Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Frustrated, I throw my hands in the air. “Someone has to take the risk.”
“I’m not hitting you,” Samson tells me, his voice stern.
“Neither,” Mykel mutters.
“Jesus, fine. I’ll go pick a fight in the street and risk my own damn life then . . .” I spin around.
Mykel yells out, “Stop.”
I look back at him.
“I know someone who will give you a black eye without second thought . . .”
“Who?” Samson and I both say at the same time.
“Sissy.”
“Who is Sissy?”
“Alarick’s evil sister,” Samson mutters, and then grins. “But she’d love to do something like this for us.”
“Oh, I’m sure she would,” I say, grinning. “But we need to get it done soon. How quickly can we get her here?”
“I’ll call her,” Samson says, pulling out his phone and walking out of the room.
“Does Alarick know you’re goin’ to see Dax?” Mykel asks, studying me in a way that almost makes me uncomfortable, it’s so intense.
Almost.
“Not yet. I’m about to call him.”
“You better do it soon.”
“Yes, boss,” I mutter.
Samson walks back into the room. “She’ll be here in five. She’s happy to do it.”
“I’m a little alarmed at the fact that she’s so excited to come over and hit a stranger in the face, but right now, I’ll take it. Which side do you think she should go for?” I say, turning my head left and then right.
Mykel mutters something and walks out of the room.
Samson chuckles, and tells me, “Honey, you’re pretty no matter which side she picks.”
I smile at him. “Well, I think I like you.”
He grins and winks at me.
Five minutes later, the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen in quite some time comes strolling through the front door. She’s tall and spectacular, and there’s no doubt about the fact that she’s Alarick’s sister. The two of them are scarily alike. Sissy has long, thick dark hair and eyes that are such a pretty green, they’re almost unbelievable. They’re not complex in color like Mykel’s—they’re more a dirty green, but it only adds to her incredible beauty.
“Damn, you never told me Alarick’s sister was smoking!” I say, and grin at her. “Hi, I’m Waverly, the woman you’re about to hit.”
Sissy stares at me, and I can see she’s full of all kinds of attitude. She’s the sort of woman who would be incredibly hard to get along with. I don’t mind a strong woman, though. I don’t even mind a bitchy one. I can be all of the above if needed, so it really doesn’t bother me.
“You’re not what I expected,” Sissy mutters, crossing her arms. “I figured you’d be just like the rest of them, all weak and emotional.”
Yep, she’s definitely a piece of work, this one.
“You’re not what I expected either. You’re far bitchier and way, way taller. I mean, what are you? Six foot?”
Sissy grins. “I think I might just like you.”
“We’ll see after you hit me.”
“Well, let’s not waste any time.” Sissy rubs her hands together just as Mykel walks back into the room. He smiles at her, which kind of pisses me off because he will not smile at me, and then he crosses his arms to enjoy the show. No doubt he’s loving every damned second of this. Why wouldn’t he? I’m literally sitting back, about to be punched in the face, and he’s going to watch with complete satisfaction.
I clench my eyes shut and prepare for the punch. I have no idea if it’s going to hurt, or if it’ll even work, but I have to do it.
“I can’t,” Sissy suddenly says.
I open my eyes and stare at her. She can’t? What does she mean she can’t? She’s supposed to be this badass bitch, or so I’m told.
“You have to,” I tell her. “If you don’t, this whole club is going to suffer because of a stupid thing I said. I need you to do this.”
“I’m fully aware of that,” Sissy mutters. “But I don’t think I can hit you. I actually kind of like you.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Mykel growls. “This is doing my head in.”
“Just give her a good whack, Sissy,” Samson urges. “It’ll take no more than a second.”
“If that’s the case, why don’t you hit her?” Sissy growls.
“I don’t hit girls.”
“I don’t want to hit her.”
“Can you just hit me already?” I cry.
“No, I can’t.”
“Just fuckin’ hit her, Sissy,” Mykel barks.
“Do it,” Samson growls.
“C’mon, Sissy!” I cry.
She turns around quickly, her fist lashing out, and she hits me hard. I didn’t expect for her to have such a good right hook, but damn, the girl is stronger than she looks. I stumble backwards, yelling out a few profanities as I try to catch my balance. My head spins, and it takes me a moment to gather myself.
“Damn,” I groan, my hand covering my aching eye. “You know how to throw a punch.”