Fate

12.2

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Rome had just finished up with his last client for the day. He took a few pictures of his work, admiring his work. It was like with each tattoo he did he only got better. He been doing tattoos for a little over ten years and his growth was amazing.

"Three sessions later and we finally finish." his client said staring at the tattoo on the mirror.

"Yea cause ya punk ass couldn't take the pain. How you get something that big and detail but bitching the whole session. I think I saw a few tear fall." Rome clowned his client.

"Nigga fuck you. I ain't she'd no tears," he bucked back causing Rome to laugh.

He got off on fucking with some of clients. This one in particular name Kev, he was known around Romes old way and acted all hard body but folded the minute he got in the chair.

"Yea, whatever nigga."

Kev flagged him off as he walked towards to front of the shop to exit.

"Ayo T, Safir still here or he left?" he questioned while whipping down his area.

"I think he still in the privacy room. Some chick getting ass tattoo." she said.

Rome frowned because last he checked Safir wasn't supposed to be tatting until Mama K cleared him. He made a mental note to holla at him and continued cleaning and sanitizing his station along with a few other empty stations . As he finished wiping down the last station Safir and a client exited the privacy room.

"You can grab a cleaning kit from Trina at the front and any questions or concerns she'll handle." he told her.

"Before I forget," she reached into her shirt pulling a few hundreds from it then handed it to Safir. "I love ya work, thanks,"

She walked away making sure her ass jiggled with every step. Rome and Safir both watched as she Stu to the front. She stopped by the Trina desk then exited.

"Damn," they said in unison.

"Fucking pervs," Trina shook her head.

"Listen, that girl come in here every time with either a small ass dress on or some coochie cutters getting tattoos in odd places and dont get me started on them fuck me eyes she be giving a nigga." he ran his hand down his face all dramatic.

"What she get ?" Rome asked.

"Butterfly wings on her ass, shit look crazy when she twerk that mfer," he licked his lips, thinking back to when she just was twerking in the mirror after he finished her tatt.

Rome nudge him while laughing. "Nigga go head."

"Nah, real shit. But what y'all bouta get into ? Rick and them left already ?"

"Rick still here, he ran out real quick but everyone else left for the day. Everyone had morning appointments with a few squeeze in. This mean I can leave early?" she flashed a smiled .

"When Rick get back you can go. Tell him lock up if he staying. Safir what you bouta get into to?"

"Shit, what's the move?"

"Take a ride with me ."

An hour later Rome pulled up in front of Straight Shooter gun range which was owned by the Knight and Diamond Family. A smirk appeared across Safir face, this was his happy place. It was nothing like coming here to shoot a few heads to clear his head. Growing up KD would bring him and Amir there all the time to teach them how to handle all type of guns from handguns to assault rifles. Safir was the next Bob Lee Swagga, no exaggeration.