Page 25 of Tainted Princess
Storming back into the bedroom, I threw my suitcase on the bed, digging out a pair of simple black pants and a sweater, as well as some more sensible underwear. Once I was dressed, I slipped on my flats and snagged my phone out of my purse, dialing quickly.
“Yeah?” came the bored sounding voice on the other end of the line.
“Hey, Ricki. You busy?”
“Frankie? Hey, where the heck have you been?”
“You know, around.” I didn’t have the energy to dive into the reasons I hadn’t called my friend in over six months. “I was hoping you had time to see me tonight, though. I’m gonna be heading out of town for a bit, and I was wondering if you could fit me in for some work?”
“Are you for real, girl?” She sounded shocked, and I could totally understand. I had known Ricki since high school, and after graduation she had immediately started apprenticing as a tattoo artist. She was insanely talented and had quickly established herself as one of the best in the five boroughs. “You know I have been wanting to get my work on you for ages. You’ll look hot as fuck with my ink on your skin, girl. You have somethin’ in mind?”
I did. I had been tossing an idea around since the night I spent in the interrogation room, and I couldn’t wait to get it done.
“How about I head over, and I’ll show you what I’m thinking. But, I warn you, it’s pretty simple.”
Ricki laughed. “Frankie, with you, nothing is ever simple.”
Wasn’t that the fucking truth?
