#Chapter193
Frustration-02
I sit on the stool at the Night Stalker club own by Pyke’s parents. He’s my second cousin from Dad. A mid-twenties with a fake blonde guy is serving another customer three seats apart from me. Then he comes to me to get my drinks. He has a lip ring, nose ring, and brow ring, and has tattoos all over his forearms. It looks good on him though, then I remember my tattoo on my back.
/"What can I getcha, Bash?/"
My brows arch. How does he know me?
/"How did you know my name?/" I ask, my brows raise quizzically.
/"I’m the one who inked your back. You might not remember me because you were wasted, and you collared me to ink you,/" he explains. /"I’m Kyland, by the way./" He extends his hand.
I grip it for a handshake. /"Thanks! You did a great job,/" I say sincerely.
He smiles, nodding. /"Lucky girl,/" he says after placing a cold beer bottle for me.
/"Lucky girl?/" I ask.
/"Trinity?/"
