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as a good excuse as to why I was outside their door.
I backed away from the scene slowly.
I could only imagine how weird things were going to get with Lincoln after.
Once you’ve seen someone naked, you could never look at them in the same light again.
Juno was laughing, but that quickly changed into moans.
I took a seat on the couch and knocked my fist against my forehead, while the words ‘stupid, stupid, stupid,’ played in my head on repeat.
Five minutes later, I heard a chorus of moans that signaled the climax of their tattoo parlor sex session.
It wasn’t long before Lincoln strolled out of the room, topless, and staring at the tattoos on his arms. He stood in front of one of the mirrors and examined the southern inspired artwork inked on his chiseled body, the Fleur-de-lis displayed predominantly above his right pec. Over the left one, there was a large tattoo that practically radiated, one displaying a crescent moon with a face in it. The moon was frowning like he had his heart broken. There were symbols written underneath it that I couldn’t make out.
I’d have to ask Lincoln about it later.
“What do you think?” he asked, pretending like I didn’t just witness him screwing Juno’s brains out on her tattoo table. I guess he was going to play this one cool, like it never happened.
Juno strolled out of the room, fully clothed, with a wide grin on her face.
“That was great, Dorian,” she exclaimed, shooting me a joyous look. “You really hit the right spot.” Her eyes never left me while she spoke.
“I assume you just broke over fifty health violations,” I stated.
Juno shrugged as she wrapped herself around Lincoln’s body, like a snake coiled around a tree branch.
“You going to report me?” she asked.
I was about to retaliate, but Lincoln was quick to hush us both.
“Relax you two,” he said. “I have a lot to do already. The last thing I want to add onto my list is babysitting. Juno, stop harassing Lucy. It was part of the agreement.”
“Whatever you say,” she said, scowling at me.
I rolled my eyes and plopped myself back down onto the couch.
“Are we done here?” I asked.
Lincoln shook his head. “The piercings, and then we’re done.”
It took another ten minutes for Juno to pierce both his ears with the needle. When she was finished, Lincoln wet his hair, and slicked it back.
He observed himself in the mirror.
“A bit of trimming off the sides, and a five o’ clock shadow and I think I’m set,” he said as he turned to me. “What do you think Lucy?”
“You definitely look different,” I replied. “More edgy looking, if that’s what you’re going for.”
Lincoln turned his attention back into the mirror, rubbed his chin, and grinned.
“Good,” he said, “Sometimes a bit of change is just what we need to continue living.”
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Chapter Seven
Shadow
“I want you to give me Elena Zhao,” I stated bluntly. “I want you to put me in a room with her. In exchange, I will give the Triad an empire.”
“It is funny how things changed so quickly in a matter of weeks, Mr. Tremaine,” Tsung said, raising the steaming noodles to his mouth with a pair of wooden chopsticks. He slurped them like a heathen, the translucent grease dripping from his fat lips.
“Nothing’s changed, Tsung,” I said as I sipped my tea.
It was a cold night. It usually was in Hong Kong, after an evening storm. The air was cool and damp and I felt a wet chill that soaked right down into my bones.
I placed my hands in my pockets and watched as the fat man devoured his large bowl of wonton soup. He had the physique of an overstuffed turkey and his greasy long hair and paper thin moustache added to his unsavory appearance.
We sat in the center of one of Kwonloon’s many outdoor street vendors. I felt exposed.
The thought of being double-crossed during my meeting with the Triad wasn’t too far-fetched. However, I had no other choice but to take my
I backed away from the scene slowly.
I could only imagine how weird things were going to get with Lincoln after.
Once you’ve seen someone naked, you could never look at them in the same light again.
Juno was laughing, but that quickly changed into moans.
I took a seat on the couch and knocked my fist against my forehead, while the words ‘stupid, stupid, stupid,’ played in my head on repeat.
Five minutes later, I heard a chorus of moans that signaled the climax of their tattoo parlor sex session.
It wasn’t long before Lincoln strolled out of the room, topless, and staring at the tattoos on his arms. He stood in front of one of the mirrors and examined the southern inspired artwork inked on his chiseled body, the Fleur-de-lis displayed predominantly above his right pec. Over the left one, there was a large tattoo that practically radiated, one displaying a crescent moon with a face in it. The moon was frowning like he had his heart broken. There were symbols written underneath it that I couldn’t make out.
I’d have to ask Lincoln about it later.
“What do you think?” he asked, pretending like I didn’t just witness him screwing Juno’s brains out on her tattoo table. I guess he was going to play this one cool, like it never happened.
Juno strolled out of the room, fully clothed, with a wide grin on her face.
“That was great, Dorian,” she exclaimed, shooting me a joyous look. “You really hit the right spot.” Her eyes never left me while she spoke.
“I assume you just broke over fifty health violations,” I stated.
Juno shrugged as she wrapped herself around Lincoln’s body, like a snake coiled around a tree branch.
“You going to report me?” she asked.
I was about to retaliate, but Lincoln was quick to hush us both.
“Relax you two,” he said. “I have a lot to do already. The last thing I want to add onto my list is babysitting. Juno, stop harassing Lucy. It was part of the agreement.”
“Whatever you say,” she said, scowling at me.
I rolled my eyes and plopped myself back down onto the couch.
“Are we done here?” I asked.
Lincoln shook his head. “The piercings, and then we’re done.”
It took another ten minutes for Juno to pierce both his ears with the needle. When she was finished, Lincoln wet his hair, and slicked it back.
He observed himself in the mirror.
“A bit of trimming off the sides, and a five o’ clock shadow and I think I’m set,” he said as he turned to me. “What do you think Lucy?”
“You definitely look different,” I replied. “More edgy looking, if that’s what you’re going for.”
Lincoln turned his attention back into the mirror, rubbed his chin, and grinned.
“Good,” he said, “Sometimes a bit of change is just what we need to continue living.”
#
Chapter Seven
Shadow
“I want you to give me Elena Zhao,” I stated bluntly. “I want you to put me in a room with her. In exchange, I will give the Triad an empire.”
“It is funny how things changed so quickly in a matter of weeks, Mr. Tremaine,” Tsung said, raising the steaming noodles to his mouth with a pair of wooden chopsticks. He slurped them like a heathen, the translucent grease dripping from his fat lips.
“Nothing’s changed, Tsung,” I said as I sipped my tea.
It was a cold night. It usually was in Hong Kong, after an evening storm. The air was cool and damp and I felt a wet chill that soaked right down into my bones.
I placed my hands in my pockets and watched as the fat man devoured his large bowl of wonton soup. He had the physique of an overstuffed turkey and his greasy long hair and paper thin moustache added to his unsavory appearance.
We sat in the center of one of Kwonloon’s many outdoor street vendors. I felt exposed.
The thought of being double-crossed during my meeting with the Triad wasn’t too far-fetched. However, I had no other choice but to take my
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