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Fuck them Fuck them all There was only one person she could count on in life One person who had her best interest at heart and would ot exactly what she needed every tiht have played a part for a while in her past, but inevitably, they left Because they didn’t give enough of a shit to stay

In the end, the only one anybody really had to count on was themself

Shit, she was gettingto her Shaking off the heavy blanket of despair, Izzy lost herself in her task Two hours later, she flicked off the tattoo machine, wiped off the final few drops of blood, and sat back to admire her work Damn fine if she did say so herself

“Daood ink”

Izzy looked up into the flirty biker’s s and open face, so opposite his brother’s

“Thanks,” she said

He clapped her on the shoulder “Na to the third in their group “I ain’t got ht have to find a spot for you to work on”

A grin spread across her face Being appreciated for her talent was so that filled her with endless pride “Anytime”

Jig lowered his ar fro his arms, he arched his back into a deep stretch that had his shirt lifting A rack of iue inside her mouth It was either that or let it come out to play and lick his stomach

Might be bad for business

Jig grunted and lowered his arms

Had he seriously fallen asleep through that?

Mav laughed “You taking a nap, brother?”

“Just in the zone,” Jig said without inflection as he turned his attention to his thigh

Izzy’s lower lip tucked between her teeth The moment of truth For some reason, her heart picked up speed and a flutter of nerves jiggled through her stomach

After about thirty seconds of inspecting her work, Jig lifted his gaze and gave her a single nod “Wrap it up,” he said, and her heart crashed to the floor Asshole Couldn’t even toss her a quick “looks good” or “thanks”