' "You look..." "Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?" '
Amidst the shadows of the little town of Charming, this chaotic and dangerous scene steps in Giselle Telford, a woman dead set on escaping the shadows of her past to embrace an uncertain future...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
After getting back to the club last night, Giselle just couldn't seem to get any shut-eye, tossing and turning under the covers. And of course, she already knows that a lack of sleep is gonna wreck her day.
To top it off, her boss called saying they were reopening. So, back to work it is.
Same old routine every day. She hops in the shower hoping it'll zap away the tiredness, throws on her clothes, slips on her usual rings, jacket, then bolts to the kitchen for her caffeine fix.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(ignore the necklace)
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(obviously her usual ring. See Chapter 8)
Meanwhile, while sipping her coffee, her mind starts wandering, inevitably dwelling on what she heard from her dad yesterday. About how they needed money.
It's like every promise she makes to stay clear of any kind of violence flies out the window as soon as the Sons get involved. And since she seems to be a glutton for punishment, she's gotta lend them a hand inderectly.
Maybe, she's starting to think, staying out of this world ain't her fate. 'Cause every time she seems to get out, somehow she manages to get pulled back in. But there's one thing she's hell-bent on promising herself and trying her darnedest to stick to: not picking up a gun and especially not killing.
"Morning, sweetheart," she offers a small smile, snapped back to reality by the guys, probably just out of a meeting in the church. "Morning, guys."
