Twisted by Knight Natasha

Author:Knight, Natasha
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Published: 2019-02-19T05:00:00+00:00

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We don’t head into Rome until after nine that evening. The city is beautiful at night, although I’m too anxious about the tattoo to enjoy it. Gregory is sitting beside Matteo and they’re speaking in Italian. I’m in the backseat clutching my sketchbook to myself and watching the scenery.

“You can change your mind,” Gregory taunts once we park the SUV.

“I’m fine,” I say, relaxing my hold on the book.

He’d also offered me some pills to numb any pain before we left the house, but I refused them. If I do this, I want to feel it. I want to feel every prick of the needle.

I button my coat as we get out of the car, Matteo lighting up a cigarette and following close behind as Gregory and I walk ahead.

“Why do you need a bodyguard?” I ask.

“A bodyguard?”

“Matteo.”

“He’s not a bodyguard.”

“What is he then?”

Gregory shrugs a shoulder. “Anything I need him to be.”

I recognize the alley-like street where the tattoo parlor is located. Apart from a few lights in the windows of the buildings and that of the parlor itself, it’s pretty dark compared to the rest of the city.

“Are you sure she’ll have time for me?” I ask.

He opens the parlor door and turns to me. “I booked her especially for you. But if you’re rethinking it…” he trails off, taking hold of my collar, tugging me closer.

“I’m not chickening out.”

“Good.”

We walk inside and the place is empty but for the girl I recognize. She’s leaning on the counter reading something on her phone and when she sees us, she smiles at Gregory then at me, takes the gum out of her mouth and throws it into a trashcan before sorting through the papers in front of her.

“Amelia, this is Laura, Laura, Amelia.”

“Nice to meet you,” I say.

She says the same and turns to Gregory, opening a folder beneath that stack of papers and laying out some sheets. They start speaking in Italian and I peer at the pages.

“How does she already have the drawing?” It’s my drawing but she’s sketched it bigger, placed it differently so it’s longer with the bird tucked beneath the wing of the angel. Their wings are almost merged and the skull is less prominent, but there.

“I emailed it to her, told her what you were thinking.” He stands aside, lays out the three different sketches, each just slightly different than the other.

“They’re beautiful,” I say, looking at each of them.

“You can change the color if you want,” Gregory says.

The wings are darkest blue with hints of turquoise, that same turquoise that’s in his eyes, and the bird’s belly is red. And the angel herself, her face and arm, they look like they’re made of stone. Of crumbling stone.

“It’s perfect. Better than I imagined.”

He nods.

“You did this?” I ask the girl.

She looks up at Gregory, starts to say something but Gregory cuts her off.

“Yeah. Laura’s the best.”

“Thank you,” I tell her.

“Do you know where you want it?” he asks.

“Oh.” I hadn’t really thought about that.

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