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  Table of Contents

  The Cut & Blow Series

  Darkest Brown

  Jet Black

  Luminous Blue Black

  Dark Caramel Brown

  Light Red Copper Brown

  Hazelnut Brown

  Dark Copper Brown

  Light Auburn

  Rosso Red

  Vivid Red

  Blue Black

  Paprika Red

  Rich Amber

  Spiced Amber

  Dark Grey Blue

  Cinnamon Brown

  Honey Brown

  Blood Red

  Burgundy Brown

  Chestnut Brown

  The End

  About the Author

  Also by Ashleigh Giannoccaro

  Cut & Blow

  Book 3

  Ashleigh Giannoccaro

  Copyright © 2018 by Ashleigh Giannoccaro

  Print ISBN-13: 978-1985291454

  ASIN :B079NRKQ7J

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  Editing by Gemma Poppet Rice

  Proofreading by Karen Mandeville

  Cover Design by Southern Stiles Design

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are products of the authors’ imagination and are all used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, are coincidental.

  The Cut & Blow Series

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for picking up Cut & Blow 3. The Cut & Blow books need to be read in order, if you missed books 1 & 2 please grab them first or Viv and Romeo’s story won’t make sense.

  xx

  Ashleigh

  Contents

  The Cut & Blow Series

  1. Darkest Brown

  2. Jet Black

  3. Luminous Blue Black

  4. Dark Caramel Brown

  5. Light Red Copper Brown

  6. Hazelnut Brown

  7. Dark Copper Brown

  8. Light Auburn

  9. Rosso Red

  10. Vivid Red

  11. Blue Black

  12. Paprika Red

  13. Rich Amber

  14. Spiced Amber

  15. Dark Grey Blue

  16. Cinnamon Brown

  17. Honey Brown

  18. Blue Black

  19. Blood Red

  20. Burgundy Brown

  21. Chestnut Brown

  The End

  About the Author

  Also by Ashleigh Giannoccaro

  For my Father In Law.

  Whose favorite TV channel inspired this series.

  One

  Darkest Brown

  ROMEO:

  Everything I ever wanted has been a struggle to achieve. Nothing just came easy to me. Maybe it’s because I never wanted what normal guys wanted.

  Being different isn’t easy. I was always different. In school, with my family; just different. The creative side of me overpowered everything else, and I knew that the family business, or any business, wasn’t for me.

  In high school, I started cutting hair so we could use the money earned to buy drugs and booze. Turns out I was good at it, and better yet, I enjoyed it.

  By the end of my senior year, I had a lucrative business going on. When I informed Mom that I was going to study to be a hairdresser she had a shit-fit, cursed me as all sorts of gay, and kicked me out of home.

  It was that simple. I couldn’t be a hairstylist and not be gay, so I was out on my ass. As it turned out, I didn’t need my family. Gina took me under her wing when I begged her for a job so I could pay for my tuition.

  For two years I swept up the salon after cuts and trims, and washed hair, working myself to death to earn that certificate. I stuck out like a sore thumb in combat boots and a leather jacket. Nothing about me was ‘hairdresser’ and it made me an outsider.

  After a meeting with Gina where she told me to ‘dress like you belong here’, I changed my style and blended in. I wasn’t the bad guy from the wrong side of the tracks whose father died in a shady mob accident. I became Romi the stylist, and I finally felt like I had my shit together. The family I gained by working here replaced the one that wouldn’t accept me for the things I love, and together, we are all misfits.

  I am never too far from my roots and am under no illusions, the salon is a front for Rain and the Calligaris family to launder their dirty money, but as long as I get my paycheck, I don’t give a shit about their dealings.

  Now we’ve moved upstairs at the salon and everything is new. Ailee is in charge, and Chelsey and myself are managers; Ailee doesn’t let us manage anything because she’s a control freak.

  Rain still gives me the disappointed side-eye whenever he pops in. I should be his minion, not his wife’s employee. When my father died, I was supposed to ‘step up’ and fill his enormous criminal-shoes, but I chose not to and they were pissed about it. All of them.

  Ailee did what I did, she walked away, but it caught up with her. Now she’s entangled and knotted up in their business even if she likes to think she’s not. I get the feeling we all are in a way.

  “You happy?” I hold the mirror so that Viviana can see the back of her hair. She comes for free hairdos now that her brother technically owns the place. “I think the lighter color lifts your eyes and makes you look much more on trend.”

  Flicking her head from side to side and running her fingers through it, she smiles and flutters her eyelashes at me. “I love it.” She air kisses me in the mirror and winks like I’m one of her girlfriends.

  Dusting off her shoulders with the brush, I can see down her top from this angle, and she’s got nothing on at all under there to hide her breasts. My first thought is that if her brother knew about those nipple rings there’d be shit in the land, closely followed by my God I’d love to pull on them.

  I look up at her before I get caught staring at her breasts; one last comb through of that thick mane of hair and she’s done.

  “Thanks, Romi.” She pats my chest and saunters off to the front desk, her ass swaying in her skinny jeans and heels.

  Fuck me, I need to go outside for a smoke.

  I spend all day trying to get the image of Viv’s boobs out of my head, but ever since the day Chelsey gave birth, I can’t get any part of Viviana out of my head.

  She asked if I’d drive with her to fetch Rat, so they could get him to the hospital. She smelled like fruit, fresh and sweet, and so fucking tempting I wanted to lean over and lick her. I didn’t, but good God I wanted to. I haven’t stopped wanting to.

  She started coming in to get her hair done shortly after that. I don’t know why but she booked with me; insisted on it. Now we silently flirt in the mirror every three weeks and it’s driving me insane.

  Locking up has become my duty; I live the closest to the salon and I’m a guy. It’s not safe for a woman to be locking up alone at night. Pulling the door shut, my attention is caught by a plastic bag from the grocer down the quiet street being picked up by the wind which carries it away into the night sky. The weather is picking up, it smells like it may rain later.

  Locking the heavy gate and pocketing the keys, I walk around the corner, across the empty car park and through the alley to my building.

  The elevator isn’t working – again – so I take the stairs, tw
o at a time. The couple on the second floor are screaming as usual and the pipes are hammering in the wall on the third floor. There are obviously three flats all wanting to shower at once, the old plumbing can’t cope.

  A small boy is leaning against the door that leads to the next floor, he’s hiding from his dad. These are my neighbors, well some of them, others I just never see.

  I am the only person on my floor. I bought both flats a few years back with the money my mom left me. I knocked out some walls and had it renovated; it’s mine. Shitty building or not, I own it and no one can take it from me.

  By midnight the noise from my neighbors dies down to a whisper of voices and movement, the whole street turns to hushed quiet and finally sleeps. I, however, am wide awake.

  I’ve binge-watched an entire series of reality TV and now I’ve turned to Tumblr porn. Lying on my bed I scroll through the posts, my eyes drawn to the black and white ones first. There’s something mesmerizing about the monochromatic videos that makes it hard for me to look away.

  This is my life. I am the lonely guy who has to fall asleep watching porn because every woman I come into contact with thinks I’m gay. I know that’s my fault for never correcting anyone, and for letting them all assume. For a long time, it was easier to be alone. But now, now it’s just become sad.

  My finger slides the screen so it scrolls through the stream of gifs, and I see something. I wish now I hadn’t seen it, but I can’t un-see it.

  I shut my phone off first, the shock and disbelief making me panic. Clutching my iPhone to my chest I breathe, convincing myself that my tired eyes are playing tricks on me. I open it up again.

  Nope.

  No tricks.

  I definitely just saw a clip of Viviana in her knickers kissing some guy on Tumblr. I shouldn’t look, but I can’t not.

  The user name is Vivvy<3 . She posted this herself. It’s not a scandal where her sex tape was stolen; she did it deliberately.

  The temptation to click her profile is too much for me. The beautiful black and white sequence plays over and over, because I can’t scroll away.

  Click.

  Stupid mistake. I couldn’t stop thinking about her as it was and now here she is inside my phone doing things I shouldn’t be seeing her do. Her tousled ponytail, high cheekbones, and pouty lips are all gray and white in the monochrome frames. They are only a few seconds each, but in those seconds, she does things to me I cannot ignore.

  My cock is hard and my jaw aches with tension from grinding my teeth. The stream goes on and on. I just keep scrolling and it never ends. The dirty little bitch, she’s got this secret, and now I know it — how am I going to cut her hair?

  Before I’m cognizant of my actions I am jerking off to her Tumblr, and damn it is one hot blog. I hit follow and hope she doesn’t recognize my screen name. Deep down, I hope she does.

  I have no idea what I’m doing but I wish I was doing her like the guy on the small screen. He must be her boyfriend as he is in all the videos, except for the few where she’s taking care of things herself. My cock thickens in my hand while I pause on a longer video with the option to let it play with sound.

  Play.

  Volume up.

  Fuck me.

  She’s dancing for the camera in her thigh-high stockings, lace undies and no bra; the tiny barbells in her nipples glint in the light. Her breasts bounce while her hips sway to Marvin Gaye, by Charlie Puth and that Meghan girl.

  I recognize the way her hair looks because I styled it that way. This was right after she came to have her hair done. She had those stockings on under her skirt while she sat in my chair. Stroking myself in time with her movements, I watch while she crawls onto the neatly made bed and straddles a pillow.

  Her soft, delicate moans, come out of my phone and it’s like she’s in the room with me. There is no point in watching more as my cum spurts hot on my stomach. I toss the phone away from me and stare at the ceiling, trying to fucking breathe.

  “Ugh.” I roll off the bed and go clean myself up.

  I never imagined her that way. Well I did, but I never thought she was a dirty little minx beneath that innocent smile and perfect makeup.

  I feel like people can see what I know, that it’s written on my face all day long, like watching her was wrong. But, she put it on the internet for people to watch, surely that means she wants to be seen? I see her!

  The day drags on for nothing short of eternity, and I made plans to have dinner with Chelsey and the baby after work which makes the day even longer.

  By the time I get to Chelsey’s house, the tension of holding it in all day has me wound tight and I just want to snap at everything. I should have skipped dinner and gone to the gym instead. Punching something would feel so good right now.

  “Hi.” Chelsey kisses my cheek, bubbly with excitement as I step into the big house on the better side of town.

  “Hey. How are you? Where’s he?” I ask, looking for the little boy.

  “Shh. Asleep for now. We can eat in peace. Come in, I am so glad you came. Ailee and Rain are on the way.”

  Oh god. “I thought it was just us?” I blurt.

  I can’t look at him. I was fapping to his little sister last night. This day can’t get worse.

  “I wasn’t cooking for just two people, I decided the more the merrier. I don’t get to see you guys anymore and I feel like I’m trapped on a desert island all alone.” She takes my sports jacket and hangs it on the coat stand at the door. “I need people around me.”

  I guess this time off isn’t treating her as well as we thought it is. She fell apart when Sal died and the baby came. Maybe she’s still falling apart. I haven’t been a very good friend to her; I should have tried harder.

  Guilt makes me forget about Viviana. I wander through the house behind her to the kitchen. “So, how have you been?” I ask, leaning on the counter while she turns knobs on the stove and looks inside the oven. It does smell good in here.

  “Okay. And you?” She turns it right back on me.

  “I have the world’s most boring life, Chels, you know that. Nothing ever happens to me.” It’s the truth.

  She chuckles and shakes her head at me.

  “Have you heard from Rat?” I ask, just wondering. I heard he was exiled by the family.

  The spoon in her hand falls, messing red sauce all over the white floor, and she collapses beside it in a flood of tears.

  Shit! What did I do?

  I move to help her up. She wipes her face and throws a cloth down, mopping up with her foot.

  “No, I haven’t heard from him.” She straightens her apron and I know that’s the end of that talk. “How is work? Have things been busy with the new salon? How are the new staff? Ailee hates them all.”

  “It’s different, you know. We were family. All these new faces, they don’t fit with us. But, it has been damn busy. I finished work after 6 p.m. all through last week.”

  “That’s good though. What, you don’t like the new staff? You are such a creature of habit, Romi. You should step out of that bubble sometime. You might even find yourself someone special.”

  Someone. Never a girl. But also never a guy.

  I have the ambiguity.

  “Hello.” A call from the front of the house halts our conversation. Thank goodness. It’s Ailee, her voice is familiar and friendly.

  Chels smiles a big, fat, fake smile and goes to greet them. I stay in the kitchen and pour a glass of wine. It’s not my house, but I need it, so I help myself.

  “Come in. Romi is here,” she says as they round the corner to the kitchen.

  Ailee and Rain are holding hands and right behind them is Viviana. I nearly drop my wine glass, but catch it and put it down on the counter.

  She smirks at me with a twinkle in her mischievous eyes. We all greet with air kisses, handshakes and hugs.

  Two

  Jet Black

  VIVIANA:

  Being a bored, overindulged mob brat, has made me see
k out other avenues to get my kicks. I hunt for secret thrills to get my heart pounding and my palms slick with sweat.

  I have everything my heart desires. I am Daddy’s favorite and there is nothing he wouldn’t give me – except freedom. I’m not allowed that. Over the years I have found ways to entertain myself, to be naughty without getting caught. This new one is by far the best yet.

  Boyfriends are hard to have when your family might literally kill them. Daddy-darling is one intimidating motherfucker. He might be old, but he has a knack for making grown men piss themselves, which is good for business, and bad for dating his daughter.

  Add my brother and my nerdy twin sister to the mix, and I am never going to be bringing a boy home for Sunday lunch. I will die a crazy old cat lady because there’s not a guy in this town brave enough to date me.

  So I made up Vivvy, travelled out of the city to some podunk little place with an art school, and found someone to indulge my needs and fantasies.

  Once the work day is over and I’ve answered Dad’s ‘where are you?’ call for the evening, no one bothers with what I am doing. I drive out there and meet up with Calvin and Jacki.

  The first time we met wasn’t premeditated, and it all unfolded from that chance encounter at a small, dingy nightclub.

  Jacki, she likes to watch, to film things in the most beautifully erotic way. Calvin is hands on. He dances and touches, moves and fucks. He only does it if she’s watching though.

  After our third night spent as a little threesome Calvin showed me Tumblr, encouraging me to share the videos; saying that if I set up an account on there and another more risqué platform where people pay-to-view, I could make money.