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One of the perks of being an enforcer and one of the two highest ranking guards on Kato’s crew is getting people to change their entire day around me. Sometimes their entire life.

Before she can start peppering me with more questions, I shove my door open, round the hood, and yank hers open.

When she tries to wiggle from her seat, successfully pushing the skirt up high enough for me to catch sight of silk and lace purple panties, I grab her hips with more force than necessaryand lift her out of the cab of the truck, setting her on her feet before swinging her door shut.

The alarm beeps as I hit the button on the fob, then I’m dragging her along with a hand wrapped around her bicep.

Two knocks on the metal door and it swings open, revealing a previous fling, something else I might very well rub in her face once this appointment is under way.

“Brix,” Nico says, taking my offered hand and bringing me in for a back slapping hug.

He’s only a couple inches shorter than me and not quite as broad, but he has even more ink than me and quite a few piercings, giving him a sinister air. He’s also the man who tattooed every inch of my inked skin, as well as putting the jewelry through my dick.

“You ready for us?” I ask as he pushes the door open further and makes room for us to enter.

“Ready for what?” Everest asks, her voice a few octaves higher and her eyes wide.

She knows exactly what this appointment is, or at least has a clue since the buzzing of tattoo guns are heard over the alternative music playing softly in the background.

“This her?” Nico asks.

I nod and search Nico’s face, looking for jealousy or a hint of possessiveness, and find only curiosity.

Like I said, Nico was a fling. He was a good lay, but after Everest, I’d pretty much sworn off any form of relationship or commitment, no matter how good the head was.

Nico leads us to his private studio and instructs Everest to have a seat and remove her top.

“You’re not piercing my nipples,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest as though I couldn’t pull them away and hold her down.

But that’s not why we’re here.

“Hadn’t planned on it.” Nico glances at her chest then up to her face. “Though they’d probably be really pretty with some hoops through them. If you’d worn a button down, you could have just undone a few buttons. So you’ll have to remove the top.”

She’s aware by now she’s getting a tattoo, but she still has no idea what I have planned, or maybe she does. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that I want those letters permanently and visibly on her skin.

“Why did you pick this fucking sweater?” she asks, turning accusing eyes on me.

I simply smirk.

She glares a few seconds, then, holding my eyes, grabs the bottom hem and yanks the shirt over her head.

She’s not wearing a bra. Her full tits are on perfect display and her nipples…Nico’s right. They would look hot as fuck with some barbells or hoops through them.

Another day. This appointment will take long enough without adding a piercing, and Nico already rearranged previous appointments for me.

I tap the back of my hand against his arm and jerk my head for him to follow me out.

Once we’re out of ear shot, I smile. “Make sure you bring up our time together.”

He frowns a second then it dawns on him. “Trying to make her jealous?”

“And piss her off in equal measure. The bitch ran off and became a whore. Let her hear all about the shit we’ve done while she was gone.”

Especially since this will be the first time she’ll discover I’m bisexual. Actually, I don’t even know if that’s the right term since I have no interest in forming anything deeper than a sexual relationship. A good, hard fuck, bust a nut, and that’s it.

Nico understood that, and he didn’t bat an eye when I told him I’d found Everest. I’d told him all about her during our short time together, mostly when I was in the very chair she’s in now. He’d become almost as close a friend as Kato and Madd.

And has been the only person on this planet to see me shed a single tear over the way she ripped my heart from my chest.