Page 15 of Safe Haven
“I can not fuck Higgins!” I hiss and look at Corvin for support.
“You could do worse.” I’m going to strangle him.
“Fine, you fuck him!” His face lights up.
“Oh, do you think I could? He seems so straight-laced. Not a bi bone in his body.”
I’m in the twilight zone.
I have clearly slipped into another dimension.
“Nah, he is a pussy only kinda guy,” Loki answers Corvin without looking up from her phone.
“Shame, I’d rock his world.” He hangs the wig on the coatrack and pulls a wig cap from his pocket.
“Fit check,” He points to the floor in front of him.
“I’m not a dog.” He rolls his eyes as I walk over.
“Clearly, bitch. Since you listen and Diesel doesn’t.” I sigh as he fixes my chin-length cherry cola hair into the cap and then places the lace front wig on my head.
“You’re gonna need a spray tan too,” Loki says as Corvin turns me into the mirror.
I look at my reflection, and Danica blinks back at me.
“Wow, that is so fucking freaky.” Loki comes over to check me closely.
“Contacts too. Your eyes are bluer than hers.” I look away from the mirror and down at Loki.
“Any other surprises you have for me?” I see her eyes widen for just a second before she shakes her head.
“Nah, hooker. We saw that flinch. No more surprises.” Corvin pulls out his taser again and whacks it in his palm.
“You are a violent motherfucker.” Loki backs away slowly.
“Says the vice president of a biker gang.” I sigh over this day.
“Club, we’re a club. We have bylaws, rules that we follow. It’s a lifelong commitment that you’d better start taking seriously.” I roll my eyes.
“For what, a few weeks until we get the girls back and fix this shit? I’m good.” Loki’s mouth drops open and then closes.
“You don’t get it. You’re the President now. Fake or not. You’ll be sworn in, and the club will be yours. This isn’t temporary. Once the mother chapter approves it, you’ll officially be a Royal Harlot.”
WHAT?
Chapter Eight
HAVEN
My house is eerily quiet as I lie in bed staring at my ceiling. The events of the last forty-eight hours do not seem real at all. Diesel growls at my bedroom door, and I sigh, sitting up.
“What now, Loki?” I call out, petting my dog’s head, so he stays calm.
“Sorry,” she says, opening the door to look at me.
All I can see is the silhouette of her body and curls. She looks like a damn pinup doll. I reach over to my nightstand and flick on my light so I can see her face.
“Nightshade is here and is going to take the next watch.” I flip the blankets off my legs, ready to go meet this stranger, but I shouldn’t have bothered.
