Novel & Cerita Jamie Foxx Head Tattoo Removed

They got dressed, told everyone bye, and headed home. The rest of the evening they spent in bed just enjoying each other. The next week Jess got her tattoo and her old lady's cut. Axel is over excited about it. "Damn baby! That is so fucking sexy!" Axel growled in her ear. "Glad it's on your arm so I can thoroughly fuck you!"

My breath caught in my throat. Maddox's fingers tightened around my phone, but his voice remained calm. "Yeah. That’s the one." The artist hummed. "Yep, I did that for her years ago." Maddox leaned forward, pressing the phone closer to his ear. "That’s great. Do you also do tattoo removals? Chloe also recommended you for that. I got my ex’s name tattooed on my wrist, and I’d like it gone." "Yeah, I do tattoo removals too," The artist replied. "In fact, I removed Chloe’s spider tattoo three years ago."

Jamie said softly “But I will remember you. I know all your likes, dislikes and where you like to be touched.” He whispered in her ear. Jamie shaked in anticipation as he kissed along her jaw line. “I have something we want to give you, but it will hurt for a second. Do you trust us?” Richards's eye where dark . “I trust you and Amon with my life, you know that!” Jamie said. Richard smiled and suddenly kissed Jamie just above the right breast. Jamie felt a sharp burning and she gasped. After a minute, Richard lifted his head and smiled. Jamie looked down and saw a black spiral where he had kissed her. “ you gave me a tattoo” she said suprised

I didn't it from him. "Wait! Stop!" I tried to go in between but Rhyme pulled me away from the scene. "Havie, don't! Fuck!" I was dragged backward so Meter's punch landed on Rhyme's nose. I couldn't help but watch them fight. Until I noticed that my top was torn. I turned my back and it was too late that I noticed... my tattoo got revealed! "What is that, Hav?" Meter's voice was loud. He left Rhyme, went to me, and turned me around just to check what he saw. I felt like he caressed my tattoo so I shut my eyes when I heard him sighed many times.

I snapped my head back, to the system. "What about the tattoo on your arm, I suggest it's best if you get rid of it since Tunde Ibrahim and his men are still having it. And the man you killed has the same tattoo. If by any mistake, the police officers see it on your arm, you'd be a suspect." She was right. "Well, Ann. That's very thoughtful of you." I complimented her. "Thank you, Mr Friedrich." She replied. "Concerning the tattoo, I would get it off when I go to Texas."

His shock lasted till he fell on his knee and then crash down to the floor. Fool used his hand that had Fool tattooed on it to push his hair backward as his chest puffed out at his win. He walked to the falling Scarface and took his knife from his chest, and cleaned off the blood on it on his black polo, before walking out of the parking lot whistling a classic music tune. ********

"Thank you for visiting. I hope we can serve you again." The last sound was Jose's as he ushered a client out of Racher Art, a client who had successfully spent Jose's three-hour period inking a tummy tattoo to cover up post–surgery stretch marks. Three hours, sitting for so long that the man's loins rattle as he twists left and right. "Tiring, really tiring." No matter how much he grumbles, Jose is devoted to his job.

A familiar ache tightened my chest. But I refused to cry. Tears were a luxury I couldn't afford. I collected every shard and sealed them in a velvet pouch. The last of my illusions about Miles, now just broken pieces. The next morning, I walked into the best tattoo parlor in Chicago. "I need a cover-up," I told the artist, a man known for his dark, gothic style. He glanced at the small 'M' on my lower back. "Covering up a name?" "It was a mistake," I said, my voice flat. "I want a black phoenix. Rising from ashes."

Christian landed on an intricate tribal motif. I stood in silence, captivated by the buzz of the tattoo needle as Tig got to work. Christian’s eyes would flick to me every so often, intense and unreadable. As the design took shape, Genevieve’s name vanished beneath bold lines and swirling detail. When it was done, it looked like it had never been there. Honestly, it looked incredible—sexy against his olive skin in a way that made me want to run my tongue along every curve of it. Tig applied a clear bandage and rattled off the aftercare routine while Christian reached for his shirt.

One of the bodyguards shoved a foul-smelling sock into my mouth. Then, he pulled out a stun baton and jammed it between my thighs. I jolted upright, my muscles spasming uncontrollably, but the gag swallowed my screams. After they hit me with the current a few more times, my vision went dark, and I finally passed out from the agony. In a hazy daze, I heard the two of them talking. "This guy actually dares to compete with Mr. Brown for a woman. He found out he was Annie's husband long ago. He only went for that tattoo removal to put on a show.