Chapter Nineteen
Asha Avery
The music bumped loud in the salon as every spot was taken with girls getting their hair done and men getting shapeups, braids, and retwists.
My man sat down in the chair going through his phone as I scooped up a glob of gel to pinch at the base of a single lock where the roots began.
The rest of the sirens were busy making decorative signs for their social club and sorority.
Some were stretched out on the other side of the salon where the beauty supply store is, managing inventory.
The lights had a blue glow as ripples and waves reflected off the walls.
It felt like we were submerged under water, and I wouldn’t say it to my crew, but this shit was a vibe. I loved coming here.
I strangely felt at home here and I don’t know if it was because Silas was here and clearly fit right in, despite having nymph features, it was obvious he was part siren.
I can’t even believe I’m saying this shit like I wasn’t just calling them fish mouth to their face a year ago.
Now here I am, bobbing my head to my man’s playlist as he sat like a king amongst our people.
I picked up his locs to push to one side as the conversation turned to laughter.
Even one of the guys that walked in came up and greeted Silas and I first. I wondered if they could sense he was Solo’s half-brother, and ironically the one that should be in his place.
They had to because Silas’s aura was just…
I inhaled his locs. Smelling the mint before coming down to obsessively kiss the side of his face.
I knew the other sirens watched and always studied every intimate display of affection I had for him, but I wasn’t dumb.
They wanted him because I wanted him. Their eyes watched him everywhere from when he got up to throw something away to the way his legs spread apart in the chair when he sat back down.
The sexual tension in this space alone was directed towards him.
I wasn’t worried though. Silas was only part siren.
That sexual need to fuck any and everything wasn’t built in him like it was Solo and the rest of these sirens.
They would fuck a hole in the wall or get fucked by a random hole in the wall if given the chance.
“How much time do you have?” I whispered, reading his screen to see him texting.
“Not much before I need to go back, are you almost done?” He asked.
I gently bit at his ear while watching him respond to whoever about the games.
It was somebody that wanted free tickets or at least a free way in.
Standing upright, I began to part his locs, finishing up the last few when I heard my name being called.
I looked up as Emani, one of the sirens I could see myself getting close to nodded towards the door.
“Babe, pause the music.” Isis, Souxie, Quan, and Clementine stood at the door of the closed salon, waiting to be let in.
For a moment, I looked back at the sirens who waited to see what I was going to do.
I hadn’t been around them since Solo left me in charge.
That was after Maggie’s parents' house and the big blow up with Souxie and I.
Still…Quan, standing in his human nymph form, banged on the door again.
“You’re just staring at us instead of letting us in, Asha! What the fuck!?” He shouted. Souxie and I locked eyes even through the tinted glass. Silas looked back at me, confused as to why I hadn’t moved before motioning towards Nate with his hands.
“You got me on the line up?” Silas asked.
I took that as my cue to leave. Wiping my hands down, I stepped aside as Nate came over with the clippers and laced Silas up with a black cape to cover the top half of his body.
I unlocked the door and stepped outside to close it behind me as if it was suddenly sacred and stared awkwardly at Isis, Quan, and Souxie.
Clemothy didn’t count but I could see she was already about to start.
“You suddenly too good for your old friends now that you figured out you’re a siren?” Clementine asked.
“I was trying to figure out why you were here, but I forgot you’ve been tagging alone since our story started in book one,” I tossed back before looking at everyone else. “What? What is it?”
“Did we…interrupt something?” Souxie questioned.
“Her man is in there,” Isis whispered with a knowing smile.
“Who? Solomon or his brother?” Quan pressed.
“What the fuck do y'all want?” I asked more directly. When I saw the cracked expression on Isis’s face, I took a deep breath before calming myself. “What happened, I mean? Why….Y'all never come here.”
“You remember when you said something may happen tomorrow during the games?” Souxie asked. “You just wasn’t sure what exactly…”
“Yeaaaaah…”
No one said anything as Clementine huffed. She stood before me and suddenly rolled her neck like she was asking for a fight…Well a beat down. I would beat the dog shit out of her and she knows it.
“Well, we figured out what’s going to happen tomorrow, and unless you want to risk putting your little Marco Polo Water Club in danger, you might want to hear what we have to say.”