Amelia POV.
Leo is sitting in the tattoo chair and I am concentrating as I move the tattoo needle over his skin, following the outline. We have both been silent as I get lost in the art I am bringing to life.
“Why did you run from your family?” Leo breaks the silence and I move the gun and dip the needle in the ink before I start again.
“I wasn’t running from them. I know it looks like I was, but my family knows that I need space. Don’t worry, they will know we are safe and we are here. If the members of the club haven’t told them, then they would track the car.” I say as I dip more ink and get back to it.
“You are pushing them away Lia, I know it and so do you.” He says and I sigh, shaking my head.
“Well, yeah, maybe I am. We don’t ask to be born into the lives we are. My family is g
