Tattooed Hearts and Broken Promises

Summary

When I was eighteen, and Alex was just a street punk, he dragged me to get matching tattoos of our names over our hearts.

I endured the excruciating pain, swearing I'd be his in life and death.

At twenty-eight, Alex had become the underground king of the city. After a night of passion, he lit a cigarette.

Casually, he pointed to the tattoo on my chest.

"Come with me tomorrow to get it removed. Bella won't be happy seeing your name on me."

He had completely forgotten he was the one who forced me to get it.

I didn't scream or fight like I used to. Instead, I nodded obediently.