No Strings Attached

CHAPTER 14

Yesterday Adelyn came in to get a tattoo, and it was refreshing to be able to talk to her. Call it mommy issues, but it was nice to talk to an older woman like that. It would have been perfect, but of course he had to come.

I truly cannot understand why Vincenzo would come in with Adelyn. It just doesn't make sense, and what makes even less sense, is that I'm looking at my bookings for today, and my only client is Vincenzo De Santis.

They don't know I'm on to them, so there is truly no motive for him to come in and get a tattoo from me.

He's due here in 5 minutes, and I've spent the last half hour wracking my brain to try and figure out his motive. The only people who know they're my current hit is me, Le Aquile Rosse and my Grandfather.

I know that Le Aquile Rosse haven't told anyone, they're deathly loyal to me and wouldn't say a word to anyone, which leaves only my Grandfather...

He has no reason to tell the De Santis' of his fucking plans. It would be like snitching on yourself, which is just plain fucking stupidity, but then again, he is a stupid fucking man.

I sigh and give up trying to decipher Vincenzo's motives and get up to prep the room. I go to the same room I did Adelyn's tattoo yesterday and start getting together everything I'll need.

My head snaps up when I hear the bell on the door ring, signalling that he's here.

I stand up as tall as my boots will allow me, and walk out to greet him. I'm surprised to see him dressed so formal: black dress pants with a black blazer and button-up, the perfect picture of a Mafia Don.

He clears his throat and I'm snapped out of my trance, "Do you know what you want?" I ask, all customer-service skills flying out the fucking window.

"I saw a drawing of a snake in the book Mom was flipping through yesterday," he says, his tone even as his eyes stay locked with mine. I simply nod and walk over to the table with the books on them.

I sit down and he follows, opening the book I hand him as he flicks through the pages, stopping when he finds the one he wants. He points at it and I take it out, using the paper to hide my smirk when I see which one it is.

It's my interpretation of a tattoo I saw on a man I once fucked, his was not nearly as nice, but I liked the design of it.

"Where do you want it?" I ask, praying it's not in the same spot as the original owners.

"On my left shoulder, going down my arm," he says, his tone pleasant as he looks at me expectantly. I give him a tight smile and nod, "Everything's already set up, so come into the room and we can start," I say, standing up and leading him into the room.

My body tenses everytime he's near, as if I'm afraid he'll do something, which is stupid. He has no motive to do anything.

Just like he has no motive coming in to get a tattoo?

Vincenzo closes the door and a wave of heat floods my body, making me uncomfortable as I wash my hands.

I remove my hoodie and toss it on a nearby chair, leaving me in a white bralette. Looking back I should've worn a shirt but I was cold when I was getting dressed this morning.

I sanitise my hands and turn back around, my feet cemented to the ground as Vincenzo removes his blazer and unbuttons his shirt, revealing more of his toned abs as he goes down.

I bite my tongue when he removes his shirt, giving me a look at his god-like body. My eyes trail down to see his tattoos, complimenting his tanned skin.