The Shadow Executioner

CHAPTER 4 Tattoo

I DANCED FREELY AS I SAW a short fat man bouncing up and down with the music getting closer to me. I ignored him and moved away bumping into a young couple that was grinding on each other, at this point they might as well get a room. I spun away from them and continued dancing to the variety of music that was playing singing along closing my eyes enjoying the moment I was in.

It felt good to dance and let my hair down again. I then felt a firm grasp on my wrist as I was pulled toward an older gentleman with white curly hair. I smiled and danced with him for a moment before he got closer to me. I backed up from him putting some distance between us before he grabbed my hips and rammed me into him.

"Let go of me!" I said shoving him away.

"What's wrong baby, we were just having a good time. You can't tell me you didn't feel the sparks." He said with a slurred accent as he licked his lips. I gave him a look of disgust and began walking away, why is there nothing but creeps everywhere I go? I thought to myself before the man grabbed my shoulder yanking my hair with his grasp. I gasped in pain before I felt a release of the pressure and was blocked by a man with dark denim jeans.

"I would back down if you know what's good for you." I heard his deep voice say menacingly before I heard a snap and scream on the other side of him. I tried to peer around him to see what happened but whatever happened was done in a blink of an eye. The mysterious man turned around and looked at me.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" He asked his calm voice soothing me with its subtle accent. I looked at him completely unfazed by the fact that he called me sweetheart. I nodded yes and let my eyes travel around his body. He was a stunning man; he was dressed in dark denim jeans that fit him so well they looked like they were made for him. They highlighted his round ass and thick thighs and where perfectly tucked into his black biker boots. I let my eyes travel up the white v neck t-shirt he was wearing I was taking in every tight muscle of his chest, and his large biceps when I finally let my eyes rest on the most beautifully sculpted face I have ever seen.

His diamond shaped face was decorated with the darkest onyx facial hair, his facial hair made a perfect line from his hairline that ended on either side of his ears to his high cheek bones down his jawline to his chin, the top of the hair under his cheeks fading softly into his jawline. His mustache glided down around his cupids bow like a delicate brush stroke that connected to the beard that he had trimmed short. His mauve colored lips looked so smooth, his bottom lip a bit thicker than his top lip. His lips curled upwards into a smile.

"Like what you see love?" His deep voice asked making my cheeks flush a light rose color as I realized I was staring at him. I cleared my throat and turned my attention to his eyes. My god was this man sent from heaven? I thought as I saw a kaleidoscope of colors, his eyes were enthralling, the dark black pupil was surrounded by a deep golden topaz color that seemed to burst like a star. The tendrils of his eyes were a stunning cobalt blue mixed with a light honey color that made the sky at dusk squeal in jealousy. I could get lost in the light mint green flecks that adorned his captivating eyes. I blinked a few times realizing I was staring again and gave him a nervous smile.

"Thank you for that. . . I'm sorry what was your name again?" I asked tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear looking up at him. He held his smile and gently placed his index and thumb under my chin turning my head to the side as he leaned down to my ear. Just that simple touch made my heart skip a beat.

"I never said my name love, would you like to know it?" He whispered huskily, his warm breath dancing delicately along the nape of my neck, I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up as I simply whispered back.

"Yes"

"Damian." He said stepping back and releasing my chin from his grasp. He ran his fingers through his silky black hair, the two-inch-long hair at the top textured perfectly on the top of head. He swiped it to the left giving his well-groomed look a messy one. The sides of his hair faded into a gradient of dark to light into his neck. I looked at him and smiled.