One Last Shot ✔️

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(I didn't reread, sorry grammar mistakes)

Ilaria

That was hot.

I have no idea what I'm thinking right now. I was fucking angry when he just brought us her thinking he can make me do whatever he wants, but the moment he grabbed my neck I felt his power over me.

"It's gonna hurt a little." Said the idiot behind me making me roll my eyes as I laid on my right side so he can remove the stupid tattoo.

I looked over at Ryder and he was sitting on the old leather couch. He looked good today.

He had some black jeans on and a black shirt as well hugging his muscles as his chains were around his veiny throat.

His arm was bleeding and the blood was visible through the white fabric he had around it. I have no idea what happened but I'm sure he just got in a fight.

That's like his thing.

I placed both of my hands under my cheek as I kept looking at him. He had a cigarette between his lips as he was going through his phone and his legs were on the table.

He blew the smoke out making it be seen because of all the blue and red lights. The only white light was above my ass while the whole shop had led lights.

The walls were covered in posters and tattoo ideas.

I looked back down at Ryder and he by now had weed on the wood table in front of him.

He started to make lines with the drugs he had as he bent down and snorted to them.

Seeing him like this made me hate what he's doing. I've seen people do drugs in front of me a lot, but it never bothered me as seeing it now.

Maybe cause I'm fully sober now. That's probably why, or why else would I care right?

He leaned back on the couch as she throw his head back and closed his eyes.

I licked my lips as he opened his eyes and turned his head towards me making our eyes meet. His eyes were as dark as always.

Non of us looked away as I could feel his aurora getting into my body through distance making me swallow the saliva in my mouth.

"We're done." He said making me look away as I stood up.

"Want to see it?" He asked making me talk.

"No." I muttered as I pulled my pants and walked out the shop. I could feel the pain in my ass as I was walking.

I opened the door to the car as I got in with pain in my ass and legs.

"Fucking shit..." I whispered throwing my head back as I closed my eyes, I placed my hands under my ass to find a way to stop the pain.

He got out of the shop as he came towards the car a smirk on his face making me want to kill him.

He opened the door as he got in and talked.

"Does it hurt?" He asked stupidly making me look at him and give him a death glare.

"I take that as a yes." He said looking at the mirror as he drove off.

He placed some music more exact The Weeknd and chase Atlantic.

Through out the ride I could barely sit on my ass. It was hurting so bad, it didn't even hurt that much when he removed it.

I tried to sit on only one side but it wasn't working before his voice came.

"Go and lay in the backseat if it's hurting so much." He said changing the gear.