Page 87 of Tattered Souls
We had found out, through town gossip, that Lance didn’t have a dime to his name; he had tried to hitch to me, because of my brother.
I should have crunched his balls when I had the chance.
But... well... a certain man named Justin Winston was walking around with a broken nose and split lip as well as a few other things.
Curtsey of Garrick, Dom, Chance, Leo, and Dain.
I had just gotten a tattoo done by Optimus.
Garrick’s tattoo artist.
It was a tribute tattoo for Granger.
It was on my left shoulder blade.
His name was done in an elegant script with his favorite thing in the world... it was weird... but it was him.... SpongeBob.
I had designed it, and Optimus had been honored to do it.
He never met Granger... but he had heard about him through Carter over the years.
“Angel face, need you to get out of my chair.” Optimus had his eyes closed and was pinching the bridge of his nose.
I flinched involuntarily.
Quickly, I got out of his chair, and with quick footsteps, I headed to the door.
I had just twisted the knob to open it when I heard, “I’m loyal to a select few people. And when I say a select few people, I mean I can count them on one fucking hand. One of those select few is Garrick. So, before I ruin shit, I need you out.”
Normally, I would have nodded and fled; however, I didn’t.
Thanks to Garrick. See, just this name alone has the gaping holes in my heart and soul starting to get smaller and smaller.
But... I asked, “How would you ruin shit?”
Optimus’s eyes were open then, and he had his soulful dark eyes locked on me. “Cause I’m five seconds away from saying fuck it, and taking you out the back, to a cabin, and keeping you there until you forget all about him and only think about me.”
A slow smile spread across my face. “If you had done that, it wouldn’t have worked. Because, other than my brother, Garrick is the only person in my life whose actions have shown me love.”
Optimus visibly sighed, “Yeah. That’s the only other reason I ain’t doing what I really want to fucking do. Don’t come back until you’ve got his rings on your finger. Hell, don’t come back until you’ve got his baby in your belly. Alright?”
I giggled. I couldn’t help it.
.... Maybe I shouldn’t have told Garrick about what Optimus said.
Because he came back about an hour later after Alec had stopped by with split knuckles.
Well. Shit.
He walked to me, and smiled, then he pressed a kiss on my lips and said, “Go que up our show, baby.”
I did just that.
It was maybe half an hour later when Alec asked, “What the fuck are we watching?”
I tagged Garrick’s arm when I knew that he was about to slap Alec across the back of his head.
When he narrowed his gaze at me, I glared.
