Page 38 of Fallen Ink

“Adrienne, I’m so sorry.”

At the sound of Abby’s voice, the two men standing in front of MIT turned around to look at her. Both had looks showing of a mix of anger and frustration, but they didn’t say anything to Adrienne right away. She wasn’t sure what was left to say other than cursing and something she probably shouldn’t voice it at all.

“What happened?” she asked when she came up on the group.

Abby handed out tea to everyone. And though Adrienne didn’t really want anything in her stomach right then and wasn’t sure she could handle it at all, she took the cup graciously. As she looked to the left before anyone else could answer, her sister was stomping toward them. Her coat was unbuttoned, she had flour in her hair, and looked like Adrienne felt—as if she were ready to kick ass and take names.

Or, at least, that’s how she wanted to feel. She would just have to see if that actually happened.

“We were inside, getting ready for the day since our appointments won’t be here for another fifteen minutes,” Shep began, “when we heard a loud noise, and the whole building shook. We don’t have those fucking cameras up yet, or I would’ve been able to see who actually threw something at the fucking building. But the cameras don’t go up until tomorrow because they were on backorder and the insurance wouldn’t let us get anything else.”

“Is anyone hurt?” Adrienne asked, trying to take in the situation. Both men shook their heads. “So, that means someone threw something at the sign in broad daylight when people were actually working? What kind of balls do these people have?” She threw her hands up into the air and growled. “If it wasn’t for the fact that I put almost everything I have into the shop, I would just say fuck it and find a new place. What the hell is wrong with people? Why can’t they just let us live and work in peace?”

She hadn’t realized she had shouted that until Mace put his hand on the back of her head and lowered his forehead to hers.

“Breathe, Addi. We called the cops, and they’re on their way. We’re not going to let this entitled, lowlife scum get away with whatever the hell they think they’re doing. We are not going to let them win. The cops will just have to actually take us seriously and do some goddamn detective work to figure out who the hell has it out for MIT. Because it’s not just a couple of coincidences anymore. This is beyond vandalism and some petty calls. Someone could’ve gotten hurt. I almost brought Daisy into the shop, and she could’ve been walking outside when they threw whatever this was at us. We are going to figure it out. All of it. There’s no quitting, Addi. You know as well as I do that Knights and Montgomerys never quit.” Then he kissed her right on the mouth in front of her brother, her sister, and her new friend.

Thea did an odd clap before she acted as if she were angry and folded her arms over her chest. Abby smiled as if she’d never seen anything so sweet. While Shep didn’t look surprised in the slightest. Apparently, Shae or someone had already spilled the beans, and she honestly didn’t care right then. They had far more important matters to worry about than wondering who knew that she and Mace were together. Namely, the two cops who were just pulling into the parking lot. And considering that she’d seen both of these guys before when they came for the graffiti incident, she had a feeling things might just be a little different this time. At least, she hoped to hell they would be.

Adrienne pulled away from Mace, not because of any looks she may get, but because she needed to remain calm and professional if they were to get any answers as to who thought it was okay to destroy property and screw with MIT. The sad part was, when the cops left, she would have to call her insurance agency, and she already had the number in her most recent calls. The fact that she was practically on a first-name basis with her agent just angered her even more. And she had a bad feeling that without a full report or an actual answer as to why this was happening, her rates would increase. She didn’t know how long it would take for her to even replace the sign. She had loved the damn thing, had designed it with her brother and cousins to mimic the one on the original shop up in Denver but with a touch of originality that showed a part of the family down in Colorado Springs. It wasn’t as if they couldn’t just ask the builder to make another one using the design they already had as a template, but that wasn’t the point. It was the principle—for all of this.

By the time the police left, and she and her brother had gotten off the phone with the insurance agent, they had already swept up the debris on the sidewalk so people could easily and safely walk by and into the shop. Their loyal clients who already had appointments for the day showed up and were ready for their tattoos, even with the damage to the outside of the building. They didn’t care that the place didn’t look as nice as it should have. They only cared about who worked inside and what they provided. The thing was, she knew that wouldn’t be the case for every single person. A lot of their initial new business was people seeing their sign—when it was whole—from N. Academy Blvd. and either walking in to see what they could get or making appointments by looking them up. It wouldn’t be until much later that they had to rely on that part of their business plan.

As it was, she knew they were already starting to lose money from all of the previous things that had happened. And though they weren’t going into the red or having financial issues, it was setting her back on her five-year plan when it came to the shop as a whole.

“Why do you look like you’re ready to either bang your head against the wall in front of you or hit the nearest person who comes up behind you. Be aware that I’m asking this a good punching distance away from you, just in case you decide follow through with the latter.”

Mace’s voice brought Adrienne out of her thoughts, and she turned to see him studying her. His client must have been on her break because he had been working nonstop since they cleaned up the mess outside. Ryan had even shown up to help them put a tarp over the sign once their insurance company said it was okay for them to do so. At the moment, the other man was drawing up a temporary sign to put on top of the tarp. They all knew that wouldn’t last long though because it was winter in Colorado and there was bound to be some snow. But for now, everybody was doing his or her part, trying to act as if nothing was wrong and everything would be okay. But from the looks on the officers’ faces as they had explained to them what had happened, she didn’t know if that would be the case. At least not anytime soon. They had no answers, only more problems. And it was bugging her to no end to feel as though she had no control over the situation.

“Addi?”

“I hate this. I seriously hate this. And I know throwing a tantrum and saying that I hate it does nothing except for annoying everybody and just getting me angrier. I’m just so frustrated.” She kept her voice down because she didn’t want the two clients in the building to hear her complain, but she knew she needed to get a hold of herself and just calm down. But her heart hadn’t stopped racing since she’d first pulled into the parking lot, and the feeling that she couldn’t do anything to help her situation just made it all worse.

Mace nodded, running a hand over her cheek. “I get it, Addi. I didn’t like how the officers looked when they left either. But we’re not going to back down.”

Shep came over then and hugged her. “We’re still doing what we love, little sister. And that counts for a lot more than what we let it sometimes.”

Ryan came up then, finishing the circle. “We’re a team, remember? Fuck the rest of those guys and whatever they think they can do to us.”

Adrienne couldn’t help but laugh at Ryan’s tone. He’d just screamed at her, and though she could still see some of the worry in his eyes, with her guys around her, she had a feeling they could do just about anything.

“We’re not going to let these people stop us. We’re good about thinking who it could be, and we’re going to make them pay.” She winced. “Well, you know, legally. Not like a pirate or anything.”

Mace smiled. “You know, I kind of like the idea of you as a pirate.”

Shep groaned while Ryan laughed. “Just because I’m okay with the two of you dating, doesn’t mean I need to see it or hear about it or think about what the hell you might mean about her as a pirate and… God, I really don’t even want to finish that thought process.”

Mace laughed while Adrienne shook her head. “No walking the plank here.”

She closed her eyes, letting out a groan. “Okay, now that we’re joking about…whatever the hell we’re joking about, I guess this means we’re okay?”

“We’re not giving up, if that’s what you mean,” Ryan answered.

“Hell no, we’re not giving up,” Shep said, frowning. “We’re going to figure it out, and we’ll give good ink in the middle of it.”

“Sounds good to me,” Mace said. “We’re not giving up,” he repeated Shep’s words. “We’re not going to let them win. But we’re going to be safe about it. And speaking of working, my client’s almost back so I should go back to my booth.”

She leaned into him as he hugged her, and she couldn’t help but notice the way her brother narrowed his eyes even as his lips twitched into a smile. “Thanks,” she said to all of them. “I needed the pick-me-up.”

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