Page 7 of Ink Wars

“Almost seven years, but I opened this shop just over two years ago,” I answer.

She moves closer and presses her tits against me. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

I step back and grin. “Nope.”

She steps closer and smiles up at me. “Would you like one?”

A laugh just slips out of me, and I don’t even care. This chick went from cool to crazy in two seconds.

“Darling, let me give you a little advice. A man likes a challenge, not a certainty.”

With that, I walk away.

I’m not a cocky prick, not all the time, but I don’t have trouble getting with a woman. Sometimes an easy lay is just that, but I do like a challenge. I like a woman that brings more to the table than just a pair of fake tits and a wet pussy.

Those women are getting harder to find.

“There are some crazy chicks here tonight,” Waylen says.

I laugh, finishing off my beer. “That’s the fucking truth.”

“You think there are any real women left in New York?” he asks.

“Honestly my man, I have no idea but I fucking hope so,” I reply.

I’m not looking to settle down, but I’m not opposed to actually being with just one woman. It’s been a long time and the older I get the more I realize it would be nice to have someone. Like J.R. and his wife. They’ve been together for years and they are still crazy about each other. I wouldn’t mind something like that.

When I was a teenager watching my mom struggle with losing the love of her life, I didn’t think I’d ever want to deal with that. I thought it was ridiculous to give yourself to someone so much so that you end up losing yourself in the end. When she died, I was sad but a part of me was thankful she would finally be reunited with my father.

If my mom was still alive, I’d tell her that I understand. Not how she stopped living, but how she loved someone so much. I’ve seen it and it is pretty fucking amazing.

It’s just finding someone I can tolerate for more than a conversation and fuck.

Maybe one day.

I stand with Waylen watching people dance. It’s easy to see who is getting laid and who isn’t.

“Should I go tell that guy he’s never gonna get any pussy dancing like that?” Waylen asks.

We laugh as the front door opens again. I glance over and notice a large group of people leaving.

I dip my brows and look at Waylen. “You notice a lot of people leaving? Normally, they are here until we’re kicking them out.”

He looks around and shrugs. “Yeah, I guess the crowd does seem to be thinning out.”

“And I know why,” Harry says, handing me a flyer.

I read over it and crush it in my hand. “This bitch,” I growl, staring at Harry.

“What?” Waylen asks.

I try to get my anger under control as I turn my head toward him. “Leah has a private party tonight.”

“Fuck,” he slowly says.

Fuck is right.

I throw the flyer down and walk toward the door. It’s time to pay my favorite princess a visit. She’s crossed the line this time.

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