Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Okay, I’ve got this. Are you ready?”
She nods, and I get started in getting the purple from her hair, which is going to take a lot of washing. Thankfully, those colors don’t tend to stick well. Then I’m going to recolor it with an ash blonde before putting the base color in the rest. It’ll probably take a while, but I’m happy to hang out and chat while we do it. I’ve needed girl time.
“What happened to your head?” Waverly asks. “I see you have a good scar there.”
“I had brain surgery a few months ago.”
Her eyes widen. “Girl, that is bad ass. I think you rock the hair cut by the way.”
I laugh. “It was this or let the doctors decide what they thought would work. I’m glad I went with this, to be honest.”
“I think so, you look amazing.”
“Thanks.”
She smiles at me, then her smile fades. “Alarick told me about your mom and your sister, and the girl they found recently. I’m really sorry, honey. That must be so hard, I can only imagine how difficult it has been for you. I promise you something, when I get in with this dick bag, I’m going to make him wish he was never born. I promise you we’ll get justice for your family.”
I meet her eyes in the mirror again. “I have no doubt about that. Are you scared?”
“Not at all.” She shrugs. “I’m in need of a good adventure.”
I laugh. “Not exactly the kind of adventure you’d pick, though.”
“Oh, hell yes I would.”
I shake my head, grinning. “Have you always been this wild?”
“Oh, honey, yes. I was born this way, and I’ll die this way.”
“I think we’re going to be great friends, you and I,” I tell her.
“I could have told you that two days ago.”
I grin. “Have you ever worked with a club before?”
“No way, but they’re super cool. How did they all get so hot, though? I mean, the old men are even not bad for their prime.”
I burst out laughing. “Jesus, that’s something I never noticed and I grew up with them.”
“Come on, they’re all pretty broody and nice, even the oldies. How many of those hunks are single?”
“All of them, as far as I know, but don’t let that fool you—those men get more vagina than people would see at a whore house.”
She laughs. “That’s not surprising. I might have to join the queue, though not with that Mykel fellow. What a dick.”
“He’s not so bad, trust me. I’ve been friends with him a long time, he’s just ... overprotective.”
“And judgy,” she points out.
“Yeah, he can be a little judgy, that’s true.”
“He just decided he didn’t like me and that was that, I don’t even know the guy. I get what he means, but he hasn’t even given me a chance.”
“I think he’s just scared. This whole thing, it’s dangerous. It really is, and if we put one foot wrong, just one, everything will end so badly. I think he’s worried that if it doesn’t go well with you, we’re not just risking your life, but the entire club’s.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” she exhales. “But I’m not going to let this go wrong. He hasn’t seen me act yet, I’m pretty good. Just you wait until I roll into that club later, with new hair and new clothes. They’re not going to know what hit them.”
I think she’s right about that.
They certainly won’t.
“GENTS,” I SAY, CAUSING all the men to stop what they’re doing in the garage with some old motorbike and look up.
Standing behind me is a made over Waverly, and let me just say, not only did her hair turn out exceptionally well, to the point I should become a hairdresser, but with her new clothes and makeup, she looks like a god damned doll. I swear to god, the girl that they saw the other day and the one they’re about to see are so completely different.
“May I present the new and very improved Waverly, ready to take the world by storm.”
Waverly steps out, and they all stop and stare. Cohen’s mouth even drops open slightly. Gone is the wild hair and bad girl clothes, and in its place stands the new Waverly, with soft chocolate brown locks flowing down over her shoulders, the occasional lighter bit flickering through when she moves. Her make up is soft, and subtle, and it makes her eyes look almost doe like. She’s wearing a pair of cut off shorts, and a tank, and a pair of white sneakers. She looks so stinking cute it’s ridiculous.
“Hi there,” she says in a soft voice, raising her hand and waving it. “I’m Waverly.”
She has mastered this.
She was right about one thing, they had no idea just how good this girl is at acting. She has a soft voice, a gentle tone, and she even looks shy. How the hell she managed that is beyond me, but holy lord, she’s doing a good job.