Vengeance

2.4- Take me to church

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I laid down in the hotel mattress with my Gina beside me. Silence filled the walls around us as I contemplated on what I should do. I didn’t know whether to stay here and try again tomorrow or if I should just really give up. My plan from the beginning was to pursue this investigation. I had hardly gotten anything. 

And what I did get didn’t hardly make sense. What was I supposed to do? Every place that I searched came up to be a dead end. I didn’t know what to do. I could pick my phone up and call anybody because the time over here was so far ahead. 

I couldn’t think about my mother anymore, not today at least. I ran my fingers lightly down Gina’s arm and she shivered. I smirked at her as I could see goose bumps raising on her skin. Her black hair was sprawled out along my chest. Her feet to my feet, her legs curled with mine. 

I had always loved her height, but right not I was loving it even more. I loved how easily her legs could wrap around mine. She was almost as tall as me and I would never complain. I could never understand why other men could like short girls. Why would a man want to have to bend down to kiss?

Gina had a small smile on her lips and she was biting the inside of her cheek. She looked up at me with her beautiful brown eyes. 

“Harry, I want to get a tattoo.” She says again to me. 

“This is the second time you have told me Gina. Are you sure you want one?” I ask her.

“Pretty sure. I don’t know exactly what I want because there are so many options, I just know that I want something with meaning and that I will always love.” She said to me.

“You sure as hell are not getting my name on your skin.” I joked. 

She shoved me and started to giggle. “Im not obsessed with you Harry.” She said to me. 

“No, but you could be. Like I am with you.” I said to her.

“What do you mean?” She asked me. 

“I recently got another tattoo.” I told her. 

“How could I have not seen it? I know every place on you. Where is this tattoo.?” She asks me. 

I smirk at her and begin to lift my shirt. “Don’t tell me it’s the leaves because those have been there.” 

I smirk and lift my shirt higher. I loved how determined she was to find it. Her hands were cold against my warm skin. Her hands traced my chest and raked over the exposed skin. 

“Take it off.” She orders. 

“Yes maam.” I tell her and lift my shirt up all the way. 

Her eyes scan my chest as her eyes widen. She looks at my left shoulder area and bites on her knuckle. 

“Your branded my initial onto your skin?” She asks me. 

I take her hand and place it onto my newest tattoo and I place my hand onto hers. I clear my throat as I begin to speak. 

“No. I did not brand myself. I simply got a G because it means so many things. Sure your name may start with a G, but it means so much more. G for Gina.” I say as I lightly kiss her frantic lips. 

“G for goodness. G for giggles. G for giddiness. G for goals. It means so much more than you know.”

I tell her. 

“But mainly my name right?” She asks. 

I nod to her. “You shouldn’t have done that.” She says and pulls her hand away from my chest . She moved away from me and she storms out of the hotel room.