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)
It had started at the fucking fair. He shouldn’t have intervened. At first, he didn’t think much of Charlotte. She gained his attention in the way she acted. He knew sneaking around and trying to hide when he saw it. He didn’t know why Charlotte was doing that, until he caught sight of that group of thugs. His anger had been hard to keep under control.
Charlotte was not a bad person. She had been dealt a few hard blows in life. He knew she loved her little brother and knew Doc struggled with her feelings of guilt.
He needed to keep distance from her. Doc wouldn’t like him being around Charlotte. He was clear, he didn’t want Charlotte connected to the club, or anyone in it.
“What do you think?” Charlotte asked, after three weeks of him being her little model.
Savage spent every Friday night in his apartment, allowing Charlotte to practice on his face with makeup.
He lifted the mirror and looked at the smokey eye. “That is much better.”
She clapped her hands. “Maeve let me sit with her as she worked on a couple of clients today, and I see what you mean. She doesn’t dig into the palette. She dips in gently and even taps off the excess.”
He grabbed a cotton pad and wiped the makeup from his eye until it was clear.
“Can I practice again?” she asked.
Savage knew he shouldn’t stay. He pulled out his cell phone, hoping for any alert. They had potential trouble in Rivermont Ridge from one of their enemies, the Russian Bratva. He’d already located some drugs on a couple of the kids. They had reason to believe it was Hilary who had helped bring the drugs into Rivermont Ridge, which pissed Doc off.
Hilary was nothing more than a little whore who had worked her way around the club. However, after the trouble between Mac, Razor, and Eden, she’d been banished from the club. None of the brothers cared about losing Hilary’s pussy. She had been trying to trap a couple of the guys for months. No one was buying what she was offering.
Now it would seem she was causing them even more of a headache in bringing drugs into town. The biggest problem was, they couldn’t fucking find her, which was a shock. Hilary wasn’t exactly the brightest woman in Rivermont Ridge, however, she had evaded capture.
“Sure, why not? You ordered pizza?”
“Do you want me to order some?” she asked.
“Yeah, I am going to need pizza if I’ve got to keep sitting here while you work on this beautiful face.”
She laughed. “You’re full of yourself, aren’t you?”
“It’s the way to be, darling.”
She shook her head and got out of her seat to grab her cell phone. She ordered them a few pizzas and came back to the table.
“Do you know Maeve and my dad are a couple?” Charlotte asked.
“Yeah, I know. Everyone knows. How do you feel about that?”
“I’m happy about it. Also, Mom is planning on taking some time out of Rivermont Ridge. She and my dad have gotten to talking for once, and I might get to stay at home.”
She had the prettiest smile he’d ever seen. There were dimples on either side of her cheeks.
“You’re happy about that?” he asked.
“Hell, yeah. Mom hates this town, and rather than force me to leave, she has finally accepted that she wants to leave because that is her decision. It has nothing to do with me.” She shrugged. “I don’t want to leave.”
“What if your makeup artistry takes off?” he asked.
Charlotte looked at him. “I don’t think it will, but I like the idea of working for Kristin at the local salon. I know Maeve’s in a great deal of demand, so I can take her spot. Also, I could do something on social media, or perhaps work for Maeve, if that is something she is interested in. I don’t know, I just don’t want to travel.” She nibbled her lip.
“Talk to me,” he said.
“It’s nothing.”
“Be honest with yourself.”
She sighed. “Why do people always want to pressure you to make a damn choice? I don’t get it.”
“Do you feel pressured?”
“Mom and Dad want me to make a choice on what to do with my life, but I don’t know if I’m going to love this all my life. I don’t know.” She shrugged.
“Stop pressuring yourself, and just take each day as it comes.”
“You’re not going to start bombarding me with questions?” she asked.
“At your age, it was club business. Prior to being in the club, it was getting through each day, trying to get food and shelter.”
“You lived on the streets?”
“I had no choice. I was a runaway, and kids back then were easy targets,” Savage said, and he never talked about his past. Not even with Doc, and he didn’t know why he was being open with Charlotte.