Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Elijah Vaughn.

You don’t have to do that,” I said quickly, trying to shut the whole thing down before it got out of hand. Fox drank too much. He doesn’t know what he’s saying.

‘I’m not drunk!” he shot back, shaking his head.

But his slightly slurred voice betrayed him.

“Y–You guys always say we’re yours… Then prove it! Tattoo our names on your bodies!”

My stomach sank.

Fox needed to shut up.

But Dante smiled–slow, dark, possessive.

“Then let’s prove you’re ours.”

He stood up and, before I could react, scooped me into his arms. Tony did the same with Fox, who could barely stand on his own.

“Dante, seriously–there’s no need for this!” I said it quickly, but he ignored me.

His steps were firm down the hallway as I lightly struggled, trying to change his mind.

Where were we going?

After a few minutes, Dante stopped in front of a door. Without hesitation, he opened it.

My eyes widened.

A tattoo studio.

Inside the prison.

‘Oh my God…” I whispered, staring at the organized equipment.

Two inmates were getting tattoos, but the second they noticed Dante and Tony, they tensed up. The tattoo artist looked up, uncertain.

“Out, Dante ordered, voice cold and firm.

The inmates didn’t hesitate. They bolted, not daring to make eye contact with him.

Dante gently set me down. Tony did the same with Fox, who mumbled something incoherent.

I blinked, trying to make sense of everything..

Tony sat in one chair, and Dante in the other, pulling his uniform aside to reveal his waist.

The artist looked at him, waiting for instructions.

Dante pointed to the area, eyes still locked on mine.

‘Write his name. Elijah.

My mouth opened, but nothing came out.

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Chapter 89

He was really going to do it.

The artist grabbed the machine and prepped the ink while Dante kept that look–possessive and full of desire.

My heart thundered in my chest.

I stood there, frozen, watching every motion. The needle touched his skin, tracing the first letters of my name on his waist. A shiver ran down my spine.

I didn’t know how to explain what I was feeling.

Seeing someone ink my name into their skin… It was intense. Powerful..

Fox sat next to Tony, watching his own tattoo artist begin. And in that moment, I noticed something I hadn’t before: Fox’s real name was Noah.

But none of that mattered now.

What mattered was Dante.

I swallowed hard as our eyes met. He stared at me, his dark gaze holding mine like he wanted to anchor me there, make me feel every second of this.

My heart raced–anxiety and desire twisted inside me.

I moved closer without thinking. I watched my name etched into his skin, every line becoming permanent. Dante didn’t even flinch. His expression stayed calm–almost satisfied.

A wave of possessiveness surged through me.

Knowing that Dante now carried my name–forever–was… magnificent.

I didn’t even notice he’d stood until I felt his fingers on my face. His eyes were darker, intense, a wicked smile curling on his lips.

I swallowed, glancing from his face to the tattoo, like I still couldn’t believe it was real.

Up close, the letters looked even bolder. I wanted to touch it–feel my claim–but I knew I couldn’t yet.

Still, Dante knew.

And the predatory glint in his eyes told me he was savoring every second of this.

“Feel it, my love, he whispered, his voice low and rough. “I’m all yours. Marked as yours.”

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