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E I G H T : T A T T O O E D G O D

A/N: Now this is last chapter from Kat's POV. Like I said, you'll be yelling at the both of them haha.

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E I G H T : T A T T O O E D  G O D

K A T A R I N A

As I move my hips on the dance floor of the club, I get this feeling like someone is watching me but I'm sure every man in this place is right now. Between the clothes I'm wearing that leave little to the imagination and the way I'm moving my body, why wouldn't they look? I won't deny that I like them looking. As long as they don't touch me, they can eye fuck me all they want. I won't give them the time of day.

There's only one man that I will allow to touch my body in ways only the imagination can make up. Mine to be exact. Since that's the only time he shows up is in my dreams at night—every night.

The more I dance, the more I can feel the alcohol flowing through my veins and it's making me feel warm, fuzzy. I like that. I came here tonight for a reason. I needed to release myself with some fun.

I'd offer to bring Skye but she's incredibly too young for the club. I'll have to do something with her soon since we haven't really been able to since she showed up on my doorstep over a month ago. I get this overwhelming motherly urge to call her and see how she's doing. She's at home in the loft right now but she's alone. I still get worried about her. Worried that my brother will find out she's here and hurt her.

Making my way to the restroom, I no longer can feel the gaze on my back and shrug it off. There's a girl in the stall currently puking her guts out as her friend holds her hair. I give them a sympathetic smile as I make my way into an available one. As I release myself, I pull out my phone and call Skye. She answers after the second ring.

"Katarina why are you calling me? Aren't you suppose to be at the club living the life? Maybe hooking up with some guy," she giggles into the phone. Her middle eastern accent thick and I can't help giggling as she uses broken English Western lingo that doesn't sound right coming from her mouth. I won't deny I may have corrupted her with American pop culture and what not the last month.

"I called to check on you and no, there will be no hook ups," I laugh.

"That's a shame cause you could sure use it. Five months has been a long time. And that's even assuming you were active before losing your memory. Just remember to use protection young lady," she mocks me and I can't help but laugh more.

"Just who do you think you're calling young lady, little one. And how do you know about that stuff? Aren't you a little young?" I scold her.