Page 31 of Ferocious Nightmare

I may not have been his blood, but he'd loved me like I was, and I would be forever grateful for that.

I sent him a text, telling him I loved and missed him.

"Done." Tatiana stood back, a grin on her face, staring proudly at her work.

"I think Vegas just found its newest tagging resident." Marie grinned at it. "You're an artist, Tatiana.”

Tatiana shrugged. “I like what you wrote.”

"Feels good,” I bumped her shoulder, “getting back at them. Doesn't it?"

Marie nodded. “It does.”

"Hey," I asked her, “you two want to come to the opening of Posh with me?"

"Really?"

I shrugged. "Why not?"

"That would be amazing. Can I bring my husband?”

I nodded. "Why not?"

"It'll give him some street cred in this city,” she chuckled, "which he desperately needs."

“I’ll already be there. I’ll be working,” Tatiana answered.

“Good, we’ll see you there. Maybe you can give me a lap dance,” I winked at her.

“Ladies,” Dante interrupted our bonding, "we need to go."

They turned to leave but I took a couple of steps back and, holding my phone up, I took a picture of our work. Then I wrote out a text, sending it to Coulter.

Look what someone did to your club!!

He was going to kill me.

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