Rebel Girl

15} Take Me Or Leave Me

© Amber Kalkes 2015

Song: "All Apologies" By Nirvana

Chapter Fifteen: Take Me Or Leave Me

“Never fear your favorite people are here!” Sutton announces as we walk into the tattoo shop. I immediately face palm and turn bright red. She just has to announce us doesn’t she?

I’m so into my own embarrassment that I don’t notice anyone approaching me until I’m suddenly lifted off the ground and over someone’s shoulder. Dropping my hand I let out a surprised squeal before coming into view with the cutest ass I have seen all day. This, matched with familiar cologne, tells me exactly who it is so I don’t hesitate to slap him right on the butt. Stupidly though I didn’t think he’d do it back.

Boy was I wrong.

“Ow!” I squeal has his hand connects on my butt.

“Payback is a bitch.” Lou chuckles as he starts rocking me on his shoulder. I cling to the back of his shirt with a squeal when I feel myself falling forward. Chuckling he straightens me a bit before holding me a bit tighter. “Silly girl, I’m not going to let you fall. Where is your trust?”

“In you?” I ask before humming in mock thought. “Damn, must have left them in my other jeans.”

“Well that won’t do.” He mumbles before shrugging making me jump on his shoulder and cling to his shirt tighter. That does not help my stability! “I guess I’ll have to keep you up here until you trust me no matter what pants your wearing.”

“Or lack there of!” Sutton yells from somewhere in the shop making a few laughs mix in with the buzzing of the tattoo guns.

Rolling my eyes I’m about to come back with a hopefully witty comment when he shifts me on his shoulders again. Panicking I quickly give in. “Okay, okay, I trust you, Lou. Please don’t drop me!”

Chuckling he crouches a little before slowly letting me slide to my feet down his chest. His hands are on my hips most of the way, guiding me and steadying me when all the blood in my head makes me wobble a bit. Running my hand through my hair I flop it all to one side of my face and peek up at him just in time to see his grin fall into pure anger.

Gripping my chin he rubs his thumb gently over the bruise on my cheek. “What the hell is this?”

I step back and out of his hold before adjusting my hair again. “Nothing.”

“Nothing.” He repeats with a sigh. I don’t respond but I can feel his dark green eyes on me, trying to figure me out. “We’ll talk about this later.”

Or never, I mentally suggest.

“Hey, Monroe! You gonna finish up my damn tat or are you going to continue harassing a pretty girl?” A gruff voice yells from somewhere in the building.

Lou runs a hand through his dark hair before grabbing my hand. “Come on, you’ll stick by me today.”

“But—“

“No ‘buts’.” He says before smirking at me over his shoulder. “Besides I think you’ll really like this one.”

Pulling me into a little cubicle like area I spot a large guy, shirtless and laying on a black plush massage slab. Since he’s laying down all I can really see his impressive beard and red bare chest smeared with ink, dark jean clad legs, motorcycle boots and a silver belt buckle nestled under his beer belly. Lou pulls my hand a little and guides me further into the area.