“Yeah, I’m not sure it is,” I admit, throwing my hands in the air.
Charlotte goes into her bag to pull out two papers and then handing them off. Memphis simply nods and goes out to the front.
“Honey, do you remember what you got me for Christmas?” she attempts to get me to guess. I nod my head, they were designs that Memphis helped when she was ready.
Then it hits me.
“You gave him both.”
Finn cracks a smile and he understands what's going on now. He doesn’t understand one of them and the significance.
D.R laughs, “Someone want to tell me the inside joke.”
Charlotte looks into my eyes, holding my attention, but answering D.R, “Guess it’s time to officially stake your claim.”
I lean down to kiss her with pure excitement coursing through me. She’s getting my ink. My name. My symbol.
“She’s allowing me to tell everyone. Hands off fuckers.”
“Can I watch?” Finn chimes in. We both nod as Memphis comes back. He comes into the eating area, pulling us into a group hug.
Finn and Memphis trot along, I pull her back for a moment. She’s had time to think about everything, but I would never want to make her do something she wasn’t ready for.
“Angel, you sure? I told you whenever you’re ready,” I say.
She throws her arms around me, “Keola, I didn’t expect you nor expect to fall so hard as I am. But when someone comes into your life and that small voice that has been quieted says that you deserve this, you don’t deny it.” She gives me a soft kiss. She pulls back looking at the stupid love sick look on my face.
She’s falling for me.
She grips my cut, yanking me, “Which means, if you screw up, Topaz or Tessa’s gonna help me with your grave.”
There’s my savage angel. Ruthless, protective, relentless, breathtaking.
She sways out the door, tossing her sinfully delicious ass.
Memphis has everything set up in the farm place, she wanted to do something private, away from the hustle of the club in the main clubhouse.
Memphis sits in his chair next to the table with Finn asking him 20,000 questions. Charlotte starts to sit on the table and gives me a wink.
If you had asked me when I came to the mainland if I was ever going to find somebody like her I would have told you no. But this strong woman across from me makes me count my blessings and just pray that I keep in mind the work that we've put in.
She starts to strip away the T-shirt leaving her in just a sports bra and her jeans. I walk over tempted to just touch her. I see the vines that trail along her body and the beautiful design on her side now ruined by the scarring. Memphis has said that he would rework it around the scarring that way you wouldn't damage any of the skin.
I look at Finn, he's curious in the way that he wants to know how things work. “You ever want a tattoo for yourself, kid?”
He spreads a grin across his face and gives a gentle nod. He points out to the tattoo that's on Charlotte's left hand where there were two stars and one of them was shaded on the right. “I want one just like this one when I’m old enough.”
“Why that one?” I asked. We never did tell the story about our own ink.
Charlotte caresses Finn's cheek, “Because I got it because of him. It reminds me that I have a special little man who always dreams of bigger adventures.”
“Because Peter Pan was always my favorite story. So that's why she got the stars and I want them one day too.”
The connection that they share is unfathomable. It's not every day that a special connection is formed between blood. Charlotte would never call herself a mother to him, but her own maternal instincts are stronger and incredible.
Memphis finishes setting up and looks at her with his glasses on, “I need to put the stencil on for your mark first so we can get that out of the way then we can work on your lines. Do you have any preferences or ideas of where you want the emblem?”
Charlotte licks her lips, and points to the other side of her collarbone we're one of the vines of her ongoing tattoo wasn't. She wants it to be seen.
