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up our new house, and ignoring the, now-daily, phone calls from Jimmy, I barely had time to think about Axel – or so I told myself.
“We’re going out!” Gina declared, bouncing up and down in the entranceway of our home, as I walked in from work.
I threw my keys in our designated bowl, and made my way to the couch. “Ugh, it’s almost midnight, and I’m exhausted. I don’t want to go anywhere but my bed.”
Gina ran over, hooking our arms. “C’mon, Paige! This is when things are just starting. You do realize you’re twenty-four, not a hundred and four, right? It’s Friday! Just come out for two hours, I promise I’ll let you sleep as late as you want tomorrow, and I’ll even make French toast in the morning.” She gave me her saddest puppy dog eyes, but I wasn’t budging. “I’ll let you borrow my purple backless dress that I know you’ve been ogling for weeks.”
I sighed. I was beat, but I also was starting to feel like an old person who fell asleep to Wheel of Fortune every night. “And your Louboutin pumps?”
“Oh come on! You’re not fighting fair.” She’d just bought the shoes as a present to herself for finally leaving Chubs once and for all, practically maxing out her credit card to do so. I don’t even think she’d had a chance to wear them herself yet.
I held strong, crossing my arms defiantly. “The pumps, or I’m going straight to bed. Your choice.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re so lucky you’re my best friend. Fine. You can wear them. But I swear to God, if you get a single scuff on them, you’re buying me two new pairs.”
I laughed, knowing I’d get my way, and made a beeline for her closet to get the dress and shoes. Thirty minutes later, with touched up makeup and hair, we were on our way to a new club Gina had been dying to go to. It supposedly had a rotating dance floor – like I needed another obstacle in my way of attempting to stay upright in the five-inch heels.
We parked the car two blocks down, and headed to the back of the line. Club Thirty-One was the hottest place to be these days, and the line that was almost a block long showed it. “The place is going to close before we get a chance to get inside,” I grumbled.
“Relax, we’ll get in before you know it, once they realize how hot we look. I mean, I bought that dress for me, but girl you’re rockin’ it. That color looks amazing on you.”
“At least buy a girl dinner first,” I mocked, as I smoothed down the violet lace, and glanced over my shoulder. The back was completely cut out, a scalloped edge connecting the very top. I’d never worn anything so risqué before, but I had to agree. It fit me like a glove, and I looked great in it.
Suddenly, the all too familiar roar of motorcycles filled the street. Gina instinctively sank against the brick wall, hoping to hide in the shadows, in case it was Chubs, as I glanced nervously around.
Five motorcycles pulled right in front of us, making their own parking spots before cutting their engines. Their black leather vests didn’t have the skull on them, so I knew it wasn’t Chubs; instead, each of the vests had a raven. My eyes were fixed on them as they dismounted, realizing that these were probably Axel’s friends. I took a step closer, leaning in to eavesdrop. Because, yes, I was glutton for punishment.
“Damn, girl, you are looking fierce tonight,” one of the guys commented, whistling. He was staring at a female biker, who was wearing a leather jacket. It surprised me that a girl would be a gang member, but he was right, she was beautiful. Dark brown hair flowed down her back, and a she had a perfect hourglass figure that was accentuated by her skin-tight pants and tight leather top.
“Shut it, Rocco,” she called, securing her helmet to the bike. “I’m sure there’ll be plenty of other pussy here for you to lust after. I don’t know why you’re
“We’re going out!” Gina declared, bouncing up and down in the entranceway of our home, as I walked in from work.
I threw my keys in our designated bowl, and made my way to the couch. “Ugh, it’s almost midnight, and I’m exhausted. I don’t want to go anywhere but my bed.”
Gina ran over, hooking our arms. “C’mon, Paige! This is when things are just starting. You do realize you’re twenty-four, not a hundred and four, right? It’s Friday! Just come out for two hours, I promise I’ll let you sleep as late as you want tomorrow, and I’ll even make French toast in the morning.” She gave me her saddest puppy dog eyes, but I wasn’t budging. “I’ll let you borrow my purple backless dress that I know you’ve been ogling for weeks.”
I sighed. I was beat, but I also was starting to feel like an old person who fell asleep to Wheel of Fortune every night. “And your Louboutin pumps?”
“Oh come on! You’re not fighting fair.” She’d just bought the shoes as a present to herself for finally leaving Chubs once and for all, practically maxing out her credit card to do so. I don’t even think she’d had a chance to wear them herself yet.
I held strong, crossing my arms defiantly. “The pumps, or I’m going straight to bed. Your choice.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re so lucky you’re my best friend. Fine. You can wear them. But I swear to God, if you get a single scuff on them, you’re buying me two new pairs.”
I laughed, knowing I’d get my way, and made a beeline for her closet to get the dress and shoes. Thirty minutes later, with touched up makeup and hair, we were on our way to a new club Gina had been dying to go to. It supposedly had a rotating dance floor – like I needed another obstacle in my way of attempting to stay upright in the five-inch heels.
We parked the car two blocks down, and headed to the back of the line. Club Thirty-One was the hottest place to be these days, and the line that was almost a block long showed it. “The place is going to close before we get a chance to get inside,” I grumbled.
“Relax, we’ll get in before you know it, once they realize how hot we look. I mean, I bought that dress for me, but girl you’re rockin’ it. That color looks amazing on you.”
“At least buy a girl dinner first,” I mocked, as I smoothed down the violet lace, and glanced over my shoulder. The back was completely cut out, a scalloped edge connecting the very top. I’d never worn anything so risqué before, but I had to agree. It fit me like a glove, and I looked great in it.
Suddenly, the all too familiar roar of motorcycles filled the street. Gina instinctively sank against the brick wall, hoping to hide in the shadows, in case it was Chubs, as I glanced nervously around.
Five motorcycles pulled right in front of us, making their own parking spots before cutting their engines. Their black leather vests didn’t have the skull on them, so I knew it wasn’t Chubs; instead, each of the vests had a raven. My eyes were fixed on them as they dismounted, realizing that these were probably Axel’s friends. I took a step closer, leaning in to eavesdrop. Because, yes, I was glutton for punishment.
“Damn, girl, you are looking fierce tonight,” one of the guys commented, whistling. He was staring at a female biker, who was wearing a leather jacket. It surprised me that a girl would be a gang member, but he was right, she was beautiful. Dark brown hair flowed down her back, and a she had a perfect hourglass figure that was accentuated by her skin-tight pants and tight leather top.
“Shut it, Rocco,” she called, securing her helmet to the bike. “I’m sure there’ll be plenty of other pussy here for you to lust after. I don’t know why you’re
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