My Mafia Mate
But something about tonight, about being here with Logan and seeing him embrace his wild side with that wolf tattoo, stirred something inside of me that I didn’t know existed.
“Oh, no, I don’t want a tattoo,” I heard myself say, but even as the words left my lips, they felt untrue.
Rickie, ever the perceptive one, leaned against the counter, her own heavily tattooed arms crossed. “I saw you eyeing those designs, Ella,” she teased. “It’s pretty clear you want one.”
My face flushed red, because it was true; I had been eyeballing some of the designs in the book that Rickie had handed me when we were figuring out Logan’s tattoo, and admittedly, it had momentarily crossed my mind that I wouldn’t
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