Halo
Four years later.
Demon ~ I’ll see you in the morning. I have MC run to the strip club.
I look for Demon’s text, making my blood boil. He’s always fucking busy with the MC, and I hate it.
“Fucker!”
“Demon fucked up,” Poison hums, moving her head up and down.
“Yeah, asshat.”
I toss my cell on my bed and brush out my long, wavy, dirty blond hair. I don’t like to straighten my hair because Demon loves it wavy. I chew my lower lip and apply my makeup.
“Halo, let’s go out to a club,” Poison hums, running the hot pink nail polish brush over her toenails.
“I don’t want to go to a club, how about we go to the Fiery Strip Club and check out the fools,” I hum.
“Fuck! Do you want to spy on Demon? That sounds like lots of fun. He’s going to blow his top if he catches us,” Poison squeals, moving both hands side to side, stretching her long legs, and turning up her lips.
Yeah, I can always count on Poison to agree to stir up the shit; she’s called Poison for a reason. You don’t want to get on her bad side, that’s for sure.
“Oh, you’re evil,” I hum, turning up my lips.
“We want to go,” Candy hums.
“Hell yes,” Cherry says.
“Okay.”
“Awesome, I need to get ready,” Candy says, walking out of my room.
“Me too,” Cherry says.
“What about you, Pixie,” I ask, looking at my sister on her laptop.
“Nah! I have a shit ton of homework,” Pixie hums, typing.
“Geeze, you need to get out more,” Poison says, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, you do,” I say, looking at her and raising my brow.
“Yeah, next time,” Pixie hums, chewing her lower lip.
“Well, don’t tell Mama Bear where we’re going,” I say, raising my brow.
“Where is she,” Pixie asks, looking at me.
“She went to get the groceries, and you know that it takes forever to get all of the food for the clubhouse,” I hum.
“Right,” Pixie says, moving her head up and down.
She turns onto her stomach and starts reading her book.
“So, I’m going to change,” Poison says, pushing off the floor. She looks at her toes, adjusts the toe separators thingy, and lifts her toes.
“Okay.”
