world. Putting on a blusher and contouring her features,were like a child's play for her. "Let the shoot begin"

When her baby didn’t make any more movement, Eve breathe deeply, tears rolling down for the last time as she covers her palm on her baby. “I’m so sorry little one. Mama so sorry. Mama so sorry. I love you so much. My sweet angel...” A strong sensation travels down her body form the tips of her finger. Strength fills every inch of her body and the wound on her sin slowly close up, leaving her skin smooth and scar free. Her eyes come back to life and her ivory hair was flowing freely with the powerful force slowly taking her body. Her eyes flickers form red to blue, showing the sign of her breaking completely but she squeezes her eyes tightly knowing it wasn’t the time to fall to her pain.