Book two of 'The Vengeance Duology'
Five years ago, the lads and I made the biggest mistake of our lives-a reckless decision that shattered everything.
We destroyed what mattered most, but my deepest regret is how much I hurt her.
Every moment of pa...
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"I'm getting a tattoo too," Estelle says, linking arms with Valentina right next to me.
"No," I say simply, giving her a serious look.
"And why the fuck not?" she asks, spinning around to face me, daring me to argue.
"Let the girl get a tattoo," Nicco chimes in with a smirk.
I shake my head. "stell, that thing is on your body for the rest of your life."
She gives me an unimpressed look, then glances at Nicco, Gio, Theo, Lucas, Jacques, and finally Valentina, scanning all our tattoos before her eyes land back on me, brow raised like she's just made the most obvious point in the world. She has.
I groan, throwing my hands up. "Fine."
"Yayyyyy!" she shouts, squeezing Valentina's arm in excitement.
Valentina laughs, shooting me a teasing look. "Look at you, all protective. Afraid she will go rogue with a tattoo?"
I roll my eyes, unable to help a grin. "Just... nothing wild, alright, Estelle? No regrets."
"Trust me," she says with a wink. "If anyone's learned from your mistakes, it's me."
"I haven't made any mistakes," I say, shrugging. Valentina and Estelle both raise their eyebrows, giving me that look.
"I haven't made any mistakes when it comes to my tattoos," I add, crossing my arms defensively.
Valentina smirks. "Sure, Mr. 'I got my first tattoo at 16 and never regretted it.'"
I roll my eyes, sighing dramatically. "God, is this what it's going to be like for the rest of my life? My girlfriend and my sister ganging up on me?"
"Not your girlfriend," Valentina says, keeping that teasing glint in her eye.
"Yet," I mutter in her ear, leaning in close so only she can hear.
All eight of us walk into the tattoo shop—the same place the lads and I have been coming to for years, ever since Valentina got her butterfly tattoo five years ago. The tattooist glances up from his station, giving me a respectful nod.
"Mr. Bianchi," he greets me, then his eyes sweep over the group, settling briefly on Estelle. "And some new faces, I see."
Estelle clings a bit closer to Valentina, excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. "I'm getting my first tattoo today," she announces.
I cross my arms, eyeing her. "Are you absolutely sure, Stell? Once it's there, it's not coming off."
She raises an eyebrow at me, looking from me to all the lads, each of us covered in tattoos, then back at Valentina, whose own ink is peeking out. "Really, Alessio?" she says dryly. "You, of all people, questioning me about permanence?"
