ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
I managed to hold my piece until the tattoo was done. It was a simple one of a spade and a large ‘X’ beneath it. Mac didn’t have a lot of tattoos so it stood out on his skin. I watched everyone congratulate him while I waited patiently to the side because Enzo had gone to speak to his father. Just as I was watching him, I felt a presence by my side.
“You seem to have a keen interest in the new initiate, do you know him from somewhere?” I turned to see an unfamiliar man standing next to me. There was something about his features that stood out to me but I knew I had never met him before.
“Call it curiosity,” I said simply. “Do I know you?”
“No, but I know you,” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes because that was the most pathetic threat I had ever received from anyone
