Wolf: SBMC Maryland, стр. 2
“Traffickin’ women?” I ask. He nods his head, a pissed off look in his eye. “Fuck. Now I’m glad I chopped his ass up.” We toss the bag over the edge and watch as it sinks to the bottom. Each of us taking a bucket, we dip them in the water to wash them out.
“You stickin’ around a while?” I ask Mayhem as I make my way back to the front of the boat.
“Probably not. My girl will be pissed if I stay away too long.”
“Heard that. I’m just glad I’m workin’ at the shop tonight.”
“Oh, that’s right. You’re the tattoo artist, yeah?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
Two
Krista
I step into the shop and walk up to the counter. The blue haired girl smiles at me.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m wanting to get a tattoo. Do you have someone available?”
“Wolf has time. He’ll be with you in a few minutes. Fill this out and I’ll need your ID,” she says passing me a clipboard. I pull my ID out of my pocket and pass it to her. It doesn’t take me long to fill it out and hand it back. “You can look around. He’ll call you when he’s ready.” I nod and glance around the shop. It’s extremely clean which is what I’ve heard and why I decided to come here. As I’m looking at photos and things, I see the little girl sitting on the chair. A man is bent over her, talking so sweetly that it shocks me.
“You are gonna have the prettiest ears in school, you know that?” he asks. The little girl giggles.
“Is it going to hurt?” She asks, her big brown eyes beaming up at him as he gets his things together.
“It’ll be a little pinch. Not a big one. And I know how to do it super-fast,” he tells her. She smiles as who I assume is her mom turns and smiles at me. I’ve never seen a man take such time and be so patient with a kid before. I’ve been to several tattoo parlors and had many piercings but there’s just something about this guy that is different.
“You ready? I’m gonna put this clamp on your ear so I know where to put the earring, yeah?”
“Okay.” I watch him place it on her ear and grab the needle. He doesn’t warn her, just sticks it in and chuckles. “Why are you laughing?”
“You didn’t feel it? This one’s all done! I just gotta put your earring in,” he tells her. She smiles so brightly that it nearly breaks my heart for many reasons. I watch as he finishes the other and the little girl jumps off the chair. She rushes to the mirror to look at her earrings as the man cleans up. When he turns around, I gasp.
“Hey,” he says making his way past me. I turn and watch as he walks back behind the counter. Blue haired girl walks back up and hands my clipboard to the longhaired man that I assume is Wolf.
“Krista?” He asks looking up at me. I nod and he motions for me to follow him in the back. My heart leaps into my throat as I take him in. He’s tall, with long blond hair and a scruffy beard. I let my eyes travel over his body, the way he moves. Damn.
“Right in here. What is it you’re wantin’ to get?”
“Your number,” I blurt out. He chuckles and damn did that do it. How am I supposed to tell him I want him to tattoo my hip with my panties wet?
“Where do you want the tattoo?” He asks completely cutting off my state of thinking. I could always go for one of those vagina tatts. No, no I can’t.
“The thing is, I want a whole leg piece. I’m not sure what I want it to be. All I know is I want it freehanded.” His eyebrows rise as he looks at me intently. I’m sure I’m not the only one that’s come in here asking for freehand work. There’s just something about its uniqueness that I love.
“Let me get this right. You’re just gonna let me do whatever I want on your body?” He asks, a little skeptical of what I just said.
“On it, to it, in it. I’d let you do all the above.” His laughter is deep and gravely. Damn it, why couldn’t he have been ugly and sound like he smoked a pack a day?
“I like you,” he says tossing the clipboard onto the counter.
“That’s always a good thing.”
“Tell me about you. What do you like, don’t like?”
“Is this for tattoos only?” I ask lifting a brow in his direction. His smirk is sexy as hell, but I know what he’s asking. “I’m not a hearts and flowers kind of girl. I like dark things. Skulls, crows, deep red roses. There are very few things in life that I give a shit about but when I find something, I protect it.” He nods his head as I talk but when he slides his chair closer to me, I shiver.
“Too bad I’m a blond since you like dark things.” His breath smells of cigarette and mints as it dances over my face.
“Exceptions can be made,” I whisper.
“How about you take those pants off for me, nice and slow. Let me see exactly what I’m gonna be workin’ with, darlin’.” Okay so maybe my overly sexual talk wasn’t the best idea when it comes to this guy but nevertheless, I climb out of the chair and slowly pull my jeans down my legs. I don’t miss the hiss that escaped his lips, but he coughs to play it off. At least he’s keeping it professional.
“Here,” I point to my now naked hip as his eyes trail over my body.
“You shouldn’t wear such baggy ass clothes,” he mumbles and scoots closer.
“What do you