Page 48 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

Razor and Edge

Rowdy Rebels MC book 0.5

By Evan Grace

Chapter One

Harper

Music plays softly from the overhead speakers as I sweep up the hair from my last client. After I throw the hair in the trash bin, I straighten my station before heading into the back to grab my lunch bag out of the refrigerator.

Once the lights are shut off, I grab the deposit, set the alarm, and head outside to the entrance to my little studio apartment above the salon. I bought and opened Flippin’ Out two years ago from the previous owner and closed it for three months while I completely gutted the inside and gave the place a more girly, modern look.

I decorated it in soft pinks, white, and chrome. My best friend, Hailey, says it’s totally bougie, and I admit that it is, but my prices certainly are not, although I’m not cheap either. I love the way it looks—it’s totally me. Once I opened, it took about six months and word of mouth referrals before I was making a profit.

Now I have two other stylists and hope to add someone to do nails and massages soon. I’ve lived upstairs since I moved to Eddington, Texas, four years ago. The former owner, Maeve, gave me my job when the salon was hers and rented me the upstairs studio.

The moment I step inside, I kick my heels off. I love them and love the way they make my legs look, but sometimes by the time I’m done for the day, my feet ache. I drop my purse on the little accent table by the door and then grab a bottle of beer out of my refrigerator in my little kitchenette, sighing as the cold brew slides down my throat.

I carry it into my living room/bedroom and set it on my dresser. After stripping out of my black hot pants and form-fitting, sleeveless red t-shirt with ruffles going diagonally down the front, I throw on my lavender cotton nightgown.

In the bathroom, I brush out my caramel blonde locks and then throw them up into a chaotic mass on top of my head. After washing my face, I head back into the kitchen and hunt through the refrigerator to find something to eat.

I decide to scramble a couple of eggs and make some toast. With a glass of orange juice in one hand and my plate of food in the other, I climb onto my bed and sit criss-cross applesauce.

Once I finish, I quickly do my dishes, grab my phone, and climb back onto my bed. I text Hailey to see what is up with her.

Harper: Hey chica what are you doing?

I set my phone down, knowing that she’s probably in the middle of putting her son to bed. I hop off the bed to do some sit ups. After that, I do some squats and lunges.

When I finish, I step into the kitchen and fill my tea kettle. While it’s heating up on the stove, I turn the TV on, trying to find something to watch. I settle on watching New Girl on Netflix.

The kettle begins to whistle, and I go into the kitchen, getting my tea ready. Hailey calls me grandma because I use my nana’s china when I drink my tea. She got it when she and Pop Pop got married. The cup is yellow with pink flowers on them, and it has a matching saucer.

It just makes me feel closer to her. She was all I had, and when she died, she left me a twenty-year-old orphan. I shake my head. I’m not thinking about her today because I don’t want to go to bed sad.

My phone pings, and I pick it up to see that it’s a text from Hailey.

Hailey: Hey girl just got done putting Tyler to bed. He didn’t want to go.

Her son is four and a riot. He is a little comedian and the cutest. Tyler loves his auntie Harper. His blond hair is super curly and cute. I’m the only one Hailey will let touch it.

Harper: Of course he didn’t. ?

Hailey: I’ve got big news! My parents are taking Tyler this coming weekend so Saturday night you and I are hitting the town.

Being a hairdresser, the only nights I can really go out and cut loose are Saturdays and Sundays because the salon is closed Sunday and Monday. I’m not a real party animal and never really have been, even though Hailey is always encouraging me to cut loose.

Harper: Yeah that’ll be fun. Do you want to go out for dinner and drinks?

The dots begin to bounce.

Hailey: We’re going to go to that bar on the edge of town.

Harper: Sparky’s?

Hailey: You know it.

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