Under Locke

by Mariana Zapata

Ford Focus,

“You know damn well you don’t come into my shop demandin' shit, callin' my girl a bitch.”

"Babe, I've handpicked everythin' and everyone in here. I know what I want, and I get what I want," he breathed. "And I keep what's mine."

was when he stood behind me after tattooing a client and wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck while I typed in a follow-up appointment for him.

Long, warm fingers wrapped around the back of my neck

Dex’s

"Not that I don't mind a pretty face standing in front of me, but you look like you're gonna puke, doll. I don't wanna get thrown up on," Liam drawled. Screw me. Screw me now.

If calling someone a dumb shit was a way of showing affection, then I definitely didn't want to have any friends.

“Oh, you’re somethin’ of mine all right, Ris. But my pet? Nuh-uh,”