Idig through the huge pantry searching for some snacks as Red leans against the door jam so he can keep an eye on our sexy little captive. She’s got the sassiest mouth that makes me want to do bad, bad things to it in a really good way. I shake the thought away. I’m still pissed that Cartwright got the drop on us and managed to set off the silent alarm, blowing any chance we had to clear the neighborhood before the cops rolled in, but at least Blue has given us a small silver lining of entertainment to this clusterfuck.
I hope that motherfucker is gnashing his teeth in frustration and anger over what we took from him tonight. He deserves it after the shit he pulled. We only took what that fucker owed us but it was incredibly satisfying to see him piss his pants in fear when my brother held his big ass knife to his throat. The grin that memory brings fades away to a sigh and I toss another bagof gluten-free crap back on the shelf to free up my hands to shove up my mask and rub at my face.
Fuck, it should never have come to this. We worked our asses off to leave this kind of lifestyle behind. The three of us grew up dirt poor in the hood where our only options were crime or starvation. We did what we needed to do to keep food on the table but our older brother was determined to get us out and give us a shot at a better future. With addict parents and nowhere to turn for help, he took the worst, most dangerous jobs and squirreled away every dime he earned. We did the small cons to cover our food and needs until he turned eighteen and we had enough to run.
He got us out of the hood and made sure the two of us studied our asses off in school while working construction during the day and shitty cleaning jobs at night. Eventually, we worked our way into our own construction contracting business and started to really get ahead. Then Cartwright came along.
Looking back, we should have known it was a con, there were signs, but we had lost some of our edge living the good life. He hired us to do the finishing work on his new house build. He promised a huge bonus to get us to work exclusively on the build to get it done faster and it put major dollar signs in our eyes.
We let our other contracts go and went all in on his build. I don’t even know why we were shocked when the job was finished and he refused to pay. He had his slimy lawyer point out the fine print that had been added after the fact that stated we missed deadlines. The initials signed to it were forged to look like we had agreed. The money it would cost us to fight in court would have wiped out what he owed us so we fell back on our old ways and took what was owed to us instead.
The huge Halloween party he’s having was the perfect setup for us to go in and do what we needed to do but that fucker managed to hit a panic button, screwing up our carefully planned exit strategy. We’re pretty sure Cartwright has no idea it was us who held him up and made him clean out his safe but only time will tell.
Red shifts against the door jam breaking me from my thoughts as he hums beneath his breath appreciatively.
“Damn, she’s seriously hot.”
I yank my mask back in place and lean slightly past him to get another look at the blue bombshell and grunt in agreement. Sleek blue hair that swings a few inches under her chin and killer blueish green eyes top a tight little body that curves in all the right places and hits all the boxes for me. Add in that slick, red, sassy mouth and my dick’s been half-hard since I had my hands on her legs.
“You think she’s serious with what she said or putting up a front?”
I look her over again and the boredom on her face seems pretty convincing.
“I think she’s the real deal. There’s a bit of an edge to her that tells me she’s seen a few darker things just like we have. The flirting, though? Not sure. That’s not what we’re here for anyway.”
He hits me with a wicked grin. “Sure, but if she’s down, why not? It would certainly pass the time and add a bonus to the bonus we took, right?”
I scowl at him. “I forced our way in here with a gun pointed at her and then tied her up. What part of consensual does that cover? She might be using the flirting as a cover and say yesbecause she doesn’t feel like she can say no. She’s also four drinks in. Don’t even think about it!”
He rolls his eyes at me. “I don’t know, man. She’s pretty feisty. I’d have a hard time saying no to it if she put it out there.” He turns and hits me with a piercing look. “You can’t seriously tell me you wouldn’t want a piece of her if she offered.”
I look at her again and then give him an exasperated glance before giving up on finding any decent snack food and moving back out to the kitchen just as Blue huffs out a groan.
“You okay over there, Blue?”
Those dark-rimmed blue-green eyes meet mine and roll.
“Bored now,” she says, causing me to smile.
She looks down at the dog who’s squirming at her feet and back to me.
“Can one of you take Skipper’s costume off? Looks like she’s ready to trade in her badge to join us on the dark side of the law.”
I step closer to her and reach down to pick the dog up but Blue saying her name has her jumping up onto her lap. With the way Blue’s legs are spread open to accommodate the leashes tying her to the chair legs, the dog can’t get purchase to settle so it jumps over the arm back to the ground but as it does, one of the plastic pistols snags on her skirt and drags it all the way up to her waist. Red steps up next to me and all three of our eyes drop to what’s been exposed.
Blue
Ifeel the cool air brush against the top of my thighs and drop my head to see that my skirt is now flipped up, exposing the blue lace underwear I have on. I keep my head down but lift my eyes to the two men who have gone stiff with tension in front of me. Their eyes are glued to the space between my legs, full of heat and I decide right there and then…fuck it. They’re hot, I’m bored and it will help me scratch an itch and double-check off that line on my to-do list.
My lips curve in a sexy little smirk and I say in a breathy tone, “Oh, no. My panties are exposed. Whatever shall you do?”
A groan from my left has me tilting my head that way and based on the way Black’s sight is focused between my legs, I might just make that a triple-check on my to-do list, so I ask him,
“What should they do about this, Daddy?”
All three of them groan and step closer but it’s Black that speaks.
“You sure you want to open that door, Blue?”
