𝗨𝗻𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟳

2:00 A.M.

Amanda kept tossing and turning as she thought about the moment Lenny rejected her. Reliving the embarrassment over and over. She physically cringed.

"Ughh...I need some tea."

Amanda walked down the stairs to the kitchen carefully so as to not wake Lenny.

With proved to be pointless as Lenny sat at the island with a bottle of whiskey in front of him.

His bare back faced the entrance of the kitchen which gave Amanda a look at his tattooed back.

"It looked amazing." Amanda thought for lack of a better word. There was a 'H' surrounded by faces of ghostly men completely covering his back. The details, the art; it marked his skin so beautifully.

Although, it looked familiar. It was similar to Antone's tattoos on his arms.

"Strange. Why do they have that same odd H?" Amanda muttered.

"Amanda." Lenny said turning around hearing the mutters.

"Oh. Hey. I couldn't sleep...thought I'll come down for some tea. Do you want some?"

"No, I'm fine." Lenny said gesturing to the glass in his hands.

"Oh." Amanda said.

Amanda poured water in the kettle and then sat at the island next to Lenny.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh...You kill a priest." Amanda said jokingly remembering the saying she heard in her childhood for when one couldn't sleep.

Lenny didn't laugh or smile because it might've been true given the number of lives he had taken. He took a sip and tried to ignore the young beauty.

"Your tattoo is very nice."

"Thank you." Lenny said.

"Antone has the same one, much smaller though. The 'H' I mean. You guys must be really close to have the same tattoos." Amanda said.

"Your tea." Lenny said as he tried to distract the young girl with the whistling of the kettle.

"Oh shucks," Amanda said as she went to make her cup of tea.

By the time she was finished, Lenny had disappeared.

"Goodnight to you too." Amanda said and rolled her eyes.

As she blew on her tea to cool it off. Her mind stayed on Lenny's tattoo. "Why the same tattoo? Could it be the initial of their last name? Rena did say they were like brothers. No, that wasn't it. Lenny's last name was Acame." Amanda said to herself.

"A cult? A gang?" Amanda said chuckling to herself at the ridiculous thought.

"Maybe I'm just overthinking like usual."

"Don't be naïve, he shot you. And Rena was very secretive and defensive about his 'job'. Is it so out of the ballpark that he could be a part of something bad?"

Her inquisitive mind demanded Amanda abandon her tea and go upstairs for her phone, searching the meaning of the tattoo by describing its peculiar font.

There was limited information about the font but one thing that stuck out was the mention of a mob. Not much information about that either. If she didn't know any better, she would've thought of it as a myth.

"Oh fuck." Amanda said, "He's a part of a gang."

A look of shock covered her features.

Why? She didn't know. This shouldn't have come as a surprise to her since she knew his job did require guns suggesting it was deadly. Rena did imply he went through the worst of the worst and the tattoos.