Chapter 82

Zoe took three bold steps towards Aaron, her mind filled with anger and fear at the same time. She wanted to be wrong. She desperately wanted to be wrong but as the tattoo stared right at her, she knew she wasn’t. This was a very unique tattoo and she couldn’t have missed it. She had been staring only at it the day Francis had been shot and the trauma from it had made her not to be able to forget about it.

Without warning, she touched the drawing with her hand making Aaron flinch in alert. He turned, ready to hit whomever it was touching him but relaxed when he saw it was only her.

“Where…. When…” She stammered, blinking her eyes. “When did you get that tattoo?”

“Are you okay?” Aaron asked, lifting a hand to touch her but she held his hand, turning his shoulders again much to his surprise.

“Well, calm down, Zoe.” Aaron said smiling at her. “You shouldn’t be touching a man like that, especially your husband’s brother. I know I am more handsome but…”

“When did you get the tattoo, Aaron?