Page 33 of Tattooed Love

“Adam, Tyler, hold him,” Troy ordered.

Troy pulled out a pair of tweezers, a pair that looked like ones I used to pluck my eyebrows with, and removed the bandage.

Cole took a long swig from the bottle and slammed it down onto the table.

The boys gripped Cole firmly as Troy began to dig into Cole’s wound with the tweezers.

Cole’s fists curled and his face screwed up in clear pain.

“Stop,” I ordered from the doorway.

All the heads whipped in my direction.

Troy frowned before he spoke.

“Go to bed, Amber.”

“Before you spew,” Cole added, his eyes screwed shut.

I threw a glance in Jax’s direction, but his eyes wouldn’t meet mine.

Cole let out another grunt in pain as Troy got to work on his wound again.

I rolled my eyes. They were so stubborn!

I took a few steps towards Troy and ripped the tweezers out of his hand.

Troy’s eyes hardened.

“For fuck sake, what are you doing?” Cole screamed.

“GO to bed Amber. NOW,” Troy ordered.

“I am not a child,” I snapped, reaching for the wound. “And you clearly don’t know what you are doing!” I have more experience with this than you do,” Troy argued back.

“And this is not your business,” Cole snapped in his defense.

“Just go to bed Amber,” Adam said softly, eyes pleading.

“And let Troy rip into Cole’s shoulder? NO,” I argued.

“I don’t have time for this,” Troy snarled and grabbed my wrist firmly, ripping the tweezers from my fingers. “Leave,” he yelled, and brought his attention back to Cole’s bleeding shoulder.

I pushed Troy away hard, although he only fell back a step, and planted myself between him and Cole.

“I’ve removed enough bullets from men’s flesh to know what you’re doing will only leave scarring and cause more pain. Now, let me take over,” I informed them firmly.

Troy had a disbelieving expression.

I could tell not many people stood up to him, or defied him.

I ripped the tweezers from his hand and threw them across the room.

“Now, one of you two,” I pointed to Adam and Tyler, “Go upstairs and, under my bed, there is a sliver case. Grab it and bring it down here,” I ordered as I opened a drawer and grabbed a pair of scissors.

The room fell silent as Adam walked out the swinging door.

“You better know what you’re doing,” Cole muttered angrily.

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