Page 115 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

Lincoln shot him a look from the front passenger seat. “I heard that.”

“Wasn’t trying to hide it.” Camden smirked.

“I have an idea,” Ari announced.

“We’re still trying to do your first idea,” I said, feeling hungry all of a sudden…for tacos.

“Go to Inked on Main Street,” Ari ordered.

“This is actually a good idea, Lancaster,” Lincoln said with a grin.

“What—what’s a good idea?” I asked, looking between them.

“We’re going to make a man out of you, Rookie,” Walker said, and there was a weird, evil-looking grin on his face.

“Maria’s. I want Maria’s,” I squeaked as we turned down a street downtown.

“Trust me, you’ll be thanking us later,” Camden told me, patting me on the back. “I haven’t had any regrets.”

“And he has virgin blood tattooed all over his dick,” Ari casually remarked.

The driver made a choking sound and started coughing loudly. Lincoln handed him another hundred.

We pulled in front of Inked. “Drink this,” Lincoln ordered, giving me another shot.

I threw it back immediately. “I don’t think you’re supposed to drink before getting inked, and I’m way beyond drunk,” I gasped.

“Eh, they see everything at this place,” Ari said happily as he jumped out of the car.

I suddenly seemed to be stuck to my seat, so Walker helped me by pushing me out of the vehicle. Camden caught me right before I landed face-first on the concrete.

“Hero, I think you need another tattoo as well,” Lincoln said as he began to corral us toward the door.

Camden’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Am I finally getting…”

Lincoln grinned back.

“Come back,” I whispered as the Uber sped away from the curb.

“Maximus 5000 probably intimidated him,” Ari said, staring after it.

“Probably,” Lincoln drawled.

Ari glared at him. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t sense any sarcasm in that answer, Golden Boy.”

Lincoln winked at him. “You’ve always been good at pretending.”

Ari’s glare turned into a grin. “Good one.”

“Can we please focus on…I don’t know what we’re focusing on. But this seems to be a terrible idea,” I groaned as I was shoved inside the tattoo shop.

“It will all be over before you know it,” Walker assured me, shoving a full bottle of vodka into my chest.

“Where are you guys keeping all of this?” I asked, momentarily distracted as I took a big gulp.

“What can I help you boys with?” the front desk girl asked us, eyeing everyone…hungrily.

“We’re here for a dick tattoo,” Lincoln said, his voice blank and disinterested as he casually examined his fingernails.

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