tattoo boy

[59]

Angelica's POV ❣|

When I finally felt like he wouldn't look after me, I deeply exhaled. How the hell can I continue doing this?

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Since I had about two tattoos to do, my day was occupied and I didn't see him at all. When my shift was over, and I cleaned up walking past the rest of the booths, his strong arms reached out and pulled me into one of the booths gently. Feeling fear abrupt again with color draining out of my face, I was prepared to run out of the room, but he placed both his hands on my shoulders, holding me in place.

"You can't just pull someone into a room." I rolled my eyes, looking away. Something about the look on his face made me soften my anger toward him.

"Angelica, please. You can hate me forever, but please just listen to me for one second," he pleaded with sadness taking over his face.

I relaxed my shoulders and quietly agreed. Letting his hands fall off my shoulders, Vinnie sighed prior to telling his point of view.

"I was in the shower preparing for you to visit and when I got out, Danica knocked on my door but I thought it was you. So, I answered. She told me she needed to return something but then she tricked me saying Anastasia was hurt." he continues to explain.

"When I ran to see the issues, Danica took her coat off and showed her lingerie. She kept trying to persuade me to do XYZ but I kept telling her to get out. Then she decided since she wasn't getting her way that she would fake moan and dive on my bed making it seem as if we were messing around. That's when I opened the door and saw the terror on your face."

"So she did all of that on purpose?" I stared at him.

"I'm not sure how she even knew you were coming-but Angelica, please believe me. I know it was stupid to even let her in but she refused to leave."

"Vinnie I-" I'm not sure if I should believe him. I want to and I think I should, but what if he breaks my heart again? What if Vinnie Hacker can't stay away from Danica? What if I'm just his pawn?

"I don't know what to think because my mind's screwed and everywhere," I nibbled on my bottom lip.

"-But...you're in my head even when you shouldn't be." my eyes felt glossy as if I was close to tears dropping so I looked away.

"I know it's hard to believe me, and I understand, but still, I've never once lied to you. I wouldn't want to start now."

"-I love you, Angelica Armani." He croaked, turning my head with his finger under my chin, looking down at me directly in my eyes liked he used to.

My breath stopped.

"I would never hurt you like that and I hated seeing you like this. I'll be here if you need me." His voice began getting shaky. He half-smiled once before beginning to walk to the door.

"Wait." I hugged him, stopping him from leaving the room. With my body pressed on his, I could feel the disappointment and guilt in his heartbeat. Even if I was facing his backside, I could see the hurt in his face.

"I believe you." I clenched tighter, letting that one tear slip.