YOMI.

3

damn, double homicide.

Elijah sat in his chair as he tattooed one of his many loyal clients. His mind had been going crazy since Yomi decided to end things with him, and of course tattooing was the only thing that could calm his nerves. He knew he couldn't be mad at Yomi for her decision, but it didn't make it hurt any less.

"Alright bro, I'm done. Go head and look in the mirror and let me know what you think." Elijah said, as he finished up on the tattoo and wiped the excess ink off.

"Aye bro, this hard as fuck. I appreciate you man. Where I pay at?"

"The front desk. Thanks for supporting man, imma fuck with you." They shook hands and his client exited his booth.

Here he was, back alone and left with his thoughts.

It was no doubt that he loved Yomi, but he didn't want to jump into a relationship and not love her properly.

He didn't know how to love properly. He had never been loved properly. How did she expect him to jump into a relationship with her? He definitely wasn't going to chase her though, there was too many fine ass women throwing themselves at him for him to care at the moment.

"Aye bro? You good?" G, one of the tattoo artists, asked poking his head in.

"Yeah, I'm good G. When my next appointment get her can you tell 'em where to come man?"

"Yeah, bro I got you."

There was a total of five artists in the shop, well three besides Yomi and Elijah.

First, there was Carter, but everyone called him G. He was 22 year old and had been tattooing since he was 16. G was the guy that hid his pain with jokes and laughter. He was never serious, but always brung light to dark situations.

Next, there was Ja or Jamel, whichever one preferred at the time. Ja is 23 years old. He was pretty quiet and a focused person. He was like the old man of the group. He was tied down by his girlfriend, Kari, and had a 2-year old daughter.