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“Sin…”

“If I can get a tattoo, you can get pierced,” her eyes drop to my boobs, and she grins.

“Oh my God, quit that.”

“Come on, please, say you’ll do it.”

Ruby starts in on me too. Bitches. Fine.

“Okay, shut up about it.”

Sin cheers.

When I finally get home and flop into bed, I stare at my breasts for a minute. I’m a C cup and they’re high and firm, fortunately. Iexercise regularly, working on my chest muscles so I’ve got great breasts.

I pop one out and look at the nipple. It pebbles in the cool air, and I try to imagine metal poking through it. Is it really that attractive? Lucky and Katja seem to think so. I’m sure they weren’t doing it to drum up the business. They meant it.

The thought of getting my clit, or anywhere down there stabbed with a needle makes my skin crawl and my legs clamp together. It’s bad enough going for a physical at the doctor’s office, never mind having someone between your legs shoving a needle in your most sensitive part.

I shudder again. No thanks, I am not goingthere. But, nipples?

“Urgh, God,” I groan glancing at my boobs again. “What am I thinking?”

Clearly not straight because after looking up pleasure from piercings, I start to think it might not be so bad. I avoid the horror stories. I’m sure Katja is good at what she does, and she’ll take care of me.

Jesus. I’m going to do this.

Jared would hate it. He’d tell me it was cheap and disgusting and only dirty women got their nipples pierced. He always looked down on anyone who wasn’t like him. A rich, self-centered jerk.

Of course, I only saw that during the demise of our relationship, when my perfect husband and my perfect life blew up in my face.

He stifled me. And now I’m here, because of him.

I’m not doing it for him. I’m not even doing it to spite him. I’m going to do it because after all that talk and laughter, it feels right.

I’m not brave enough to get a tattoo. At least with a piercing, if I don’t like it, I can take it out and it will close over. That won’t happen with a tattoo.

Then again, this could all be the alcohol talking.

“Fuck it,” I flick my nipple then groan, tucking my breast away, pulling the covers up over my head.

Chapter Five

Garrett

“This guy,” Nero points at a still from the video I showed him.

They’re outside the university. I’d been in my car when Caleb came out of the building, furtively looking around. It was obvious he was on edge.

When the guy approached and they moved into a corner at the side of the building, I knew it was important.

My long-range camera got a few good shots of their faces, then I’d switched to video. After they separated, I got out of the carand followed the other guy. I knew where Caleb would be going because of my tracker. This guy was new. I tailed him to his car, got shots of it, and a close up of the license plate, then went home.

It is day six of this bullshit. After the original four, Nero wasn’t happy with what I brought him, which wasn't a lot, given the guy never did anything but go to work.

Putting clients off any longer is bad for business and I miss it. It felt foreign having not heard the buzz of a tattoo gun for so long.

I only take Sunday off. Technically I’m not supposed to work Wednesday’s, but I always come down at some point during the day and do walk-ins that interest me, not the bullshit ones. I still give those to Shane or Sumner.

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