Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Her legs tightened around him, and he gritted his teeth. There wasn’t going to be anything between them other than two people looking for revenge. He could do this, and place Charlotte in a little box for him to deal with.
Chapter Four
A woman with red and blue hair answered the door, and Charlotte loved the colors. It looked amazing on her as it wasn’t glaringly bad, or anything. She fingered her ponytail as she’d pulled her hair back, and her brown locks were dull and boring.
“Gash, what are you doing here?” she asked.
“Hey, Lacey, I’m here to see Whizz.”
Lacey turned and yelled Whizz’s name. “Come on in.”
“What are you doing now?” Gash asked.
“I’m actually in college right now. I’m taking beauty courses, and putting my love of dying my hair to good use.”
“Beauty?”
“Yep. I’m loyal to The Skulls, and the old ladies are more than happy to let me work on their hair.” Lacey smiled, looking at Charlotte. “I could do wonders for your hair. It’s so long.”
“You’re not touching her hair,” Gash said.
Tugging out her ponytail, Charlotte stuck her tongue out at Gash. “What do you recommend?”
Lacey chuckled. “I like you.”
“I’ll probably be dead before you can do anything.”
She noticed that made Lacey pause.
“Excuse me?” Lacey asked.
“Gash is threatening my life. I don’t know how much time I’ve got left.”
Gash slumped. “I’m not going to kill you.”
Charlotte looked at Gash and shrugged. “You’re the one that has been threatening to kill me. I accept my fate, and if I don’t make it out alive, then I don’t.”
“This is weird,” Whizz said. “Talking about your death should have you at least a little freaked. Normal women would be freaked out, even Lacey, and she’s not that close to normal.”
“Hey!” Lacey said, chuckling at the same time. They were a strange couple, but seeing them both together, it worked.
Charlotte smiled. “I’ve had a lot of time to deal with it.”
“You’re Charlotte,” Whizz said, moving toward her.
Lacey didn’t stop running fingers through her hair. “Purple, it would totally rock purple, and a trim. I bet we could put some curls in the length, and it would totally look fuckable.”
Gash groaned.
“I tell you what,” Charlotte said. “When we finish what we’re doing, you can do whatever the hell you want with my hair.”
“Deal.” Lacey glared at Gash. “She better be back in one piece, or I’m going to start making some serious use of the knives that Whizz gave me for Christmas.”
“Lacey, keep Gash company. I want to talk to Charlotte.”
Before she could protest, Whizz was dragging her down a long corridor into a large room that looked like a command center.
“Wow,” she said. “That’s a lot of computers.”
“Yes, it is. This is my office. Welcome.” Whizz closed the door, and Charlotte leaned against the wall that had nothing against it, no technology, and nothing worth breaking.
“I don’t want to touch anything in case I, erm, I break it.”
“Have you told him?” he asked.
“Told him?”
“About what you lost?”
Charlotte tensed up. “No one knows about that.”
“There’s always a trail, Charlotte. No one is clear from shit like a forced abortion. There had to be paperwork.”
She pressed a hand against her stomach as tears filled her eyes.
“The suicide attempts, along with every other shitty thing that you’ve been through.” Whizz kept his distance, and she was more than happy about that.
“I … I didn’t think anyone would know what happened.”
“Gash asked me to find information on Rebecca and Jeff. You came up, and I gave him the way to locate you.”
“Wait? You told him?” Why hadn’t Gash asked? Why did he assume she helped put him in prison?
“No. I didn’t give him everything.” He moved away from his position opposite her toward his wall of screens. “To be honest, the information for me, it only gave me more questions. You see, abortions, documents, all of that stuff I can follow, but I cannot follow emotion. I don’t know what happened between you and Gash, or between Jeff and Rebecca. Only the paper trails, and possible security footage. It’s a lot in this day and age, but it’s not everything.”
She listened and watched as he clicked on the keyboard, and her life came up on the multitude of different screens.
Whizz moved away, and she forced herself to face the life that she had been trying to forget.
Pictures of herself before and after her life was turned upside down. Hospital images of her injuries and files of her diagnosis were displayed for her to see.
“I didn’t give him this. Gash doesn’t know that when you tried to testify on his behalf, you were drugged and shipped to a hospital to have the baby that you had created together, torn out of you.”
Her heart was racing. This was her secret. This was what Jeff did to her, and what Rebecca did to her. They held her down, forced her to sleep, and removed something so precious to her that she had already been making plans for her future. The promotion had come first, and then when she landed, she’d gotten the positive test, and for those few precious minutes her life had been perfect. A few minutes, that was all she got.