"So how did it feel?" Max's voice asked and I turned to face him, forcing a smile as he walked in the room with Emma clung onto him like a koala. It might be because she's scared to get the tattoo, or other reasons. I'm not sure and I don't want to know.
"It was painful in some places," I admitted, putting my hand over the plastic wrap on my burning, swollen neck.
"Do you regret it?" He asked again, startling me when he took a seat next to me on the couch while Emma never once let go of him.
"No," I said, a genuine smile replacing my fake one at the realization I'm now one of them. I chose a life of crime to be with someone. I don't regret it, but I am afraid.
The last man I thought I could trust betrayed me when I gave him something I valued, what will Zander do now that he has my lif
