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After an hour, we arrived in the town square and Lorenzo directed me towards a small shop situated down a quaint side street.
“Lorenzo, what is this?!” I stood rooted to the uneven cobbles. My hand flew to my mouth at the thought that this man had actually listened to what I had said days ago at the beach. “You can’t be serious?!”
“Deadly.” He grinned. “Scared?” His index finger traced over the tattoo that decorated my thigh. “I thought it could join this one.”
“You want us to get tattoos?” I mumbled, a little shocked.
“Not just any tattoos. I will brand your name on my body as you will mine on yours.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll find a way to do it myself.” The fucking arsehole laughed.
“I thought you said I could say no?”
“I’m kidding, you can but I’m doing it and it will be where it’s easily seen.” I glanced down at his forearms. “You guessed it.” He held the door open for me as the guy behind the counter greeted him as if they were old friends.
“Fine, I’m in and before you ask, no, I won’t need to hold your hand for the pain.” I smiled as I entered the prettiest tattoo shop I’d ever seen.
It was different to the one Miles and I had visited once I was old enough. This had the most beautiful hand-painted canvases on every wall, flowers filled the reception area, and there was only one small space behind the counter for the tattooist to create his works of art. It was small, it was beautiful, and I was more excited than before.
“How’s it going, Lorenzo?” the heavily tattooed guy asked as he slapped palms with my husband.
“Better than the last time I was here.” He glanced over at me, but my attention was captured by the pieces on the wall. “That’s Anastacia, my wife.”
“Your wife, wow… didn’t expect that one.” The man chuckled as I finally wandered back to my husband’s side.
“Ana, this is Gabriele, he was the one who created that masterpiece you love to trace so much.”
“Ah, I should thank you then, Gabriele, it gives me hours of fun.” I shook his waiting hand, and for the first time, Lorenzo didn’t look murderous.
“You’re most welcome. So, who’s going first?” He clapped his tattooed hands together as his dark rimmed glasses slid down his nose slightly.
“Ladies first.” Lorenzo stepped aside to let me follow Gabriele.
I lay on the bed as Lorenzo said he didn’t want to see where I’d got his name until it was done. He did however call Gino to check in even though he didn’t need to.
“So, how did you meet Lorenzo? He never struck me as the settling down type.” Gabriele placed the stencil perfectly on my bare ribs as I positioned my arm above my head, giving him the access he needed.
“Our fathers are best friends; they were the ones who arranged our marriage.”
“Wow, and now you’re tattooing his name on your body, did he hold a gun to your head?” he joked and to be honest he was a breath of fresh air. “Who’s your father?”
“Victor Fedorov.”
“Fuck… how is it having him as a father? From the stories I’ve heard of him, it wouldn’t be easy.”
“Honestly, I understand why he’s the way he is. He has to be. He didn’t get the reputation he has by rolling over for people. But with my brother and I, he’s always been a loving father.” It was true, unless he was showering me with tough love on this whole marriage situation.
“And you were happy he signed your life away with marriage?” I could hear the shyness in his voice with this question, but I didn’t mind, I would happily answer.
“Originally, no, of course not, and Lorenzo and I didn’t exactly see eye to eye in the beginning, but now I’m thankful my father did what he did. It was a hard pill to swallow knowing that the day my parents were told they were having a girl was the very same day my father signed his name on the dotted line, as did Lorenzo’s father.” The tattoo gun buzzed into action as the scratching sensation was something I didn’t mind.
“Was it hard to grow up knowing that?” His eyes never left his masterpiece.
“I didn’t find out until I was eighteen and let’s just say I didn’t take it well, but then again, I doubt my father expected me to.” I barely knew this guy, but he was so easy to open up to and I was sure many did whilst lying here. “I remember the moment so well, the exact second he told me I was set to marry when I turned twenty-one was the same second my heart sunk, the exact second I thought my life ended and for the next three years, I rebelled, snuck out at any chance I got, people got punished and kicked out because of me, but back then, I didn’t care, I was hurt and thought the rest of my life was ruined.”
“And is it?”
