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“Ooh, a fuck you to the world from your ass. I love it and I’ll get one too.”
They exited the kitchen with Gianna dragging her along. They walked down the street and turned into a small shop. While Gianna spoke to the artist, Lorelei looked up at Mike.
“That man you brought to the apartment that night.”
“Yeah. Ace?”
“Yes, him. How much did he steal before he started working for the enemy?”
“Ten thousand dollars,” Mike said disgustedly. “No one steals from the bosses and gets away with it. He deserved what he got.”
Lorelei gulped down in agitation, but before she could ponder things further, Gianna dragged her back behind the black curtains.
Oh gosh.
Okay, then she was getting a tattoo, on her ass, a small one, flipping off the world. What did it matter? She was as good as dead anyway.
She was told to lower her jeans and lie face down on the bed.
She was just about to say she changed her mind when the curtain was flung open and all three DeMarco men stormed into the already small space. She jumped off the bed and while struggling to get her jeans up, she bumped into the table of tattoo equipment and would have probably done some serious injury to herself if it weren’t for Drake who grabbed her arm and slammed her into the safety of his body.
She was so winded. She would have done some serious damage to the tattoo place as well, and possibly also broken their printer if she went flying over the low table.
Drake wrapped his hand around her arm and dragged her out.
She ducked her head to avoid the stares she was receiving while being manhandled by one man while the other two led the way.
Gianna next to her couldn’t stop apologizing.
“It’s not your fault your godfathers are Neanderthals,” she said loudly enough that they could hear her.
Chapter Thirteen
After being tossedback into the apartment by three very angry, scary men, Lorelei raised her chin.
She had done nothing wrong.