Chapter 12
Ava
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MY STOMACH DROPPED. Had he figured it out? He looked so serious, it made me wonder.
“What do you mean?” I asked, forcing a smile to my face.
“You look a skittish about getting inked. If I’m going to put my time in, I want to make sure you’re doing it for the right reasons, so you won’t regret it later.”
I relaxed. “Oh.”
“Now, tell me why you’re considering this,” he said, staring up at me.
I explained that I wanted to honor my brother and thought a tattoo sounded cool. “He died last year,” I explained, noticing Hollywood was wearing a Gold Vipers vest with the word “Prospect” on it. I knew it meant that he wasn’t an official club member and realized that he might not have been around when Andrew had been murdered. The thought made me a little bit more comfor
