Page 11 of Tats

I guide Vi to my room, letting her go in before me, and I smile as she looks around the room, admiring the wall art and previous tattoos I've done.

I shut the door as she turns to me, nervousness radiated from her, and I nod to the black chair I’m really fucking glad I cleaned. She smiles before taking a seat, her legs swinging, making me chuckle as she narrows her eyes, but I shrug and grab my sketch pad before grabbing my swivel stool and sitting in front of her.

She's short but sexy. She needs to embrace it, really.

I grab her hand, rubbing my thumb over the top of it as I gently rest the pad on my knees.

I rasp, "Alright, Shorty. So, a large sparrow for your dad?" She nods, and I quickly sketch the bird to her liking but curl the head down a little. She watches me intently, and I remark as I draw the next bird, "A smaller version for your momma."

I draw the smaller bird just under the larger one, showcasing their love, making Vi let out a little sob. I squeeze her hand before I look at her. Our eyes connect, and she knows what I want to know.

The meaning of the ladybird.

She sniffles before whispering, "Momma was pregnant," making my eyes widen in shock. "She was having a little girl. Her name was Ivory." Tears fall down her cheeks. I wipe them away as she continues. "When Donald said daddy was leaning over momma to save her, he was, but his arm was wrapped around her growing stomach to try and protect my sister, their miracle baby."

I squeeze my eyes shut. Fuck. She didn't just lose her parents, she lost her sister, too.

She whispers, "I was their little bug, so I thought she could be mine…."

Fuck me.

I nod, an idea coming to mind before I start to draw some ivy held in the mama bird's mouth, making it travel for about three leaves before I draw the ladybird. I then draw small dots from the side of the ladybird to connect the words “forever and a day, missing you” beneath the birds. Once done, I smile, showing it to her, and she nods frantically, letting out a sob. I quickly wrap my arm around her neck and pull her against me as her face goes into the crook of my neck. I hold her tightly, letting her get her emotions out, knowing this must be hard.

A while later, when I think she'd pull back with embarrassment for falling apart, something I know she hates to do, she instead grips my shirt and rasps, "This morning, I walked into old man Tims's room to see Betty straddling him naked and getting it on."

Did she just say.…

My eyes widen as I pull back in shock, making her laugh. I stutter, "Pl-please fucking t-tell me you said that to ease the tension of your embarrassment and th-that it is not the truth."

She laughs her ass off, but I'm not laughing because no, nope, I do not need to think of my fucking grandmother fucking some old dude.

She shakes her head and states, "Sorry, but it's true. The nurse I'm shadowing, Mary, said Betty asked her if there is any chance she could get pregnant at her age, and asked if she could get birth control."

I gag, making her laugh again. "Honestly, I thought I was going to pass out when I walked in there, panicking at the moaning. She didn't even look guilty. Instead, she told me to shut the door, that I don't need the trauma of my honorary grandparents screwing."

I blink, my mind not working as I mutter, "I uh, I, you uh, I…. You couldn't just tell me you were embarrassed about crying all over me? You had to traumatize me?"

She grins and shrugs, making me shake my head at the little troublemaker.

I go to open my mouth to call her just that when my door opens, and the unwanted bitch I live to hate walks in, making me narrow my eyes at her. I know for a fact Colleen sent her in here, the jealous cunt, knowing this bitch isn't welcome here.

She looks at Vi, who only glances her way before looking down at my sketch. She no doubt knows who's standing in the doorway. I know Grams has told her all about the conniving bitch.

She goes to open her mouth, but Vi beats her to it, showing me her feisty side, and fuck me, do I love it.

"Hey Tats?" I look at her with raised brows, and she smirks. "Does the club know that their clubwhores barge into your room when you're with a client? I mean, if I was someone else and I had my top off as you were tattooing me, and you'd slipped because of the force she slammed that door open while you were in the zone, well, that would have been a lawsuit waiting to happen. Maybe I need to make a complaint with Snake."

Snatch's face goes bright red as I try to control the snort that wants to come out. I lean forward and whisper, "Trouble," making her shrug, not giving a shit, her disdain for Snatch clear as day on her face.

Shaking her head, she stands, but I don't move. Instead, I open my legs to make room for her, making her blush before she asks, "When can you fit me in after you've done the final sketch?"

I give her a smile. The girl knows me and my OCD ways with my sketches.

Fuck, I swear my heart just jumped. I squeeze her hip and grunt, trying to control my feelings for this girl. "You're off Monday, right?" She nods. "Alright, Vi, meet me out front at ten am."

She furrows her brows but nods without question before leaving. As she walks past, she curls her lips at my egg donor, making me chuckle.

Snatch frowns at me. "Seriously, you won't tattoo her here? The club expects you to do the job they are paying you to do."

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