It’s a solid reminder that while men are direct in their threats and violence, you should never discount some women who are equally dangerous in their delusions. Frighteningly so.
My heels clip sharply over the hardwood floor, towards my Alpha. I’m feeling more comfortable now in the presence of The Fallen and I’m so fucking proud of the sense of community King has built.
“Hey, King, sorry I’m late,” I speak loud enough so my voice carries right down past the pool tables, right out to where the prospects are standing guard.
King’s eyes narrow, and his top lip curls up. That’s in warning for every person in attendance as my little black dress is heavy on ‘little’, but Maverick and I were out inspecting offices, haggling with agents, and I wasn’t going to miss this for the world. Plus, you know the strapless top meant King’s name seemed to blink like a neon sign on my skin.
I stop in front of him, leaning up on my tippy toes for a kiss. “How’d you go, killer?”
“Good. Let’s hurry this along. I need you to tell me which one you like best. I want to sign a contract tomorrow before we fly out.”
“Enough said.” He winks. “Steel, you with me?”
Steel hops off a stool at the bar, his shirt covered in spray paint. My guy is still getting used to having to work with a different type of gun. Joker keeps us entertained with daily rundowns of how Steel did in the paint-booth, some days he resembles a walking freckle. The paint all over him is not the only thing I notice. As he saunters closer, his butterscotch scent is extra rich and gooey right now. Clearly Steel likes this dress. Or it might be these heels, we’ve had a lot of fun while I’ve been wearing them recently.
“You better be wearing panties, Trissy,” he growls as he bites my neck. At the same time, his leg kicks out frighteningly fast, sending the awful chair I was tied to, the one Margaret is currently tied to, slamming backwards.
I feel a flash of guilt, acting so flippantly when the woman who attacked me is probably absolutely terrified. Because I was, when I was in her exact position. But the big difference between me and her is she made the choice to be an A-grade asshole. She made a conscious decision to get rid of me, selling me to a monster, so again I have no problem acting the way I am.
“Wait until I’m back with Tyson and Mav?” I ask.
“You line up the shots,” King suggests.
Both he and Steel watch me go. God, I can feel their attention all over me.
I give Momma Cass a quick smile and pick up the bottle of bourbon. She’s already got trays ready and waiting to serve for everyone here, but the last five shot glasses are mine to fill. Because I’m still having issues letting people serve my Alphas.
There’s no further preamble, or warning, nothing at all except for the deafening blast of King’s gun. Followed by anothertwo shots. I think because Margaret was so slippery before King and Steel are not taking any chances, sending her straight to hell with one in the head, and two in the chest.
C’est la vie.
Chapter
Sixty-Two
TRISTAN
“Killer, you get out of the truck wearing all black, she’s gonna know something’s not right.” King smiles one of his big smiles. He does that a lot now, but only when he’s home with us. All other times, he’s a right asshole.
I look down at what I’m wearing, “Pretty sure she’s going to look at me once and be able to see what the issue is. I mean you’re kind of hard to miss but bringing three new tatted up hotties is going to have her alarm bells going.”
“If we make it past Siderno’s check points,” King smirks.
I go to mouth off at him but the reception door across the way opens, and Tyson comes out with Nancy and her pack trailing after them. But Ty’s like that, he’s a walking talking magnet, people trail after him because he’s such a kind hearted soul.
“No way,” I whisper, seeing the answer in front of me. “Ty can tell her.”
Even over the distance, Tyson hears me whisper his name, his eyes jump immediately to mine. A small nod of his head, the tip of the smallest smirk on his lips quashes that idea.
My phone rings and Simona’s name fills the screen. I flick our call straight over to FaceTime. I need to see her, to borrowher unshakeable fortitude. “Sim, I can’t do it. She’s going to kill me even before I can open my mouth.”
“Is that why you’re wearing black? Go change. You look like you’re attending a funeral.”
“I am!” I squawk dramatically. “My own!”
“How many times have we been through this?” Simona asks patiently. “You know she’s going to be upset.”
“With reason,” I counter straight away, pulling my hair out of the harsh ponytail I had it in. And we have been through this a few times now. I broke down and called Sim after seeing her at Verdune.
