NICHOLAS
The cleaning crew had come and gone, and I’d already switched locations. You could never be too careful.
The next morning, I went back to where this whole mess started. Maybe there was something I missed while searching for those diamonds.
The bell above the tattoo shop door chimed as I stepped in. That familiar mix of rubbing alcohol, ink, and sweat hung heavy in the air, rock music blasting like a war cry. Emily would probably like it here. These were her kind of people.
Focus Nicholas.
Brian looked up from his station, eyes narrowing before his lips curled into a grin.
“Nico… twice in six months? I’m flattered. Starting to think you’re in love with me.”
I didn’t smile. “We need to talk.”
His expression tightened when his gaze fell on my bandaged hand. He gave a sharp no
