Page 5 of Soulless Angel

Clover munched a strawberry, her brow furrowed. “Are you sure you want to come? It might get crazy, especially if we get caught.”

“Hell yeah, I want to come.” Turning to Havoc, Raina wiggled her brows. “What do you think? Doesn’t it sound like fun?”

“Anything you want, Bad Girl. I’m still hung up on the forced orgasm aspect. I can’t wait to make you crazy.” Havoc leaned in, nipping at Raina’s earlobe.

Laughing, she shoved him away. “All right, settle down, pervert. I guess we should go shopping first, Clover. Maybe get some wigs and stuff to hide our identities. Might be safer that way.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Clover agreed. “I’ve already been in there looking like myself.”

While the ladies planned a shopping trip, Havoc pointed at me. “I forgot to tell you. I have the tracker you asked for. I’ve been carrying it in case I ran into you.”

Reaching into the pocket of the jacket he wore, Havoc produced a small, thin metal bracelet. It looked just like the one Raina wore around her neck. He handed it to me. I turned it over a few times, impressed with its strength despite its appearance.

“How much do I owe you for it?” I asked.

Havoc shook his head, waving off my question. “Don’t worry about it. Consider it a gift.”

Clover stopped talking, her attention now on the tracking bracelet in my grasp. “Is that for me?”

I held it out to her, hoping she wouldn’t be pissed. “It is. I thought it would be safer than nothing at all. Especially with this favor we owe the Sinners. Can’t be too careful.”

Clover took the tracker from my hand, examining it closely. “I want to be angry. I feel like I should be, but honestly, after what happened with Brady, I think you’re right.”

Blaze and I exchanged a look. He slumped in relief. We’d all been worried about losing her again. That wasn’t a chance I wanted to take. I wished we could keep her safe all the time. Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible.

But I would do the best I could. We all would.

CHAPTER THREE

CLOVER

“What do you think of this one? Is it me?” Raina adjusted the brunette wig she wore before striking a dramatic pose.

“Actually, yeah. It looks good on you.” I perused the wall of wigs before me, eyeing up a red one. “Think I’d make a good ginger? I’ve always wanted to be a redhead.”

“With your blue eyes? Hell yeah. Try it on.” Taking off the wig, Raina put it back and reached for another. “This will be fun. You and me doing something incognito together. I never thought we’d get to do something so exciting.”

I laughed, reaching for the red wig I’d been checking out. “You’re kind of crazy, you know that? I can’t believe you’re excited. I was terrified. I am not looking forward to going back in there.”

Raina playfully fluttered her lashes. “Don’t tell me that you didn’t enjoy it. I mean, you did partake, right?”

Standing in front of the mirror, I pulled the wig on, finger combing the front strands. “I sure did. Don’t get me wrong. It was fun. Blaze and I had a really good time. Until the murder. That part sucked.”

“Yeah, I get that, but since you have to go back in anyway, might as well make the most of it.” Raina turned me around, scrutinizing my wig. “I like it. I do. Something about it doesn’t feel right though. Try a bright color. That blue one over there.”

It felt like I’d tried on almost every wig in the store. We’d been there for an hour already. Exchanging the ginger wig for the blue one, I smiled when I looked into the mirror. This definitely felt more like me.

The wig was long, much longer than my shoulder length locks. A bright medium blue, it made my eyes pop. Hmm, should I wear colored contacts as well? I wasn’t sure how far I should go to change my appearance.

I decided to go with the blue wig. Raina chose a black one that complimented her skin tone. It had curtain bangs and a shaggy wolf cut. With the right makeup and outfit, she’d be unrecognizable.

Our next stop was a clothing store that sold some pretty wild attire. So much fetish wear. My eyes bugged out of my head as I took it all in.

After another hour or more spent there, Raina picked a tight leather dress that barely covered her ass while showing off her impressive cleavage. I opted for a studded black bra and a pleated skirt with a chain around the waistband.

“What about your tattoos?” I nodded to the black cat silhouette on Raina’s wrist. She also had a black rose on the side of her neck. “Are you going to hide those?”

I only had one tattoo. A rainbow butterfly on my ankle. Easy enough to hide with some sexy stockings. Thankfully, the tracker that I wore around my ankle was thin enough to easily conceal.

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