“Out of my way.” Marisol brushes past them. “I have work to do. Boss man wants her bare.”
“Yeah, that’s why we’re here. You gonna do all three girls. They don’t want hair. Personally, I think it’s kinda hot, makes them look like women. But other guys, they like it baby smooth.” He winks at me. “You’re smooth on the inside, aren’t you, princess?”
I bite my lip so hard I taste blood, but I can’t react.
I was getting somewhere with Marisol.
If they would just leave, maybe she’ll help me.
Unfortunately, Vito is here for the express purpose of watching her wax off my pubic hair. I don’t have a lot. I had laser hair removal done to my bikini line when I was modeling and I’m naturally fair so I’m not overly hairy to begin with. And I keep everything tidy down there.
As she spreads the hot wax onto the area, I think back to a conversation with Landon about it.
“…does the hair bother you?” I ask just as he’s about to move between my legs.
His head snaps up and he frowns. “Your pubic hair?”
I nod.
“Why would it bother me? It’s part of you. It’s healthy. Doesn’t it protect your vagina from germs and such?”
My heart melts.
“I don’t think it’s much of an issue in modern times where we have unlimited running water but biologically, yes.”
He lowers his head. “I love every inch of you, Allora. Please don’t change anything.”
Tears sting my eyelids. I already miss him so much it’s hard to breathe when I think about him dead, lying on that road in the middle of nowhere.
“Don’t be a baby,” Vito sneers. “Jesus, it’s just wax.”
Idiot thinks I’m crying over the waxing.
Like I don’t have way more important things to cry about.
Marisol goes Brazilian on me and I yelp as she pulls off the last of the wax.
“Your legs aren’t hairy. What about your pits?”
I just raise my arms so she can see.
“Blonds so easy. That Mexican girl gonna be a lot of work.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her that’s racist, and then I remember where I am and who I’m with. They don’t care about anything except money, I guess. Why else would they be working with someone like Pete?
I’m still struggling to wrap my head around the idea that’s he’s behind all of this.
His obsession with me turned so dark it’s hard to imagine the lengths he’s gone to. And for what? He really thinks my father is going to let him live? Take me abroad and use me as a brood mare? My father will hunt him down to the ends of the earth. And my gut tells me Rage will want to avenge his friend’s death.
But if anyone is going to kill Pete, it’s going to be me.
I don’t know when or how or what I’ll have to endure to get him to trust me but it’s going to happen. Someday, at some point, he’ll let his guard down, and I’ll end it. Take his life the way he took Landon’s.
Fuck, but I’m getting tired of the tears.
“Oh, very nice.” Pete walks in and looks me up and down. “You still have hair on your head so I guess you behaved.”
“She tell me her father has money,” Marisol tells him, smirking at me. “You think I should take it?”
