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All the waiting people have their eyes cast down except for three. A 5’8” man in an olive green shirt – that looks far too tight for his muscular frame – that shows off a colourful and intricate sleeve tattoo on his left arm, and camouflage pants. His black hair is cropped short to his scalp, he has dark brown eyes, a thick muscular neck, round jaw, square chin and just from looking at him I can tell he’s a cruel man. I can see it in his eyes.

Then the door opens. And then there’s Levi. He’s tall, just as his pictures suggested, with broad shoulders that fill his simple grey t-shirt. His brown hair is a little messy, falling across his forehead, and his eyes... they really are green. A deep, earthy moss, crinkling at the corners when he smiles. He has subtle, tasteful tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves – abstract lines and geometric shapes that look thoughtful, not aggressive. He just seems... cool. My gaze lingers on the subtle bulge of his biceps as he gestures, a quiet pull that registers even through my anxiety.

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A

Maya waggled her brow at Jared as he stepped out of the dressing room, looking like a stereotyped bad boy and ticking off all the boxes with his denim jacket which was opened showing off chiseled muscleks and surprisingly a tattoo, though it was an inscription that puzzled her: I want to be your everything except but one thing, Your past. It was very poetic and in all the tats did do Justice to the whole bad boy imagery that was being projected. "Howdy," she taunted, adding a wave and stifling giggle for good measures. He groaned and she chuckled.

His eyes glistened happily as I showed him the fresh ink on my wrist. "That's so pretty, love." "I know!" I grinned, totally satisfied with the tattoo. "Though, it kinda hurts a little so good luck with yours. Have you chosen a design yet?" "I did but I'm not sure you're gonna like it." "What is it?" "Well," he scratched the back of his head. "Since our names begin with the same letter, I was thinking why don't we just get a cursive font of a tiny letter J at the back of our ears?"

As he takes Addison’s hand and stands up, Addison glances down the length of his body, eyebrows raising. She had been so distracted while she and Javan were fucking that she didn’t even notice it, but with her shorts off, Javan’s thigh tattoo is in full view. It’s a floral piece, a black and white arrangement of tiger lilies and peonies. It’s gorgeous. The design perfectly accents the curve of his muscular hip. “Your tattoo is pretty,” Addison murmurs. She reaches out and brushes a finger across it lightly. “I always wondered what it was. Especially after all your tormenting.”

Jaela gasped. “What is it?” I panicked grabbing her shoulders. “Calm down son, show him your birthmark little one. I’m sure with his mind only on your romp in the sheets he never noticed it.” Jae rolled down the waist band of her yoga pants. There was an intricate tattoo of a lock surrounded by vines. “Your mate mark is that of vines without the lock” Tayen observed my neck. “Seeing as though you haven’t marked her, yet your mark is still incomplete.”

He faced away from her and stood. Lily’s eyes grew wide as he rose naked from the river depths. The bare muscles of his back moved with such grace and fluidity that his tanned skin glistened with water droplets in the moonlight. A johnson tattoo of a dragon snaked over his spine. Wide shoulders tapered down into a lean waist. She followed the lines of the ink on his back, which only brought her sight lower to the two delectable dimples just above his perfectly muscled…

Jostling his shirt to reveal the many tattoos under the grease-stained wife-beater. From his cuffed shirt, a dark but shaded sleeve of thorny roses, clocks, and crosses cover his right arm, while a spiralling black dragon travels around his left. Spine and scales shaded in, with burgundy lines that fade to a light crimson down its tail that hides below his classic wristwatch. Lucian Slater: Hey, bud. He crouches on one knee to greet his son's tight hug. Lucian Slater: I'm sorry I'm late. Gael Slater: