Valentina carefully moved the wet rag from his free shoulder down to his chest area.
"Your tattoos are like a map," she said to him as she cleaned.
"They are? Which is your favourite?" He asked.
She paused to look through the ones in his chest area.
"What does this represent?" She pointed to the star and moon conjoined.
He looked, and his eyes instantly took on a nostalgic expression.
"The first time I made a million dollars. The stars and moon had finally aligned. At least that's what I thought. So I got this tattoo in honour of it."
"Hmmm, and how did you make your first million dollars?"
The corner of his lips curved into a grin. "I don't think you want to know."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not an outsider, you know that right?"
"Of course not," his eyes grew serious. "Even if your father wasn't in the business, you're my woman now, right? You're a part of it."
