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Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

The guy chuckled as his eyes swept the room. Matteo slow blinked at the sight of her and looked away, standing like a statue by the door as he closed it. “A-antonio?” She breathed in fright. “Relax…this is Jimmy, he’s here to tattoo my name permanently into your skin, so stay still!” “What! Wait, Antonio…no, please, don’t do that!” Quinn started to panic but Antonio ignored her and instructed the tattooist to set up and get on with it.

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

I said while looking at the tattoo samples. Finally, Aaron appeared after a few minutes. "Alpha, Hector, it's been a while. What are we adding? Aside from fear to the list?" he chuckled, glancing at me. Standing up, I said, "I want this one," pointing at a picture of a tribal band tattoo with a wolf's face. As Hector nodded in approval, he smiled, "I think you've made an excellent choice. Let's get started," he said.

“Since the tattoo is a surprise, can you at least tell me where you’ll do it?” “On the lower part of your back.” After a little while, he comes back to me and starts tattooing me. “For having a needle on my skin, I don’t feel any pain.” “That’s because I’m amazing.” After half an hour, he announces that he’s finished. “Already?” I ask, bewildered. James nods, a strange smile on his face. “Look at yourself in the mirror.” I do and am shocked. “James… Why is there a tattoo on my back of you and the nun from The Conjuring hugging each other?”

I said as he took the bowl before wolfing it down. “Woah there tiger,” I giggled as he set the bowl aside, “Where do you want this tattoo?” He asked as I bite my lip, “On my back,” I replied as he raised his eyebrows, “Okay, and what have you decided on getting?” He asked, causing a smile to appear on my lips, “I was thinking of getting a blossom branch with the word rebirth in Chinese on my side,” I explained causing his eyebrows to raise once again.

It’s always been just me ever since Henry got hospitalized, we lived together after my graduation. Walking straight to the bathroom, I began humming cheap thrills by sia, nothing sounded better than hard clubbing and some good dick at the moment. My dirty mind was filled with images that how hard I wanted to grabbed by this tattooed stranger. Wake up Katherine!!!! I screamed at myself internally How can I be fantasing about a man I didn’t even know his name?!!! I had an apple and made my way to bed, sleeping is my favorite thing to do for the record, only if I could get paid for it.

My second favourite is his sleeve tattoo, it is a tribute to his sisters. I love how all his tattoos have meaning, unlike mine. I have two tattoos, the first one I ever got was a matching tattoo with Talitha. We found her Dad's gun and decided to explore with it, we had seen him work a few times so we gave it a go. I was the first to tattoo half a heart on her wrist with "spice" engraved in tiny cursive writing.

We lay there just enjoying each other’s company as his breathing and pulse returned to normal, his fingers drawing circles on my shoulder blades, sending shivers down my spine. “You’ll have to get my tattoo, you know.” “I know,” he smiled. “I won’t make you get it as big as mine, don’t worry,” I winked. “To be fair, my guy could probably make it work alongside your Henchmen tattoo.” “You don’t want me to cover it up?” “Why would I?” I questioned, one eyebrow raised. “The Henchmen have been a big part of your life. As long as you stay committed to the Valkyrie, I don’t have a problem with it.”

"However today, everything changed as I discovered you're actually a half-witted, harebrained, idiot whose silicone breasts had crawled to impair her brain." Scarlet's jaw dropped to the floor. She opened her mouth but before she could even say a word, I cut her off. "Have you heard of hypoallergenic tattoo ink? Based on your startled reaction I dare say you didn't. Perhaps you should have checked it on the internet first before marching here to accuse me of being fake just because of my tattoos." My voice thundered across the room, intimidating Scarlet who now stood on her place with her face, ears and neck turning crimson.