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CHAPTER 15 – PIPER
Iblink my eyes openwhen the humming of the coil machine stop. Jason angles his head to the left and right before crossing an arm on top of the other. He glances at me with a thoughtful expression.
“Is that what you wanted?”
He uses his foot to pump the chair from a reclining position to a fully seated one, so I can see the mirror on my right. Black crossed swords etched in the middle of a red broken heart decorate the space behind my ear and hairline.
A sad smile lifts my lips. “Thanks, Jace. It’s beautiful. It’s better than I could have imagined.”
“Cool. I’m glad that you like it. I added the broken heart to soften the look of the crossed swords. Without the heart it has a more masculine look. The heart lends a feminine appeal to the tattoo, but it doesn’t take away from the edginess of the swords.”
I bite my bottom lip to keep my emotions in check. I will not cry about my past no matter how much it hurts.
This tattoo is a representation of what I had with Marco. I will always keep a little part of him with me. Jason’s decision to add the broken heart was perfect, and he has no idea why I think so. This fractured heart represents my pain when reflecting on my past with Marco. It’s a symbol of the piece of me that I gave away eight years ago and that I can never get back.
I decided to get this tattoo when he left my apartment this morning.
“You care to tell me what the crossed swords represent?” Jason asks as he grabs the cleaning solution to sanitize my tattoo and the surrounding area.
“No.”
“You’re being awfully close-lipped about this tattoo. Your tats have a story, and you’ve shared each with me. I’m guessing this has to do with something from your past?”
“You’re nosy, is what you can guess,” I reply sarcastically, giggling when he pokes me. “Hey! Quit that!” I laugh some more.
“Okay, mystery girl. I’ll let you keep your secret but remember that you owe me,” Jason says, grabbing the Dri-Loc pad to cover my tattoo.
“Thank you. A girl has to have her secrets.”
“Mm-hmm. Try telling your fiancé that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Shrugging, Jason answers, “I thought I heard you say that he hates tats and didn’t want you to get any more.”
I leave my chair and turn to face Jason with my arms crossed. “I’m a grown woman. I decide when and if I’ll stop getting tats.”
He holds his arms up with his palms facing forward. “Hey, just an observation, is all.”
He winks and turns to clean his station.
“Thanks for the work, Jace.”
“Any time, doll,” he says, blowing a kiss at me.
I leave the work area and walk to the front where Lethal’s manning the reception desk.
“You can cut out early if you’d like,” I tell him.
