30. Epilogue - Knox
EPILOGUE - KNOX
“ W hat is this?” she asked.
I unlocked the door, and the guys kept Margaux from tripping into the dark space. I flicked a switch and the lights came on revealing black walls with framed designs everywhere.
“A tattoo parlor?” she asked.
I didn’t say shit. Just went about my business, gathering up what I would need for my new project.
“You seemed pretty fascinated by all our tattoos,” I said.
She smiled up at me and I couldn’t stop my cock from responding to my little siren. Perhaps dark angel should have been her name all along.
“You guys are like living works of art,” she said.
I shrugged.
“Art? Better than remembering all the pain.”
I’d bought the shop for a reason.
“This place is more than just a tattoo shop. In some ways it’s a way to erase the past,” Ronan said.
“Over there,” I pointed to a chair.
“That’s for you, princess. We thought you needed a wedding present,” Talon said.
She didn’t even question it.
“Okay. But it’s been weeks since the wedding, and it wasn’t much of a wedding anyway.”
We all stopped in our tracks.
“You want a redo?” Talon asked, pulling her into him.
She met each of our eyes.
“I mean. Not really. I’d hate for any of us to end up with more scars that need tattoos.”
She reached down and tugged at Talon’s shirt.
“Knox can do mine later. It’s still too new to be erased,” Talon said, glancing my way.
I pulled up a rolling stool as Jett lifted her by the waist, ensuring she was in the chair.
“If you want another wedding, fine. Maybe we do one for each of us?” Jett said.
She reached for him, pulling his lips to hers.
“I don’t need anything but the four of you. So why are we here, and how do you have the keys?” she said.
I put on a pair of black gloves. Everyone did but Margaux.
“We own it. Knox runs it when he feels like it. And we are here because we decided rings are worth shit. Tattoos though?” Ronan didn’t finish.
“Angel, tattoos are forever. Now we couldn’t decide where to tattoo our names. On your thighs?” I ran his fingers up her skirt, smirking at the way she squirmed.
“Perhaps right above your pussy,” Ronan said as he traced the line of her waistband.
“I think right here,” Jett said, and the fucker licked across the top of her breast.
I liked this new style of Margaux. Confident in her body, scars and skin and all. Maybe she was the reason we all were better off now.
“So, princess, where do you want our names? And then, you get to pick where we tattoo your name on us.”
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