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Rush Women in his bed, celebs and rockers in his chair and a killer bank account at his disposal, life is pretty freaking swell. Then she walks back into it again. With her mismatched eyes, perfect pink mouth and a laugh that still haunts him, she gave him nothing but marvelous misery. Now she wants his hands on her again. Not for pleasure, but for pain. For Ink. A bleeding heart to match the one she left him with five years ago. Addison She cant forget him. No matter how hard shes tried. The pain she caused him in the past eats at her daily, and she cant move on with her life. But she has a plan, a hope for redemption a way for him to take his revenge out on her flesh. But itll only work if he lets her inside his exclusive world, under his famous artists needle and into his bedand heart-once again.

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First Ink

Wicked Ink Chronicles -1

by

Laura Wright

Addison

Oh my god, Lisa says, staring at the billboard covering one massive wall of the convention center. He is the hottest thing that ever walked the earth. You shouldve warned me, Addy.

I dont say a thing. Just tear my gaze from the black and white photograph on the billboard and head for the virtual mosh pit of bodies stretching out in front of us. My heart is slamming furiously against my ribs as I push up on my tiptoes and try to see over the crowd, see the live version of what Lisa and I have been staring at for a good five minutes. But its impossible. Inked bodies with stilettos and mohawks block my view of the manthe attractionin the center. As I hear the buzzing sound of a tattoo needle at work, I suddenly wish I had worn heels and a color other than beige.

There must be five hundred people here, Lisa says, awe threading her voice. Just to watch him work. Is he famous or something?

Very, I say as we walk around the circle of spectators, trying to find a way in.

Lisa is much more appropriately dressed than I am for a tattoo convention, in a pink miniskirt and tight black t-shirt that shows off her small but firm rack. More than a few guys have noticed her already, and maybe even a girl or twosomething I know she loves probably more than she should. The girl is a terrible flirt, and really stands out with her long mane of nearly white blond hair and crystal blue eyes.

Does he tattoo celebrities and rockers and models and people like that? she asks, searching the crowd for an opening.

Thats what I hear, I say.

Im clearly offering as little information as possible on what I know about Rushs life. And the frown Lisa keeps throwing my way lets me know its starting to piss her off. A fact I can live with as Im really not up for telling her how closely I follow him.

This is bullshit. She grabs my hand. Were going to cut.

Wait, Lis. I dont want to cause a scene. Really dont want Rush to see me yet. Not when he can walk in the opposite direction.

Lisa turns those pale blue eyes on me. The ones that say, Hey, girlie, I just drove six hours from L.A. to be here with you. We both know why. And Im not hanging in the back when the action is up front.

This, of course, is all in my mind. What she actually says is, This is it, Addy. Youve been working this problem for five years now. Do you want to see him or not?

Just the thought of going face to face with Rush again makes me nauseated as hell. I fist my shaking hands and press them to my sides.

I know this cant be easy, Lisa continues. But Im with you a hundred percent, okay?

Okay, I manage to get out before another wave of nausea hits me.

We have a plan, she says.

Absolutely.

Tell me the plan, Addison.

Lisa is my best friend, and the one person on earth who has my back. And its odd because were complete opposites. We met the second week of classes our freshman year at UC Santa Barbara, and instantly clicked. Same English major, same desire to live off campus. This good girl from a wealthy family who wanted to be bad, and me, a girl who grew up with nothing, and was tossed around from place to place, but always dreamed of a different life. A stable life. A real life.

The plan is, I say, wetting my lips because theyve gone so dry they hurt. We go up to him after the demonstration. You chat up his handler, while I try and get him alone.

She cocks her head to the side. Did the plan sound better in the car?

Shut up! I go off, half laughing.

She grins. Come on.

We try to move closer, deeper into the crowd, but before we make it to the third tier a couple of girls shoulder us back. They glare at us, copping some major attitude, thinking were trying take their spot. Which we kind of are, so we back off again. Im not nearly as badass as I used to be. Back in the day I probably wouldve gotten in their faces, shared some words.

Further down, we spot a fissure in the throng and hurry toward it. Lisa heads in first, her body language all determined now, ready to take on any chick even if she has a legitimate reason to be pissed at us.

You cant get close to him without a special pass, I hear a girl say to her friend as we snake through. But they say its only for taking a picture with him.

Are you serious? the other girl says. Hes not doing any more ink today?

Just this one piece. He normally doesnt go to conventions.

Fuck, the girl said on a groan. Ive been on his waiting list for six months. I thought this would be my chance.

Well, if you get to take a picture with him maybe you can convince him to get you in sooner.

The woman pressed her breasts together and grinned. I do have two very powerful methods of persuasion.

Lisa leans in and whispers in my ear. First of all, gross. Second, we need to get you a picture with him.

I shake my head. A picture is the last thing I want from Rush. I have plenty. Of him. Of us. What I wantwhat I needis to be able to get a few minutes alone with him. To apologize for what I did five years ago. The concept sounded so simple, but so far hes rejected my every attempt. Calls, letters, even trying to get on the waiting list at his tattoo shop, Wicked Ink. He wants nothing to do with me. And I dont blame him.

It was a complete fluke that someone at school was talking about the Las Vegas tattoo convention, and getting some ink done before graduation in six weeks. I didnt think Rush would be there. He seems to never work outside his shop. But when I heard he would be, I packed up the car, pretended I didnt have finals bearing down on me and convinced Lisa to ride shotgun.

Theres a sudden shift in the crowd, and Lisa and I bump into each other. Everyone seems to be moving forward like an ocean wave. Then I see a woman being helped up onto a chair. Shes young, early twenties like me, really pretty, very tatted up and dressed like a 1950s pin-up girl. Her dark eyes scan the crowd and she brings a microphone to her cherry-red lips.

Okay, Assholes, she says in the sweetest of tones, her voice booming over the din of hard-driving music and buzzing needles. He says hell take one more.

Like a clap of thunder, the crowd goes nuts. My heart flies into my throat with the intensity. Hands shoot into the air, tickets clasped in their fingers, fluttering like a mass of yellow butterflies.

The woman grins wickedly, and her diamond nose piercing flashes in the lights. Shes got some serious charisma. Like the kind that not only brings guys to their knees, but makes them want to crawl around on the floor for a while.

But, she says real drawn out-like. He wants a virgin.

The disappointment is instant. As I try to figure out what the girl is talking about, all around me, both men and womenbut frankly, a lot more womentoss around the stink face and shake their heads.

So Ms. Pin-Up says. Any ink virgins here today?

Three hands go up, and to my utter shock and horror, one of them is Lisas. And though Im relieved were all talking about virginal tattoos here, my eyes cut to her instantly. What are you doing?

I dont know, she laughs, her face pink and excited.

Put your hand down, I hiss. Before they

You! Ms. Pin-Up calls out.

Before I even turn back, I know the girl is pointing at Lisa. Eyes wide, my crazy-assed best friend bites her lip, then grabs my hand. Come on.

Dont do this, I said, my old nemesis nausea creeping back to stake claim to my stomach.

Too late, Addy. She sounds completely giddy, like her brain has turned into Skittles. Besides, heres your way in.

This wasnt the plan, I argue.

Fuck the plan, Addy. Sometimes you just have to jump.

Im about to tell her that getting in the car and driving to Vegas, not telling anyone, no hotel room, is jumping, but Ms. Pin-Up is staring at us expectantly. Along with about a hundred other people.

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