Chapitre 128: Chapter 128: Will this Hurt?

TYLER

I'm leaning against the glass window of the tattoo shop where I've gotten the last three of my own tats. Irina asked me for a recommendation and while there are a lot of world-class artists in Vegas, there are like four times as many shitty ones. And I don't need one more reason for Brother Georg to be pissed at me. Once he finds out his sister and I have been texting, despite his clear orders to stay far away, he'll blow a gasket. Adding in a bad tattoo would only causing more fucking hassle for me. My face is too pretty to be beaten by a Kolochev-size fist.