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“Fuck you,” Fin growls and slams the cash drawer closed. “Will you go grab food? I’m fucking starving.”
Peach’s deeply furrowed brow swings on me. “Who’s this? What did you do with Fin?”
I snort and shake my head. “Ate all his tacos and demand he leave. Possibly threatened his life, but only a few times.” I shrug when Peach’s grin breaks out, bright and mischievous.
“But he asked nicely. Now I have to.Ow—”
“I also said fuck you,” Fin cuts in, his fist retracting from his swing on the bodyguard’s bicep. “Food. Now. Before your client dies of starvation and you’re out of a job.”
A laugh that brings a smile to my face bursts out from between Peach’s lips as I piece my tattoo gun back together and test it with the foot pedal and bring the buzz to life.
“Pretty sure I gotta just walk around and I’ll find another few hundred clients to not protect.”
The incessant hammering is gone, thank God, and I tap the pedal again just to hear the easy hum that makes my own skin itch for another piece.
“Cedar,” Fin growls into the tent, his head hung back on his neck. “I want those fucking hands on me every time you do that.”
I don’t have time to react to the way his words raise a flush on my face because his bodyguard’s ass slams into the chair. “Me first!”
Chuckling, I look from the muscular man in my chair that’s supposed to be protecting, to the way Fin glares a hole right through Peach’s chest.
“Not a fucking chance, Peach.”
“Nah, I made it first. My turn.” Grinning, Peach leans up enough to whip his shirt off and greet me with a chest piece on fair skin over washboard abs that should make my mouth water.
It does a little bit, not gonna lie.
Which is not what I expected. Peach is slim instead of bulky, narrow instead of wide.
But the definition is there, and it’s nice to look at.
“Goddamnit, Peach.”
“I’ll take the devil head.”
“No.” I shake my head and feelthe relief sigh out of Fin behind me, even if it’s misunderstood. “I’m not doing that generic shit anywhere near a piece like this. Do you trust me?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
“Shhhh, I need to be attentive to my client,” I speak to Fin but don’t take my sight from the pale man in my chair who’s nodding despite his client’s clear aversion to the situation he’s put himself in.
“Absolutely.” Peach’s unwavering grin sticks to his flushed face as he leans back and rests his arms behind his head. “Do your worst, chick.”
“Fuck you, Peach.”
Chapter Thirteen
Fin
Ican’tbelievemyasshole bodyguard.
Who does that?
Peach is supposed to be out here watching my ass, but he’s back at the tent, getting ink from my—
Goddamnit.
Grumbling under my breath, I shake the thoughts from my head and inch up in the line to the infamous noodle place while the smell of Caribbean seasoning threatens to have my stomach eat itself if I don’t get to the sustenance soon. The crowd steps in closer with each passing minute that I stand out in the open, all alone, and completely myself in my faded black holey jeans and Dreadful Souls tee that I swear I washed.
