Chapter 17

For the next hour I sat next to her while she sipped on her rather large hot chocolate which was overly topped with whipped cream as she got through a shit tonne of magazines while getting her nails painted and a pedicure done. "How long is your appointment going to take? I have to meet Alan at 2pm to go over-" "I don't care Tony." My mouth dropped open when she cut me off but before I could react, she was whisked away by someone to get her hair washed. So instead I scoffed in disbelief and sat there waiting for her to come back. Like a fucking idiot. A very smartly dressed idiot. Around ten minutes later I saw someone guide my soppy haired sister towards a chair in the area where they cut your hair. When she was finally alone I made my way over to her, sitting in the empty chair next to her. In the mood I was in, if someone even tried to get me to move I wouldn't have had a problem with pulling my gun on them. "I swear Carlotta, if you weren't a girl and you weren't pregnant I