Page 12 of Ink Wars

Waylen: Going to get lunch, I’ll lock up.

I chuckle and stand up, shoving the phone in my pocket. I could use a break and lunch is the perfect distraction.

When I get out to the front, Harry and Waylen are talking about a chick who stopped in. I shake my head and smack them both on the back.

“Always thinking with your dicks,” I say.

Harry laughs, while Waylen shrugs with no apology for his thinking.

“Oh yeah, we think with our dicks, but you don’t?” Harry asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I definitely think with my dick but I’m capable of having other thoughts in my head,” I say, grinning.

“Whatever, who gives a shit. We all like fucking. Can we get lunch now, I’m starving,” Waylen says.

Once we get seated at the bar and grill, I ask them what was going on while I was locked away. Nothing big, just a tattoo each and that’s fine by me. Right now my focus is this Hollywood design. I have to present something to Lucas by the end of the week and I intend of blowing his mind.

“How’s the design coming?” Waylen asks, sipping his beer.

“The falcon looks badass, I need to work on a background to make him pop without it being too much for the design,” I explain.

“This is a huge fucking deal. You’ve got the talent man, you just need to show him,” Harry says, folding his hands on the table.

“Yeah, this opportunity is not happening twice, I know what needs to be done,” I reply, raising my beer before taking a sip.

“When that waitress gets here order me a burger, I’m going out for a cigarette,” Waylen says, walking away from the table.

“What’s going on with him?” I ask.

Harry leans back in his chair and grins. “He found out Leah’s friend Arya was stripping at their party and he wants her to be a surprise guest at ours every once and a while.”

“Fuck no,” I say, shaking my head.

I’m not about to bend and let Leah think I’m doing something for her. We do just fine without a striper and I’m not going to change shit up now. Especially something that will make Leah think I’ve gone soft.

When I told her the other night that I would seek legal action, I wasn’t kidding. She’s not going to take away something I created and bank off it. Fuck that.

“That’s what I told him but he’s thinking about more profit, and he isn’t wrong. Maybe we find someone else?” he suggests.

I lean forward, resting my forearms on the table. “So that bitch can accuse me of stealing her idea? Fuck no, Harry. We’ve got a good thing going, nothing needs to change.”

He nods and drops the conversation. Wise choice because I will never allow it. Especially after seeing her flirting with that guy the other night. He had his damn shirt lifted and she was taking in his body like she was going fuck him right there.

It pissed me off for reasons I’ll never understand and just added fuel to the fire inside me.

She pushes me to a point that no one else is capable of. I want to fuck her as much as I want her gone.

“Guess who I ran into?” Waylen says, sitting back down.

I raise an eyebrow while Harry questions who.

“Arya, Leah’s friend,” he says.

I slam my fists down on the table and keep my angry gaze on him. “She’s not stripping for us. If you asked, go take it back now. That shit is not happening,” I growl.

He chuckles and takes a sip of his beer. “You should just fuck that chick already. It’s getting worse.” I go to interrupt, but he continues. “I didn’t ask her to strip so chill the fuck out. But she did tell me something interesting.”

I stare at him only slightly relieved as his eyes bounce between me and Harry. “Fucking Christ, what did she tell you?” I hiss.

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