Page 24 of Tattooed Love

“She blinded us pretty easily,” Adam pointed out.

“I wonder how deep in she is…” Adam wondered out loud.

“Deep enough to carry their mark,” Troy said, stating the obvious.

I jumped at the sound of slamming fists on the table.

“Cole, don’t take your anger out on us,” Troy snapped

I braced myself, took a deep breath and walked into the dining room.

Immediately, everyone’s attention was on me.

As I scanned the room, I noticed how everyone was totally focused on me, and I immediately dreaded what was coming next.

“Sit down Amber. Now.” Troy ordered.

Like a scared little child, I took the closest seat to the exit. Thank God I now had the comfort of the chair to support me.

“So, Amber. I guess we can say you’ve been busy,” Cole snarled from the head of the table. Ishould have questioned his reaction. It wasn’t like they got on with the HellBound. So, me having their tattoo was going to cause them to hate me a bit more.

Because they would have to hate me, wouldn’t they?

Knowing the type of life I lived.

But then it wasn’t any better than their lives, and the way they chose to live.

Troy leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, and I could feel the waves of rage coming from him.

Tyler and Adam were seated on either side of Cole, both their chairs arranged sideways to face me.

I cleared my throat and waited for it.

“How long?” Troy asked, his jaw clenched, and eyes glazed over with anger.

“How long have I been drinking? Or how long I have been a member of the HellBound?” I babbled.

Cole huffed.

“I don’t believe this,” Cole interrupted.

I rolled my eyes.

“Why does it matter?” I demanded, keeping control over my voice.“It’s not like you guys really care.” I scoffed. “You are just here because of dad and you’ve done your duty, so you can leave now.”

“We are your brothers! Your family. We care more than those gangsters from the HellBound,” Tyler growled.

I gave him a deathly glare.

“Please, don’t go there,” I snapped back.

“When are you guys leaving? When I say leaving, I mean the house; I know you still live in the city.” I snarled.

“You’re a real piece of work aren’t ya,” Cole snapped back.

“Here we were, thinking that you needed your brothers,” Tyler added. I could hear the hurt in his voice. I had always been the closest to Tyler. For some twisted reason, he most likely thought that was still the case.

“We came here to help you!” Adam continued.

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