Page 63 of Tattooed Love

“You really didn’t care he was a criminal?” His eyebrows frowned as he spoke.

“I loved him for him, what he did couldn’t influence my love for him.”

“He was a lucky guy,” Jax muttered. “A lot of girls wouldn’t think the same way.”

My eyes drifted down from his eyes and, for the first time, I glanced down at my wound and frowned. It wasn’t a stab mark like I’d expected. Slowly, I walked away from Jax and towards the mirror. I rubbed the steam away from the mirror with the back of my hand; wincing as I did.

My eyes widened as I took in the mark on my body. I reached out and touched the mirror, before glancing back down at it, and then went back to looking at it in the mirror.

“No!” I choked, and tears began to fill my eyes. “No!”

Jax stood behind me and placed both his hands on my hips. I didn’t look him in the eye; my eyes were glued to my stomach.

I was marked as the property of The Pythons. II wore their mark. Tears of disgust rolled down my cheeks.

“Amber,” Jax’s voice was calm, but right now he was the last person I wanted to see have seen this.

“Get out,” I choked. “Just get out.”

“Amber…”

“GET OUT!”

“Just let me dry you first and I will leave.”

I turned around sharply to face him, “I said GET OUT!”

Taking a step away from me, his arms dropped to his side. His eyes flashed with hurt for a moment before he turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

I wiped the tears from under my eyes. I couldn’t look at the mark again; I felt disgusted.

I had been a part of this world long enough to know what that mark meant. I was forever going to wear a mark my brothers loathed and, well Jax… I wiped tears away. I’m sure he loathed The Pythons more than my brothers did.

“Where is she?” I heard Cole bark at Jax.

“Bathroom,” Jax answered, now in the bedroom, but I felt his eyes on me.

I turned around and saw Cole standing in the bathroom doorframe with a plastic bag. He looked over me for a moment before turning around.

“What did you do to her!” Cole roared at Jax, and I was surprised by the venom in his tone.He normally always respected Jax.

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” Jax roared back.

I grabbed a towel from the counter and wrapped it around my body, wincing as I did.

“THEN WHY THE HELL IS SHE CRYING! WHAT THE FU—”

“He didn’t do anything,” I cut Cole off. I walked slowly through the bathroom and to the door. Cole took a step back so I could enter my bedroom; he kept his eyes locked on Jax.

“Why are you crying?” Cole shot me a sideways glance as I moved towards my bed.

“Why do you think?” I spat back. “I’m sure you’ve seen it!”

“Oh...” Cole said blankly, and stopped glaring at Jax.

“Get out,” I whispered. “Both of you.”

Cole looked at me warily. “Your bandage needs changing,”

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