“I’ll be at the store if you need me.” I give her a small grin and turn to leave but a firm hand stops me by pulling my wrist.
“Are you fucking with Wilder’s daughter?” Dean whispers into my ear, “Do you have a death wish?”
“Relax I’m not doing anything just keeping an eye on her,” I reply calmly, seeing that Lenny keeps her busy from the corner of my eye.
“Don’t do anything stupid.”
“Like what?” I give him a stone-cold look.
“Don’t hurt her because you’re hurting.”
My jaw clenches tight for the second time today as I gulp down my saliva hard. “I won’t.”
Blakely
“I’ll see you later, Lenny.” I wave at her as I depart to my caravan for another session, Chaos and Arrow are on my heels as I cross the road.
I have known Dean since I was a little girl. Over the years he always came to visit me and Dad at our shop and even worked with us from time to time.
Lenny and Dean are both tattoo artists and the amount of inspiration they instilled in me is endless. I have so much respect for them. At twenty-seven, Lenny is a successful name in the industry. She traveled with her husband and tattooed people all over the state and abroad. They have their shop when they’re not on the road and she is the coolest lady I’ve ever met. Surfing, riding her skateboard, doing extreme sports—all when she’s not pregnant, of course.
They are goals.
“Come on, girls.” They follow me until we reach the door of the caravan and I place two plastic cups with water on the ground for them. “Drink.”
They do and settle down under a shade.
I drag my pen down the clipboard, and my eyes scan thevarious names before I read the next name on the list.
Milo.
I grab my phone and send him a text.
Blakely
Are you ready for your tattoo session?
Milo
I was born ready!
On my way.
I chuckle to myself as I prepare my equipment in the meantime.
Milo comes into view, jumping inside with his vibrant energy. “I brought you fresh lemonade, Donna made it this morning.” He settles a bottle on the table and takes a seat on the chair.
“Thank you that would be great after the amazing food I just had.” I open the cap and take a few sips before I place it back in the same spot.
“It seems like you’re doing great so far, right?” His eyes squint.
I nod as my smile widens, “Sure, I’m having a great time.”
“Good!” He leans back.
I set my speaker, starting a new playlist before I pull Milo’s stencil from a pile I made for my clients this week. I took the time to text all of them yesterday and get an idea of what theywant me to tattoo. Thankfully, all of them want small ones with no major amount of work.
It’s crazy, some people come here to spend one day watching the bikers, eating food, and getting a tattoo. I didn’t think anyone would do that but I guess that’s why people are coming here from afar.
