Beggar

My attention is on Zero's many back muscles as they ripple and flex under my scrutiny.

Can he feel my eyes on his skin?

I admire the tattoo taking up most of his back, it's similar to Storms.

It's a pair of evil snake eyes in red, with a green and yellow snake wrapped around the pistol facing the red eyes of the evil snake. The words The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club are written under the pistol.

But what has me at a standstill is the shading that's done around the entire picture, it's a light shading but unmistakable.

It's wings, Angel wings.

I don't say anything.

I want to but I'm tongue tied. I scan his back and stop at the blue bruises around his sides.

Killer did a number on him and I'm not sure how to feel about that.

I mimic his earlier expression and sigh as I pick up the ointment off the nightstand.

I pour the cold gel straight on his back.

He doesn't move a muscle when it drops in the center of his indented spine.