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I couldn’t stopRoman’s time in jail still haunted me But as much as I wanted him to stay away from Uncle Dex’s motorcycle club, they always seemed to help us e needed it “No side work, I hope”

One corner of his erous”

“Rohed

“Everything’s going to be fine I’ain”

“I’ll hold you to that” I poked him in the chest and he winced “Oh, no! I’m sorry”

I peeled his T-shirt up and checked the bandage covering his freshly inked skin

“I’o, anyway”

I grabbed my purse and followed him into the bathroom I bit my lip while he carefully eased his T-shirt over his head

“Stop looking at me like that, butterfly There’s no furniture left in the house”

I fluttered my lashes at him “Who needs furniture?”

“Juliet” He growled

“Okay, okay” I carefully eased the tape away fro skull tattoo Ron hie, and yellow perched on a skull resting in a bed of daisies and roses He said it represented us The way he didn’t truly feel alive until we ht about it

I studied the tattoo carefully The skin under the lines was still slightly red and irritated but otherwise everything looked like it was healing “Does it hurt?”

“Just itches a little” He raised his curled fingers as if he wanted to scratch, then dropped his arm to his side

He stood still, quietly watching me in the mirror as I cleaned and dried the area

I took out the plastic bag of supplies and instructions from the tattoo artist, then carefully applied the thin sheet of tattoo filood”

“Thank you” He leaned in and kissedto sit for yours?”

“Yup” I tappedskull-head butterfly inked

He brought me to life the day we met too

Roman

“Are we ready to go, now?” I asked

I was sure ready to leave Juliet’s Uncle Jared had gotten out of prison not that long ago Dex and I had thrown him a special “welcoet lost on the highway