Page 62 of Ride Forever
“He’ll get it back,” I murmured, checking my hair in the mirror. “We’ll all get back what we’ve lost.”
“To a certain extent.”
I looked at Chaser’s reflection in the mirror and held onto my sigh. We didn’t need this right now. Strength was in short supply, and we had to gather all we could find for the climax.
“I’ve got to wash this off,” I said, eyeing him.
He pushed off the doorframe. “I have to go see Gasket, anyway.”
“You came to see me first?” I grinned, my lips pulling lopsidedly.
“Of course, I did.”
I blew him a kiss as he left, watching him go with an air of female appreciation.
Leaning over the bath, I washed out the bleach, shampooed, and blasted my pale yellow locks with the hairdryer. Thinking about tomorrow night, I slapped on the toner and watched my fried hair suck up the color. If I came face-to-face with King again, would I have the guts to pull the trigger? I’d stared into his cold eyes and felt his power, so I knew how overwhelming he could be. This wasn’t like facing my father. This was that moment in the desert amplified times a million.
Checking the color of my hair, I swallowed hard. Yeah, I could do it, and it had nothing to do with pulling a trigger. I would take King down any way possible.He deserves it.I was taking his game, turning it back on him, and shoving the ragged remains right up his asshole.See how you like it, then.
Washing off the toner, I dried my hair one last time. Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection, hardly recognizing the hard-ass bitch looking back at me. The last few months had taken their toll, shedding weight from my body and replacing some of it with muscle. Whoever this bitch was, she looked tough as. Toned, sexy, determined. Hair like ice, eyes like fire, and a heart full of both.
Dragging my fingers through my new do, it felt strange. My hair was just below my jaw, the ends slightly uneven but jagged and totally rock ‘n’ roll. With my torn-up T-shirt, jeans, and boots, I looked like a grunge rocker off to a rock concert, not a strung-out woman about to embark on a hit.
Not sure if that was a good thing or not, I went out into the bedroom. Chaser was sitting on the bed, waiting for me, his talk with Gasket over. Rising to his feet, he raked his gaze over my body, taking in the new me.
“So?” I asked.
He combed his fingers through my hair, then picked up a strand and inspected it.
“Do you like it?” I murmured.
“It’s different.”
“Good. That’s the point.”
“You didn’t have to go that far, you know.”
“It’s just hair. It’ll grow back.”
“I hear that’s how it works.”
“I feel like a different person,” I said. “The hair… It completes the picture. If you don’t like it, I can change it back after.”
“If you want to change your hair, then change it. It’s none of my business. Hair isn’t who you are.”
I frowned. “Are you okay?”
“I feel…raw,” he murmured.
“You’re evolving, too,” I whispered. “Stings like a bitch, doesn’t it?”
His lips twitched. “Yeah.”
“Is Gasket good?”
“Everything’s progressing on schedule,” he replied. “All we have to do now is wait until tomorrow.”
“Las Vegas tomorrow night.”
