Page 160 of In Death, Love Survives
“Do what you need to do, and then make sure he fucking understands his place,” I say.
“Will do, pres,” Ted says.
He moves over to his working table and starts pulling out various supplies.
“We’ll find out,” Caleb says.
“Call me when you do.”
I head back upstairs, not a step closer to the truth and all the more stressed that everything is falling apart.
As I get upstairs, I see Adam setting up shop.
“Got an appointment coming in?” I ask.
“Yeah, man.”
Adam looks over at me, then to the basement, and back up.
“It’ll be loud. It’s fine,” he says.
Adam’s a tattoo artist, by appointment only.
“What time are they coming in?”
He glances at his watch and then back at me.
“In thirty. If they’re on time.”
That’s when I get an idea to commemorate my feelings for Nova. No matter what’s going on, my love for Nova is forever.
“Can you do one now?”
Adam looks a bit surprised. I’m not covered in tattoos like him and many of the other brothers.
“Yeah. What do you want?”
“A saying, put on my chest.”
“Alright, lie down, and I’ll get situated. Give me five.”
I walk over to his chair, take off my shirt, and fold it on top of a nearby table. As I settle into the chair, I feel somewhat relaxed.
I’m not, but knowing the slight sting of pain is coming is oddly relaxing.
Adam finishes setting up and rolls over to me in his small chair.
“What do you want?”
“Right here,” I say, pointing to the skin over my heart. “Etiam in morte, superest amor.”
“What’s that mean?”
“In death, love survives.”
Adam looks at me stoically.
“You really love this girl.”
