Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“Haven’t told her yet.” Rubbing the back of my neck, I add, “She’s gonna be pissed. What else is new.”
Dolly stares at me. Crystal was the one with her mouth wrapped around Edge’s cock. So there’s no love lost between them.
“Should I go get her?” She looks around, wrinkling her nose in distaste.
“Yeah, she’s in my room.”
“Great.” Nodding at me, she cocks her head. “Are you okay? You’re acting weird.”
I run my hands through my hair. She’s right; I’m off. I have no idea what I’m getting myself into with this girl.
“Keep an eye on her, Dolly. Like she’s not one of us, and I have no idea what she’s gonna do. Actually, the more you can find out the better.”
She throws her bag over her shoulder, heading for the stairs. “Perfect, so you want me to spy, babysit, and be her stylist. Wow… you are going to owe me.”
“I want a full report,” I call up to her.
“Yes, Boss.” She disappears, and my phone starts ringing. Crystal’s big breasts pop up. I push decline. She’s the last thing I want to deal with right now. My mind drifts to upstairs and Dolly getting to spend the day with Eve. They’re like night and day. Eve tall and golden, Dolly petite and dark-haired. But if anyone can get into Eve’s head, it will be Dolly.
“Prez?” I turn to Edge who’s holding a cell phone for me. “It’s Devin.”
I sigh, walking back into the conference room, thoughts of my Angel on hold as I try to contain what seems like a million fires.
EVE
Someone is tapping on the door. I assume it’s the old lady to take me shopping. I clutch the money Blade handed me this morning to my chest. This is the most money I’ve held in my whole life. And I’m a bit resentful at having to waste it on trivial things like clothes. If I can distract this woman, maybe I can steal most of the stuff and keep the cash.
After Blade left, I took another long, hot shower. His little display this morning made me realize that I’m totally fucked and I might as well wrap my head around it: I’m basically his whore. I hate my junkie brother. He left my dad and me knowing that I would have to pay his debt. That’s something I’ll never forgive. I’m alone and I will survive. With that in mind, I take apart Blade’s room. Unfortunately, besides some condoms, a couple guns, and a knife, his room is boring and super clean. I don’t even find a journal or anything that could help me know more about him. I guess he likes motorcycles and redheads with big fake boobs. I’m neither, so my days here are probably numbered unless I can pull off a miracle and make this man keep me. If he’s telling me the truth and he did get my dad into a place that will help him, I’ll gladly trade my virginity for that.
Someone knocks on the door again and I quickly move to open it. A small, dark-haired pixie girl stands in front of me holding her cell phone.
“Oh… I see now.” She waves her hand at me and grins. “All making sense.” She chuckles as she gives me a once-over. “So, I’m Dolly, your new stylist-best friend.” She shoves her hand at me.
I blink at her. “Wow, when Blade said old lady, I thought he meant like a real… old lady.”
Shit this isn’t going to work. This girl looks on her game. How am I going to shoplift with her around?
She laughs. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you some clothes, haircut, waxing, nails, and whatever else we have time for.”
“Um, okay.” She nods like all this is completely normal. I push my hair over my shoulder. For some reason, I don’t want her seeing my brand. It still stings, but I found some Advil and Neosporin in the bathroom. The pain is almost gone.
We walk down the stairs and she stops for a moment then huffs by the redheaded guy from last night. I think I heard his name is Edge? Flame? Whatever. All these guys have fucked-up names.
“Dolly? Can I have a minute?” His muscled arm reaches for her, his voice sounding desperate.
She swirls on him. “Get your filthy hands off me. I’m not one of the whores who have to do what you say. Fuck off, Edge.” She grabs my arm, pulling me out the door and into her little black sports car. I look back and he stands on the porch, staring at her.
“Is that your boyfriend?” I mean it’s apparent something’s going on.
She starts her car and honks her horn then flips him off as she presses on the accelerator. In the morning light, this place looks enormous. Tons of bikes and trucks are parked everywhere. Gravel leads up to the main house, but there might be some grass in the back.