Royal’s POV
I don’t know how the fuck this girl new about Max, but she needs to keep her mouth closed. Which is why I’m about to do one of the worst things I’ve ever done. It’s also why I’m sitting at Jeremy’s after school staring at the person who could ruin me.
“I’ll help you get close to Hugh.”
“REALLY! I thought you weren’t close to him.”
“Let’s get this straight me and Hugh don’t like each other, but we just got assigned to the same project so if you thought we hung out a lot before you’re about to get a surprise.”
“YAY! What will we do first? Can I have his number now?”
“Slow your roll. I’ll help you if you keep your mouth shut about Max or any other exes that might approach you. I hear anything about anyone of them from you I fucking swear that I will shut the whole operation down and then I will ruin your life.”
She looked terrified and I did the only reasonable thing of giving her the sweetest and most menacing smile I could.
“And I told you that you have to get a number from him or someone close to him. I don’t want to get into a fight over giving away his number to some rando. It wouldn’t help your case of you got it from me anyways.”
“Okay…”
“I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you around,” I slid out of my seat and slammed a $100 down. I didn’t have time to count the cost so might as well give Jeremy the extra money. This place could use. It might also be able to distract him from the fact that I haven’t taken a bite of the food in front of me.
Jeremy Mills was the closest thing I had to an older brother. Before he left for the military I was basically glued to his side and whenever he came home I was still telling him about everything. When he retired and opened his sandwich shop I was right there, in that shitty apartment, helping him design and make this business. He even named a sandwich ‘Royal’s treat’ for me. Yeah, he was nice to literally everyone, but we were family. No doubts. That’s why he was the only person on this planet who knew literally everything about me and what’s happened to me.
“Keep the change, J! I’ll fucking know if you actually have!”
“Got it! Stop worrying! Ah..”
He fought in the Marines, in Iraq for fucks sake, and somehow he’s gotten more injuries from the fucking kitchen.
“Say high to Cookie and you know… Jewel.”
I loved Cookie, she was the sweetest, cutest Frenchie you will ever meet. I hated Jewel, she was the fakest, bitchiest woman you will ever meet. Sadly Jeremy doesn’t listen to me about throwing his fiancé to the curb especially with my taste in women.
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah…” crash, “see you later.”
Oh, yeah, Jeremy was great, but he was also a fucking mess. I’m still celebrating that he even made it home safe. I gave one more look to Sasha who still looked terrified and went to get another tattoo.
I was covered with tattoos. Not in the sense where you couldn’t see anything, but tattoo just in the sense I had a lot of them all across my body. My first tattoo I got was a snake wrapping around my upper arm and shoulder onto my collarbone. It was painful as fuck, but I welcomed that pain and started to like tats.
I’m pissed off right now, so I’m headed to get another one because, as Jer stated multiple times, my methods of dealing with negative emotions are unhealthy as shit. But after my 9th piercing I decided I’m done with those, so tats are the only answer. Although I don’t want to hear shit from him because he literally begged me to get a matching parabatai tattoo, from his favorite show and book series Shadowhunters, with him until I finally agreed. Of course he looked so happy and I’m happy I finally did something for him instead of the other way around.
I’ve decided to get a tattoo on the base of the back of my neck that says ‘we’re all mad here‘ because I can. I know that it’s technically illegal to tat someone underage, but there’s no punishment for me being tatted and unless if the cops catch the person tatting me they can’t do anything about it. And if everyone is being honest they don’t care.
My parlor is also three hours away and I have a fake ID so no one is going to do anything.
Sorry this chapter is so short. Do you guys want pictures of tattoos and piercings I imagine Royal having or do you just want to be left to your own imagination.
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