Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
“Get your ass in gear. Change your clothes.”
Larissa didn’t have the courage to fight her. She unzipped the satin jacket and took it off, feeling self-conscious when she saw Killyama’s eyes flicker over the modest tank top underneath.
“You weren’t going for the wow factor, were you?”
“Moon’s only wearing sweatpants.”
Killyama didn’t ask permission before shoving a dress over her head once the top was removed.
“Bitch.” She tugged the dress down as soon her hands cleared the sleeves. “You’re lucky I borrowed this dress off T.A. when we had lunch today. Something told me that asshole didn’t warn you.”
Larissa’s hands went to her hips, stopping the slide of the dress. “I’ll never fit in T.A.’s dress!”
“It’ll fit. T.A. wore it when she was pregnant. You’ll have room to spare.”
Frightened that she was going to ruin the dress by tearing the inner lining, she carefully lowered the fabric over her hips. The dress easily glided down to fall just below her knees.
Killyama moved behind her to zip the back.
Before she could look at herself in the dresser mirror, Killyama grabbed her arm to steer her into the bathroom.
When she entered the room, her jaw dropped at her reflection.
Killyama stared back at her in the mirror. “Now”—her hands went to her hips—“what in the fuck am I going to do with your hair?”
Still dazed at how she looked in the dress, she didn’t pay attention to Killyama turning on the water in the sink until she nearly knocked her out by pushing her head under the water.
“What are you doing?” she sputtered.
Killyama didn’t waste time with words.
No longer did she feel a heavy weight of a towel land on her shoulders than her head was being raised out of the water.
Reaching for a brush, Killyama brushed the tangles out of her hair then squirted a glob of something on her hands, smoothing it through the damp stands. She ran the brush though her hair again, then stepped back to survey the slicked-down hairdo she had created.
Slinging open a drawer, she rummaged through the contents until she took out a square case. She pressed a tiny gold button, opened it, then dumped a pair of earrings onto the bathroom counter. “Put them on,” she ordered. “What size shoes do you wear?”
“Uh … eight.”
“First luck I had tonight.” She disappeared into the bedroom.
After getting the second earring on, Larissa went into the bedroom to see Killyama had made a pile of items on the bed.
“Get them on,” she ordered from her closet. “If Train beats me to the clubhouse, I’m going to beat your ass.”
Hurrying to the bed, Larissa opened a package of black stockings and sat down on the bed to put them on. Then, sliding on a pair of heels, she gingerly stood. Thank goodness they were a more reasonable height than the ones Killyama was wearing.
Gingerly, she stood up to pick up the last item on the bed—a pair of sheer black gloves that reached her forearms.
“Turn around.”
Following Killyama’s snapped command, she turned to check sight of herself in the dresser mirror.
Behind her, Killyama reached over her head to place a mask on the bridge of her nose. Tying the mask, she then took a quick perfunctory glance before pushing her toward the door.
“Let’s go.”
They barely made it through the front door before Killyama slammed it behind them. Larissa tried to keep up without falling.
“Thank you, Killyama. The dress is beautifu—”
“Don’t thank me; it’s T.A. That rich husband of hers bought it for her for some party they went to for his son. Make sure you give it back. The fucker notices when something is missing and won’t let us hang out there until we give it back. She has a pool in the backyard, so don’t fuck it up for us, or Sex Piston will kick your ass.”
“I’ll get it dry cleaned tomorrow and give it right back. Afterward, I’ll stop by your house to visit the baby and pick up my clothes.”
“The kids are staying the weekend with T.A. I’ll bag up your clothes and send them with Moon.”
“Oh … okay.”
As they neared the back door, her footsteps lagged behind.
“What in the fuck is the holdup?”
“I’m nervous,” she admitted.
Killyama recached for the doorknob. “Bitch.” She gave a long-suffering sigh. “Haven’t I had your back so far?”
“Yes …” She did look pretty amazing from the brief look she had caught of herself in the mirror.
“Didn’t I have your back when you told me Moon let another bitch ride on his bike?”
“Yes,” she admitted again.
“I’m not going to let anyone fuck with the woman who had my back when I brought my kid into the world. I got you. You good now?”
“Yes.” Larissa gave her a shaky nod.
“Then get your ass through the fucking door before I throw it inside,” Killyama snapped.
Not wanting to find out the hard way if she was bluffing, she went inside.