James’s POV
For being her first tattoo and getting so thing that big Molly is sitting like a rock. I’m sure it’s nothing compared to the pain she’s felt before.
A snake, cobra to be exact. Its tail wrapped around her left leg from her ankle, stretching around her lower back and across her stomach, eventually wrapping around and resting its head on her shoulder.
A tattoo that should take multiple sessions don’t even have her flinching, she’s incredible.
“Sorry I picked something so big, we won’t have time for dinner.” She said.
“I’ll order us something when we get back home.” I say, running my finger over her brow.
Her lazy smile leads me to believe she’s happy enough. I wonder if she will be pleased when I meet with her Monster. What will I do to resist sticking my knife into he
