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“Rose. Calm down and tell me what happened.” Zoe approaches her with cautious confidence.
“Someone cut my fucking hair! That’s what happened!” Rose holds something up in front of her face, and I realize it’s a handheld mirror.
“We didn’t cut your hair, Rose. Why would we?” Beth speaks on behalf of the other Cunts and Rose screeches again, throwing the hand mirror with force against the wall where it shatters.
“Why did you do that?” Cilla asks, looking mortified. “That’s seven years of bad luck.”
“Bad luck? Bad fucking luck!” Rose screams. “Who will want to fuck me looking like this?!”
I study each person in the room, now over full with my club brothers joining us to see what all the fuss was about. Everyone looks just as shocked as the next person.
Who the fuck would have done this?
We had a small celebration last night after I let Zoe announce to everyone that Rusty and Irina are now dead. There were cheers and fists thumping chests as a wave of relief washed over the room. Given Gunner is still on the loose, having a full-blown celebration was off limits. That will have to wait until we know he is dead too, so my brothers had a three drink limit with the Cunts only having two drinks, ensuring everyone was alert enough to react.
So why didn’t Rose wake up when whoever it was cut her fucking hair?
And why didn’t any of the other Cunts wake up?
“We will fix your hair.” Zoe suggests, her eyes darting to me again before moving to Slasher. “Alana is good with this stuff. Do you think she’s well enough today to help Rose with her hair?”
Slasher nods. “Of course. I’ll get her.”
“Church,” I snap, gaining Slasher’s attention as he walks past to leave the room. “Anyone who isn’t on watch duty right now needs to meet me in church in five minutes.”
“On it,” he mutters as he leaves and I approach Rose, who has fallen silent now, tears spilling from her eyes.
“Look at me,” I demand when her eyes remain on the floor at our feet.
Slowly, she looks up, batting the tears away, even as her lower lip trembles.
I glance at her hair, one half cut in short chunks while the other half is a long-tangled mess.
Rose has been around from the beginning. She’s been loyal and has proven to be a valued member of our foundfamily. Hell, she even lost some digits because of this fucking Reaper war.
“I actually like it short,” I say, glancing from one side to the other. “If anyone can pull off a short haircut, it’s you, Rose.”
“Y-you think?”
I nod. “Absolutely. Whoever did this thought they were tainting you, when, in actual fact, they just made you more beautiful.”
The low growl of Zoe at my side meets my ears, and I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to hold back my smirk at her possessiveness.
“Prez is right.” Munroe chimes in, stepping to Rose’s side and reaching out to run his fingers through the short strands. “It’s hot.”
The moment Rose’s shoulders drop in relief, I turn my eyes to my princess and raise a knowing brow.
She rolls her eyes at me.
“I’m here.” Alana’s voice is raspy as Slasher carries her into the room cradled to his chest. “Let’s get you tidied up.”
Munroe steps back, shooting Rose a wink, while the other Cunts rally around her and start the process of balancing out her new fucking hairstyle.
I spin on my heel, snatching up Zoe’s hand, and pull her from the room with my brothers following.
No one speaks as we head to the back of the clubhouse and enter our sacred space.
Taking seats, my brothers light up cigarettes and some pour double shots of whiskey, despite the fact it’s not even nine in the morning, while Zoe and I take our thrones at the head of the table.
