CHAPTER 11
LILY
Lily’s legs trembled as she dropped onto the tattoo table. The protective paper covering the leather cushioning felt smooth and chilly against her stomach. But she felt even more chilled on the inside.
He was going to give her a tramp stamp, and there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing, other than throwing a fit by screaming her lungs out. The icy look in his eyes promised her hell and retribution if she went that route. He had said it loud and clear; he would hurt anyone she cared about. The list of those people wasn’t long. Her mother and she had mostly kept to themselves, cocooned in their own little world. She was a homebody by nature and if it weren’t for Mia, she’d hardly go out, other than to classes and her mom’s coffee shop. A clump of fear lodged in her
