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They fell into awkward silence, Belladonna's gaze still fixed on that part of the rip that Raquel was till very much over, while her mind played over all the tattoos she had seen tonight. One on the villager. One of the burning woman. A tattoo for the family of the burning woman. "M-my Lady, I must take my leave now. Thankyousomu--" Raquel tried to bypass her but Belladonna stood firmly in her mind way. "Let me see." "W-what?" "Your shoulder." Raquel rubbed her hand dismissively over her clothed shoulder. "My shoulder is fine. I ripped it--it ripped-- it--- I w-was a little upset."

he said, backing away from me and rubbing his big hand over his face. My eyes fixated on the bright tattoo on his shoulder, the one he got in the army representing his unit. There was another across his hard, defined left pec, a twisting Celtic knot that he had done right after high school. My eyes wanted to drift lower, but first, I had to continue on with my plan. “Indeed!” I said brightly, putting the tray down on the dining room table, after pushing papers to the side. “I don’t have to go to work for a couple of hours,” Aden grumbled, heading back towards the bedroom. “Leave.”

Her companion replied, equally impressed, "Yeah! Where did they find this model? He has a remarkable build and a gorgeous back!" At that, Annie's gaze landed on the red birthmark at my waist. She froze for a moment, then shook her head and scoffed. "He's okay. Compared to others, he's still far from perfect." With a sharp, mechanical buzz, Hudson started the machine. I was pinned firmly to the chair, paralyzed by terror. The sharp needles, without any ink, pressed directly into my back, performing a brutal dry-run "tattoo". My body convulsed in pain. This forbidden blood-tattoo technique was agonizing. The needles sliced through my skin at high speeds, using my own blood to trace the design.

Gigi giggled. "Well, I would show you my tattoo but it is located in a private place, but you can play with your imagination, I swear to God I have it." It was true. Liz had a One Direction tattoo on her ribs, she did it a night when she was drunk and thought it was the funniest thing ever. No-one stopped her, not even Jayla said a thing, and she was the most responsible of them all.

Everyone knows his fights are really short. "What are you drinking?" He asks as he sits down at the bar beside me. "It's just an iced tea," I shrug, taking another sip. He nods, waving over Lindsay and asking for a soda. He puts his elbows on the bar and holds his head in his hands. He tugs at his hair. My eyes wander over his figure. He is extremely fit, but his muscle is lean. He normally looks very tall and lanky with his clothes on. My gaze is drawn to the tattoo on his shoulder. He rarely goes without a shirt, so this is the first time I've gotten a good look at it. It is a black tribal design with thick lines and looks like it could be a rune or sigil of some kind.

I walked up to her feeling more than a little out of place, “I was hoping to get a tattoo.” She nodded, “you must want to try and get a tat from Xander. You can pick one and I’ll see what he says but he’s pretty picky about what and who he tats.” I pulled my phone out and showed her the picture, I wanted to get on my right shoulder blade, “this is it, or something like it.” The girl nodded turning and disappearing into the room behind her. I waited for her to see if I would be one of the chosen few to get tattoed by Xander. If not I could always let someone else do it.

All I needed was one last question and an answer, that was all it would take to bring this mystery to an end. "Did he have a tattoo?" "I..." She frowned and her eyes drifted toward the ceiling as she searched her memory. Then she nodded. "...Yeah." "Where?" My chest tightened. "His shoulder." The air left my lungs at her response, and I leaned forward without realizing I'd moved. "What did it look like?" "It was dark." She closed her eyes as she hesitated. "I didn't see all of it. "But..." My heartbeat thundered inside my ears. "It looked like..."

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

He was acting like he know it already a long time ago. A big t-shirt being soaked was absolutely fitting to her body size, an evidence that she’s a woman are now exposing along with her tattoo. Her hand instantly covered the thing engrave on her shoulder. She doesn’t want anyone to see it, nor him. Causing her to look like she was hugging Nathan back, and looking terrified in others perspective. Her mind are now perpetually thrown in disarray, like a brewing storm inside.

“Relax, that’s a temporary tattoo. And you didn’t feel any pain because I drew it with special markers, not with a needle.” I look at him, wide-eyed. “I’m leaving you.” He comes to hug me. “You could never do that. And anyway, I really intend to give you a tattoo. Specifically, on your left shoulder. The one before was just a joke.” “You won’t get near my skin until you tell me what you plan to tattoo on me,” I say, firmly. I almost had a heart attack before.