Miles (Highway Reapers MC): Inked Hearts Read Free Page A

with her idea of getting a job. He was always most receptive to change when he was fully rested. But if she went to him with only an abstract idea he’d never go for it. She needed something concrete if she was going to win his approval.
     
    Standing up Brea dusted herself off and headed back inside. A quick glance at the clock told her it was four o’ clock. She had little over an hour until Sylar awoke. Brea stood in the kitchen and debated what to do. She knew that she had to cast her net a little wider to find a decent job. The newspaper had been a dead end which meant that really, she needed to look online. Only her house didn’t have internet. Sylar was bizarrely dead set against having it. Brea paced around the small table, debating what she should do.
     
    An hour, that was all she needed. If she left now she could cycle into town and use one of the computers at the library to access the internet. But if Sylar found out he’d be pissed, and that’s putting it mildly. Not if he never knew, not if she was back in time. Before Brea could talk herself out of it she was heading out of the front door and reaching for her bike. Despite the lateness of the day the air still felt hot and humid. Pressing down on the pedals Brea started to cycle and was soon away from her street and heading into town.
     
    The feeling of freedom was intoxicating. As the wind blew through her hair she leaned back and relished the sensation. She pedaled harder to help whip her hair in to a wild frenzy. She was laughing, delirious with the excitement of it all. The fact that her visit to the library was forbidden made it feel all the more wondrous.
     
    She was giggling to herself like a crazed sole conspirator as she chained up her bike and hurried up the stone steps towards the library. It was now four fifteen leaving her only thirty minutes to find the perfect job which Sylar couldn’t possibly say no to.
     
    “You can do this,” she told herself confidently as she entered the air conditioned cool of the library. Pushing back her shoulders and lifting her chin she approached the section with the computers and tried to blend in, acting as though she belonged there, that what she was doing wasn’t actually some strange act of defiance. As she logged in to a vacant computer she prayed that her perfect job was just a few internet searches away.
     

Chapter 3
     
    A shiver of excitement danced down Brea’s spine. It flooded her whole body with a warm tingling sensation. She had found the perfect job, she was sure of it. Leaning closer to the computer screen she read the post through again and again, each time feeling more certain that this was the job for her.
     
    A tattoo artist in the next town over was seeking an apprentice. Experience in a tattoo parlor wasn’t necessary, all they wanted from applicants was ‘a sincere love and appreciation of art in all its forms.’ Brea clasped her hands together in delight and stifled an excited squeal. She most certainly did have a love of art. She had a sketch book full of drawings to prove it.
     
    After printing out the details of the post Brea used the rest of her allocated time on the computer to research tattoos. It was a subject area she knew little about. She remembered a few of the girls at school talking about getting tattoos but no one ever did. As Brea started scanning through internet images of tattoos, she saw why the love of art was required. Each tattoo she saw was a work of art in its own right. She saw designs so intricately beautiful that they threatened to bring tears to her eyes. And the people who had these designs tattooed upon them had the privilege of being living, breathing works of arts. It was amazing.
     
    With wide eyes Brea tried to take it all in. As her excitement mounted she became increasingly certain that this was where she belonged. Tattoos were living art, lifelong testaments to beauty. This job would be the perfect fit for her.
     
    “Just one town