THE TURNAROUND CEO
I asked, surprised.
He nearly choked on his drink and set it down, clearing his throat. "How did you know?”
“Your shirt rose up.” I tilted my head, eyes catching his. “What kind of tattoo? Let me see clearly.”
Doman hesitated. His discomfort was obvious, but after a while he lifted the fabric to reveal the ink. It was a gun and skull sprawled across his stomach."I got this for fun. Nothing serious,” he said quickly.
I shrugged, though inside my pulse quickened. Tattoos didn’t scare me, i worked for a mafia lord for three years. But Doman’s tattoo wasn’t just a mark, it was a warning. And yet, instead of fear, I felt a strange pull toward him.
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