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SEVEN
Scarlett
“The investigation tooka sharp turn when a strand of hair was examined, leading the officers to a different suspect altogether.”
I scoff at my phone, the signs were there before the strand of hair, but since there was no hard evidence, the cops hadn’t considered them as an option. That’s the difference between cops and robbers, heroes and villains, good and bad; the ones who abide by the law see things in a very different light than those that don’t.
Growing up in a dark world, surrounded by criminals and outlaws, I wear different lenses to view life in comparison to the cops and all that is good. It’s not that I believe I’mnotgood, my morals aren’t as grim and hellish as others I know, but I wasn’t raised like them.
Right and wrong doesn’t look the same to me as it does to them, and that’s fine by me.
I twirl my cell phone in my hand as the antsy feelings rush through me. I might love listening to these crime podcasts, but there’s only so many I can listen to on repeat before I start to go a little insane.
Uncertainty takes a hold of me again.
No one has knocked, no one has forced their way in… No one has done anything.
I’m not sure if they’ve forgotten I’m here or not. I know the inner workings of a club, and I know there are a lot of people here. Members, old ladies, their families, the whores. They won’t all sleep here every night, but the size of the club is far bigger than the Ice Reapers.
If that’s the case though, I may be able to go on my merry way and get the fuck out of here. The thought makes my stomach twist, the nerves churning within me. I hate to admit that my detailed plan to get the fuck away from Jasperville, Texas, is met with the worry that I won’t be able to survive on my own.
I’m strong, intelligent, and fierce, but I know that only applies to the world I’ve been raised in. The outside world, therealworld, feels far scarier to me. Drugs, guns, sex, and abuse aren’t for everyone’s tastes, but growing up surrounded by it all, I at least know what I’m dealing with.
I need to get out of this room and out of my head for a minute. Turning the podcast off, I rise from the bed and tuck my cell phone into my back pocket as I move to stand in front of the floor-length mirror in the corner of the room.
Running my fingers through my dark locks, I check myself over to make sure I look a little more… whore-ish and a little less… me. I’m struggling since my clothes are limited, but I’ve squeezed into my low-hanging skinny jeans and opted for my cropped white top that shows off far more flesh than I’m used to. The V falls low, making my cleavage look better than usual, and my hair falls in loose waves around my face and down my back.
It might not be skimpy and perfect, but it will do.
Tying the laces on my combat boots, I make sure to tuck my miniature pocket knife inside too.
Silence greets me outside briefly before my ears pick up on a faint, dull sound coming from the other end of the hall. Following the noise, I make sure to roll my shoulders back and relax into my stride so I don’t look as tense as I feel.
A small radio is playing in the corner of a kitchen, but there’s no one actually present.
Maybe I could make a grand escape? Am I even a captive? I don’t fucking know.
I turn and enter the bar area across the hall, wondering how much of a clear path I may actually have, when I hear the heavy sound of a gavel smashing. My head turns to the double wooden doors across the bar area, and before I can register that the fall of the gavel will be bringing a meeting to an end, men enter the room.
I remain frozen in place by the door, watching as they disperse. Some head straight for the bar while others exit through the front door, and as if sensing my gaze, my eyes lock with Blondie’s—Gray.
My breath hitches as he smirks in my direction before my gaze drops to his cut. I notice the slightly tilted title on the left side and my eyes widen at the words I read that I know for certain weren’t there yesterday.
Treasurer.
Someone’s been promoted.
Just then, a man moves into my direct line of sight, catching me off guard.
“Hey, pretty lady,” he purrs, and I scrunch my nose in distaste as he reaches out to twist a strand of my hair.
It takes everything in me not to push him away and put some distance between us, but I remember my place and remain in position.
His hair is styled into a mullet, a look I’m not usually for, but the waves that run through his ends take the edge off. His nose is a little crooked, from what I can only assume is one too many fights, but otherwise, he’s easy on the eyes. Which would definitely explain the confidence oozing off him right now.
“Are you the sweet new whore Gray brought home for us?” His eyes sparkle with hope as he manages to inch closer to me until we’re chest to chest. “I’ve got some time on my hands if you’re free now,” he adds, not even waiting for me to answer as his eyes drift to my chest.
Asshole.
