“When you tell stories on your skin, the ink isn’t the ending it’s where they begin.”
After making one of the toughest decisions of his life, Shacago turns in his tattoo gun for a real one when he returns to the streets, reclaiming his title as the inked god of Brooklyn. Shacago’s determined to provide his family with the life that he’s never had even if it means living vicariously through Rosé, who’s running the now successful Rosé’s Tattoo Shop. No matter how much the game entices him with the promise of easy money and a legacy many have died for, Shacago’s seduced back into the tattoo world, this time by a new pretty face with skin that reminds him of someone he used to know…
Stuck in a love triangle of her own is Rosé, the new “It” girl in the industry thanks to her blossoming relationship with boxing champion, Marquise Meriwether. Although Marquise is everything she could ask for in a man—he’s generous, makes legit money, and treats her like a queen—Rosé finds herself constantly worried about the woes of Shacago. It doesn’t help when Parai, the new girl at the shop, enters the picture trying to put them together when life and circumstances may have torn them apart for good. Soon Rosé has to make the choice: since love doesn’t pay the bills, does it matter where the money comes from?
Humbled by an unlikely enemy, Xavier is scrambling to make up the bed of lies he’s created. The sur-de-soi attitude he’s used to wreak havoc on the lives of his loved ones has come to a halting stop at the introduction of a weapon that no gun of his could ever kill. An envelope. More specifically—the envelope that holds the power to destroy not only his life, but the once unbreakable bond he shares with Shacago. With his lies catching up to him and the finish line nowhere in sight, Xavier is forced to man up and handle his problems like the beast he is or to drop down in defeat.
Will Shacago have a second chance at love? Will Rosé accept that love doesn’t always come in the perfect package? Will Xavier lose his battle for the almighty dollar? Find out in the next installment of Ain’t Nothing Like a Real One 2: Faded Off an Inked God.