Nobody knew Silco had tattoos, apart from you. You were his most prized possession, you were a little younger, so he was like your guardian. Your needs were his priority.

Silco was meeting with Marcus in his office, you were sitting beside him on the couch. He held a cigar in his fingers.

You take his hand, slowly rolling his sleeve up the forearm to reveal his tattoo. You tapped his shoulder and he complied, rolling up his sleeve more, he didn't mind. He was focused on the meeting.