Page 220 of The Protective Gryphen

“Aye, I can do that.”

Now he needed to know.

“Can you freehand it? I know this was sudden and I really need this done this morning.”

Neils had been hesitant, but Molly, his lady, had been adamant that they not let her bosses down. She had a good paying job she loved.

“Can do. What name do you want?”

Ian couldn’t believe he was doing this. He swore he’d never get tattoos. Only, now, he had a reason to.

“L-O-R-D and then C-A-R-T-E-R,” he said, spelling it out to make sure he didn’t misspell it. The last thing he wanted was a bad tattoo.

Hiding it would be impossible.

The man started drawing it on the tablet, and showed him. The whole time, Ian was excited to be giving his man this. Oh, if his mother could see him now, she’d definitely excommunicate him.

Oh, wait…

She already had.

“That’s perfect,” he said when Neils finished it. The man had a steady hand.

“Where would you like it?” he asked.

He told him, and it left little to the imagination as to why it was going there.

“Okay, can do.”

Neils told him the price, and he went to his wallet where he had some of the cash from the Blackhawks.

“If you can get it done faster than you’ve ever tattooed before, I’ll double it. Trust me when I say that you don’t want him coming through the door and catching you in here with me. He’ll lose his mind.”

He reassured him.

“Graham already warned me. Let’s get this started. Bend over, Lad. We’re about to get rough.”

That was the plan.

Only, not with him.

With a certain lord of the manor.

* * * The Ravensmire Chronicles * * *

Downstairs

Kitchen

KP Duty

Because they’d really wrecked the joint, it took a while for him to straighten up the room.

Now, Gryphen was washing dishes, and Graham was drying them. They were making short work of the mess from the previous night.

Oh, and it was a mess.

BUT…

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