Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Just as she was about to put the brush to the eye to blend out the eye primer, the door to the shop opened. The sound of a gunshot rang out, then she and Eden were on the floor where Maeve had shoved them. There were screams, chaos, panic, and fear.
Another gunshot rang out.
“Will you stop?” Kristin yelled, and Charlotte heard the fear in her voice.
“Shut the fuck up. All of you, shut the fuck up. This is between me and the whores of the Chaos Monsters MC.”
Charlotte looked up at Meave.
“That’s right, ladies, stand up,” Hilary said.
Charlotte recognized her as the woman that originally caused trouble between Mac and Eden. She was sleeping with Mac behind Eden’s back. Then Eden ended things with Mac, and Razor appeared on the scene. Eden had never been in love with Mac. Razor, however, was a completely different story. It always sounded a little fake, but going from one man to another didn’t happen within a few weeks, but over the course of a year, possibly a year and a half. Charlotte didn’t know all the particulars, as she was dealing with school bullies and a very vibrant mother who was trying to get her to leave town.
Fear raced down her spine. Charlotte didn’t know what to do, but then she realized her cell phone was in her pocket, and even though she didn’t have a lot of friends, she did in fact have one very important friend. He might not see her as a friend, and possibly even just a pain in the ass, but she was willing to risk it.
They were not going to die here.
None of them were going to die.
And so, without being seen, Charlotte texted the man she knew would be able to raise the alarm. Savage. It was the only person she could think of, while her father would question why she sent the text.
****
Several Hours Later
The moment Savage got the message, he didn’t wait around, he got to business. He alerted Sheriff Hayes to get him to the beauty parlor. Grim and Nitro were with him, so they were at the scene before Doc finally got there, along with Razor and Mac.
The town was watching avidly to see what was going down. It was kind of sick and twisted, and not at all appealing.
Hilary was in there with guns, and anything could have been happening. The club took care of the problem with Hilary, as Savage let himself into the apartment. He knew immediately that Charlotte was in there.
Doc had looked at him questioningly today when he’d gotten there before he had. It was easy to cover up the fact Charlotte had texted him, but everything else was a fucking blur.
The fear he felt at the message, Hilary guns parlor, would stay with him for a long time. Of course, it was not all spelled correctly, but he’d been able to ascertain what Charlotte meant. The truth was, Hilary’s name had filled in all the blanks.
Charlotte appeared from around the corner, dressed in a pair of doggy pajamas. Savage knew he needed to keep some fucking restraint but he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. Today, Charlotte could have died. He might have never seen her again, and that very thought was enough to freak him out. He didn’t want to live in a world without her.
All he wanted to do was kiss her, but there was a boundary. Charlotte was Doc’s daughter, and he was not going to play with that kind of fire.
“I knew you were going to come for me.”
He pulled back long enough to look down into her smiling face. She was so happy with herself.
“Thank you for responding to my text.”
“I didn’t text back,” he said.
Charlotte laughed. “No, but you understood enough to come for us. Thank you. Now, I did make us some spaghetti with tomato sauce. Do you want some? I’m starving, and I want to eat. I could have died today.”
“I wasn’t going to let that happen.”
“Thank you, Savage, you are a good friend.”
And that was the truth. He was a friend. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a friend.
“I’ve got your back, Charlotte, always.”
Charlotte sighed, then turned on her heel and made her way into the kitchen. He followed, immediately went to the fridge, and grabbed himself a beer. He was not going to think about the temptation of her ass, or how it looked as it swayed from side to side.
“Do you know what sucks?” Charlotte asked.
“No, what?”
“Today, I was going to get to do a smokey eye on Eden. I don’t know if she was going to pay for it, or anything like that. Maeve loved what I did with my look, and it was my one chance to actually show her I was learning.”