Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
“Um, it isn’t that he has bedroom eyes all the time. Just, uh…when he’s looking at Jess,” Raye said.
My head jerked and my lungs seized.
Slowly, Luna and Harlow turned to look at me.
“And just to say,” Raye continued. “Lucia told us what was going down, and I called Cap, just in case we needed backup. He was with Eric, and within seconds of Cap reporting to Eric what was happening, they were in the middle of something, but Eric said they were aborting and heading to SC.”
Oh my God, I thought.
“Oh my God,” Harlow breathed.
“I think he’s, um…into you,” Raye finished.
“Oh my God!” Harlow cried happily.
“He chucked me under the chin,” I reiterated.
“I can’t explain that,” Raye muttered.
“Okay, we gotta get back to work or Tito’s gonna be forced to do something Tito avoids like the plague, be a boss and tell us to get our asses back to work,” Luna began. “But, you know, Eric isn’t Hottie Squad. Eric is Hot Bunch. He’s OG. He’s got experience with bitches like us. So maybe he’s into Jess but isn’t all the way down with being into Jess, considering she’s an Avenging Angel, and he isn’t all fired up to deal with stalkers and car bombs. So he’s gonna take shit slow and see how it plays out.”
Harlow latched onto that instantly. “That makes sense.”
“I hope we don’t have any car bomb action happening,” Raye decreed.
“I’m not too thrilled about the stalker stuff,” Luna put in.
“It’s the grenades that scare me. Especially if it happens at the Oasis,” Harlow said. “I can’t wait to move in. I’ve been trolling Target and Home Goods for weeks. I’m going for a whole new aesthetic. And it’s gonna be pimp. I don’t want to get it all set up and then it explodes.”
These freaking women.
Loved them to their bones.
But…
“Bitches!” I snapped.
They all looked at me.
“Whatever this is with Eric is what it is. I can’t obsess about it. I have to find my brother,” I stated.
They all nodded in agreement.
“So, plan. Luna calls Jinx. And tonight, after Harlow and I are off work, we head by the motel to talk to Mr. Shithead,” I concluded.
“It’s a Merc night,” Luna declared.
“I say we roll in the Sportage,” Harlow contradicted. “And it’s my turn to drive.”
“I’m driving,” Raye said.
“You never let me drive,” Harlow retorted.
“That’s because you drive like a granny,” Luna said.
Harlow gasped. “I do not. I drive safe. There’s a difference.”
“No, there isn’t,” Luna returned.
“Road rage is an epidemic,” Harlow shot back. “And I’m not getting caught in someone’s rage. They want to cut me off or pull out in front of me or drive thirty miles over the speed limit in the city, they can go for it. I’m going to get where I’m going all in one piece, thank you very much.”
“Granny,” Luna mumbled.
Harlow’s face got red.
I sighed.
The back door to The Surf Club opened, and Tito stood in it silently.
Well then.
Time to get back to work.
We all trooped in with Harlow muttering under her breath, “Sportage. I drive.”
And Luna replying, “Merc. I’m at the wheel.”
I looked to Raye who was looking at me.
When she caught my eye, she winked encouragingly.
The last half an hour had been bizarre to say the least.
But whether it be in the Mercedes Arthur gave us, or the Sportage that Arthur also gave us, it didn’t matter.
I was rolling with my girls that night.
And I finally had a lead.
So, even though the feeling wasn’t overwhelming.
I was encouraged.
FIVE
SMOKES & SUCH
That night, Harlow came by the Oasis, and we all met up at Luna’s to head to the storage units to switch out our car and roll.
When I arrived at Luna’s and Raye was already there, I saw immediately that we were all getting with the program, this trumped when Harlow showed.
Last time we hit the town on Angels’ business, we looked like four girls having a girls’ night.
That was part of our ruse to case a strip joint.
But it didn’t say, We mean business!
And tonight, we needed to mean business.
So, now, I was in my outfit for the day, since it fit our activities of the night, but I switched out to some black Old Skool Vans and threw on a black bomber jacket.
The bomber jacket was satin, but what could I say? I was an Angel. We swung it out there in style.
Further making my case, Luna was wearing a black, slim-fitting, merino wool turtleneck, black chinos and black suede Pumas. Raye was in dark-wash jeans with a black tee covered in a cropped black cardigan, black leather, white-soled Alexander McQueen kicks (Raye was a designer whore, even on a budget, and the woman worked it).
And when Harlow showed, she wore black crop pants, a puff-sleeved black sweater and black Nikes.
Okay, so my satin bomber and the puff-sleeved sweater were pushing it, but at least, if any of us had to run, we were wearing the appropriate footgear.