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Besides, he will eventually find me. The man's thick fingers slid across her shoulder where a clear tattoo had been formed. When his fingers stroked the tattoo, the pain tore her heart apart and her body couldn't help but shiver while her back was covered with sweat. Her skin was fairer, compared to most other girls and her shoulder had been flawless without any acne or mole.

“I can’t believe he’ll be stuck with this forever.” “Logan, your girl here is a real doozy,” Rickie added. “She’s getting you good. You never should have agreed to this.” I swallowed. “I really hope you two are bluffing,” I said, which was just met with more laughter. But finally, an hour later, it was finally done. The tattoo was located on my right shoulder blade, out of my sight. I really feared the worst by now. “Alright, and you’re done,” Rickie said, helping me sit up and grabbing a mirror. “Take a look for yourself.”

I reply, pulling my pants up and making sure I’m good before I scoop Rosie up bridal style as it seems appropriate. I carry Rosie to the tattoo guy and she gets her tattoo. I decide her left shoulder is a good spot. I wanted to have her do it on chest, but I know a chest tattoo isn’t ideal and would probably give her parents a heart attack if they saw. I thought it would be a pain to make her cover it every time she has to see them. So, the shoulder seemed better and easier for her to cover. She takes the tattoo like a champ and when she is done we decide to head home.

Said the girl on the other end of the phone, who is one of my trustees in Japan. "Pavi, I need you to find all information about this person and this Logo, and when I say all, you know what I mean." I told her as I emailed her all the details. "Yeah, I know, hmmm about Argon Socherberg? Who exactly is this man? He also has a tattoo on his face, is this the new trend? This logo, it’s the same with your tattoo right?" she wondered. "Is there any pending mission there?" I asked lazily as I sat in my swivel chair, ignoring her questions.

Ash let out a long breath and then turned to face forward. He stayed quiet for a long while, making me very uneasy. “Tell me about your tattoo?” I asked, hoping the light topic will change his mood. “What tattoo?” He asked drily. I touched his left shoulder, “the one you have here.” He looked at my hand on his shoulder, “it’s a tribal mark. I got it after the initiation.” “Is it supposed to show that you are a man? Was the bear not enough to attest to your manhood?” I joked.

"Oh shit, why do you have a tattoo?" She ran her hands all over my shoulder where I was inked. She bit her lip and moaned or groaned I'm not sure which. I couldn't hold back the laughter as she glared at me like I'd done something. "What's the matter?" "How long did you have this tattoo?" She trailed one finger around the team number I had tattooed on my shoulder as she looked at me suspiciously. I'm not quite sure what that was about but then again I'm not surprised, the women in my life are destined to make me nuts.

They certainly deserved it after the nightmares they had been through. Macario and I stood up and started from Jackson down the line. I asked them where they wanted it because it would essentially become a tattoo. They needed to be sure they were okay with the placement. Jackson and Lilli wanted it over their hearts. Dent and Pati wanted it on their inner wrists. The girls both wanted it on the left shoulder blades. Macario grabbed my hand and had me focus on the power that I could feel coming from him. I gathered it up and pushed it out towards them. Each of their sigils glowed with a brilliant white light before turning into black tattoos. It worked. It fucking worked.

This will be a night for the books. My mom helps me get ready, because she begged me to let her. She does my hair in loose curls, and I tuck the left side of my hair back so that my tattoo can be easily seen. It is of a Lily and covers my entire shoulder. She does a really pretty burgundy smokey eye, that really makes my green eyes pop. Then she finishes off my makeup with a matte nude lipstick, a little peach blush and highlight.

Therefore Cain is here too. Noah sits in my lap, purring while either tracing the part of my tattoo that comes out of the top of my shirt or playing with the short hair on top of my head. I have a sleeve tattoo that comes up my arm and over my shoulder then up my neck slightly on my right side. It peeks out of any shirt I wear, including a tux if I need to wear one. Either way, he's completely in his own little world that is me. He's not even embarrassed that he's purring in front of everyone. (which he usually would be embarrassed) It's literally like no one else is in the room but him and I.

That’s when I caught his brow furrowing as his eyes locked onto my shoulder. “That tattoo,” he said, voice unreadable. “Is it new?” I knew exactly what he saw so I shook my head. “No.” If only he knew the truth behind it. I got that ink ten years ago, a pair of angel wings on my right shoulder, after the first night I met him. We were teenage boys then and even though he doesn't remember me now, I'm sure that if I told him about that night, he would fucking hate me. He was still staring at the tattoo, frowning like it had personally offended him.