Page 72 of The Saviors: Part One

He scoffs. “Fuck that. That happened because we left.”

“You don’t get to feel guilty for that. No one touches him until she gives the go ahead.”

“She’ll never do that.”

“You’d be surprised what you don’t know about her.”

“I don’t need to know about your sex life, Sean,” he grits out.

“I’m not talking about that, dumbass. I meant in general.”

“Sorry. I just saw that shit and saw red.”

“Trust me, I know. But she’s learning to deal with it. Don’t fuck it up.”

He holds his hands up. “I’m good. I swear.”

We make it to the group, and they’re sitting at a picnic bench. I slide in beside her, and I’m shocked as fuck at what I’m hearing.

“How far does the big one go?” Keon asks her. My eyes flash to Kai, and he shakes his head, warning me not to say anything.

“Down to my right hip,” she says casually, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

“You could turn it into a badass katana sword tattoo. It’ll hurt like a bitch over scar tissue, but I think it will be worth it.” Keon’s a tattoo artist, so he’s asking from that point of view, not being nosey.

She scrunches her nose. “I don’t know if I can pull that off.”

“You would rock it, Gorgeous.”

Keon nods. “We can put detail into the blade and some color that will pop with your skin tone.”

She shrugs. “I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll get one if you do,” I say with a grin.

Keon glares at me. “I’ve been begging you to get one for years.”

“She’s hotter than you.”

“True,” he agrees with a laugh.

She stands up from the bench. “You could get Chelsea’s,” she drags her finger across her lower stomach, “right here,” she finishes with a snorting laugh before walking to the vendor across from us.

Tyler turns to me and then looks at Kai. “How the fuck did you two manage to snag a girl like that?”

Keon snorts. “Look at Sean’s face and Kai’s body. That answers that question.”

“You do know I have personality, right?” I ask, offended. Well, kind of offended.

“Sorry,” Kai laughs. “But your face stands out more than your personality.”

“That’s not what stood out to you earlier,” I retort, expecting him to get mad, but he just throws his head back and laughs.

Cole gestures between us. “What the fuck is this?”

No damn way I’m opening that can of worms. I shrug. “Nothing.”

I start searching for Chelsea, and when I find her, a guy is talking to her, leaning in close. She smiles politely and shakes her head. I’m about to stand up when Ari walks up behind her.