It is a tattoo parlour, some black lounge chairs would be kinda relevant since its supposed to be a chill place. You don't want to have people backing out at the last moment because the don't feel comfortable." He nods, his fingers stroking his chin and I can't help but look up at him.
Gracious me.
Today his hair was still damp, he had a light white T-shirt and grey knee length cotton pants. He looked nothing like a criminal.
Looks really do deceive.
Call me stupid but I was worried about Dain, what if something had happened to him?
It would be great because I wouldn't be abused anymore, yet he's still a hum—
My phone interrupts my thoughts and I give Trevor a small smile before pressing a button.
"Hello?"
"Ocean Devila?" A voice, reeking authority speaks and my nerve spikes.
"Thi
