Page 193 of Nemesync
I’m a disappointment to him, and I’ve always known it. Even though I was his best soldier, pursuing enemies who would forever be my own, and even risking my life on dangerous missions for him, he remained ungrateful.
But my new family was not like this.
They wanted to protect me, and I was forever grateful to have them in my life.
Is it okay for me to still hope for healing?
Is it realistic?
Elijah
Niko slept at the house yesterday. I have a room for him here, so when I woke up and found him drinking some coffee, Zanae at his side waiting for me with a little smirk, I knew they had an idea behind these cheeky smiles.
“You know where I want to go today, Elijah? See the little tattoo parlor you bought, where you did all yours and mine? I want to go there.”
I raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. “Again, Niko? You’re really tempting me to punch you.”
He grinned, “Listen, Eli, that little spoiled brat right here has been dreaming of getting a new tattoo, and you’re the perfect artist for the job.” He looked at my woman, and continued, “And she’s the one texting me every day about helping her get one from you.”
Her eyes sparkled with excitement, “True, I’d love to get a tattoo from you.”
She tilted her head to the side and gave me those damn eyes and I found myself unable to refuse her this.
“Please?”
I sighed and agreed, “Fuck, then let’s do it.”
It’s scary how much I’m willing to do for this woman. She could ask me anything and I would agree.
Entering the tattoo parlor, Niko looked around and winked at Zanae. “This is your first tattoo with Mr. Volkov, and he’s going to do it himself.Fancy.”
I didn’t know what I wanted to do exactly, I’ve always been the one giving myself most of my tattoos, in the Bratva it was normal to learn fast to do so. And growing up with Niko we’ve learned to always make one to commemorate things that we’ve done and accomplished.
But doing it on Zanae is something I didn’t know I needed until now. I’m going to mark her, something she can’t get rid of.
Sitting in the chair, Zanae’s grin was sparkling with excitement, “So, what’s it going to be?”
Nikolai teased me like the little shit he was, “I bet it’s going to be his initials right over your heart.”
I played along, “Not a bad idea, actually.”
“If that’s what he wants to do, I’m all for it.” Her eyes found mine as she added, “Make it big, make it ours.”
I leaned in and kissed her, “Relax for me, and just let me do this, Zanae.”
The parlor was all ours, we bought it years ago with Niko.
I shot a look to tell Niko to go out until I finished.
Zanae laid down on her stomach and took her shirt off to give me her back as my own canvas.
I couldn’t resist just leaning down and kissing every inch of visible skin. “You’re so soft.”
She arched her back so quickly and moaned. “Stop, Elijah. We’re here for a tattoo.”
My hand followed her spine and I turned her around to be welcomed by her beautiful breasts and tattoos. I pressed them together, touching what’s mine, playing with my favorite toy.
I planted small kisses everywhere I could reach, and smiled against her skin when she started gripping my hair and whimpering.
