Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Abriana was pulled into the house. She had snatched up her jeans before she left them outside.
Raven grabbed a leaflet off the fridge. “What do you like on pizza?”
“I don’t know.”
The other woman looked at her. “You’re going to tell me you didn’t have pizza?”
“Our cook didn’t agree to make pizza. She hated the street food.”
“Your cook needs to have my boot rammed up her ass. Don’t cook fucking pizza. Pieces of shit. Hey, yeah, I’m going to need one of every single pizza you make. To deliver and put this on Ugly Beast’s tab. He knows.” Raven hung up. “So, I’ll be back in a few. I don’t live that far from here, and I’ve got a few things I want to play with. Have a quick shower, and I’ll meet you back here.”
Abriana watched the other woman leave, and she didn’t have a clue what to do. Glancing around the room, she stared down at herself. She still wasn’t wearing the jeans.
Would it be so wrong to have one day where she wasn’t afraid of her own shadow or what she was doing?
If Ugly Beast had a problem with her having fun, he’d tell her, right? She didn’t have to worry about being with Raven. She was a club member, and she wasn’t doing anything wrong.
She walked upstairs to the shared bathroom. Stripping out of her clothes, she stepped beneath the hot water and breathed out a sigh.
This, she could handle.
It was easy.
Spending time with another woman.
Not that she had much in the way of experience. The women back home didn’t like her. They only ever had time for the women who they felt were going places because of their looks. Being pretty in their world meant a rich husband, or someone of prestige.
Shaking her head, she pushed those memories aside and washed her hair.
She finished washing her body and hair, and climbing out of the shower, she went to her bedroom, wrapping her hair up in a second towel.
“I’m back,” Raven said.
Abriana didn’t have time to change, so she quickly pulled on a robe and headed out to see her new friend.
Raven was carrying a large case, and three bags.
“I’ve got everything we need for a party. Get your ass down here, baby.”
She was gone as the doorbell rang.
Abriana was still walking down the steps when a guy entered, carrying a huge pile of pizzas.
“Enjoy, ladies.”
“There is so much food here,” she said.
“Don’t care. Cold pizza is the bomb. Believe me, Ugly Beast will thank me for it. I promise you.” She opened up one of the cardboard boxes and took out a slice. “Fuck, that is good. Have a slice.”
Abriana stepped forward and picked up a slice of pizza. She took a bite. It had pepperoni on it.
“See, this is as close to a food orgasm as a woman can get.” Raven finished a slice before Abriana had even gotten to a second.
“I bought some clothes. Now, you’re bigger than me, and I yoyo with my weight like crazy.” Raven went to her bag. “We need to give you a whole new look. The school mom is working for you, and it’s sexy as hell, but you need to have a whole other look if you want to fit into the club.”
Within seconds the entire living room was covered in clothes.
“I may have a weakness for clothes shopping.” Raven laughed.
The curtains were closed, and Raven held up a pair of jeans.
“I wear jeans.”
“I know, but these ones will do wonders for that figure. Come on. We’ve got a lot to get through. Take your robe off. Come on. Come on.”
Removing her robe, she stood before Raven completely naked.
“Piece of shit! Did Ugly Beast do that to you?”
Abriana looked down at the bruises and shook her head. “No. Of course not.”
“Who the fuck thought they could put their hands on you?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Did I fucking ask if it was nothing? I want to know who did this shit to you.” Raven put her fingers on the bruised flesh.
“I made my dad angry.”
“Why?”
“I’m ugly and useless and he can’t use me, so he hurt me.” She stared at Raven. “It’s not hurting much anymore.”
“If I ever see this piece of shit, I’m going to hurt him.”
“You can’t. He’s a Capo, and to hurt him in any way will incite a war. I don’t want to cause trouble.”
“Oh, honey, you won’t be the one causing trouble. It’ll be me.” Raven winked at her. “Try on the jeans.”
Abriana took the jeans from her, and sure enough, they fit her body like a second skin. Raven cheered and let out a squeal. “Those whores will not know what hit them when I take you back to the clubhouse.”
“I don’t think I should be going back to the clubhouse. It’s not my place.”
“Because you’re Ugly Beast’s woman? Sweetie, you have a right to be there more than those bitches. Now, with all good jeans, we need a sexy as fuck shirt. Those tits need something to hold them and ah-ah. I’ve got just the thing.” She held up a really tight-looking white shirt, and Abriana shook her head. “Girl, trust me.”