The day passes quickly with so much to do. As usual, we move like a well-oiled machine, and I’m always so surprised how easily I fit into it. It wasn’t so easy at first, when I was determined to work alone and half of the guys didn’t want anything to do with me, but now it’s obvious that I’m a part of their group, and we work hard to get it all done before we need to start getting ready.
When the guys secured the invite to this party, they told me they’d take care of getting outfits for everyone to wear, and I walk into the living room to find them there with a garment bag draped over the couch.
Priest holds it up when I come in, and Gage and Ash unzip it, revealing a fucking stunning black evening gown.
“That’s beautiful,” I tell them, feeling a little bit breathless.
They all look pleased that I like it, and I step closer to get a better look at it.
It’s made of a shimmery material that looks like it will drape in the right places and cling in others. The bodice is tight, and the top is low cut enough that it will show off just the right amount of cleavage. Enough to be considered classy for a high class party. There’s a slit up one side of it, just high enough to be sexy, but still leaving enough material to hide a weapon on my thigh if I need to.
They thought of everything.
“That’s not all,” Knox says. He comes forward with a shoe box and whips the top off to show me a pair of black heels. High and pointy, just like I like them.
I reach out and touch them, sliding my fingers over the pointed toe, and Knox grins.
“I remember you eyeing up the shoes like you wanted to fuck them at the store that day, so I figured out they’re your weakness.”
I like that he paid attention to that and that he remembered, so I nod. “You’re right. They are my weakness.”
He hands me the box and winks at me.
I take all of it upstairs to get dressed, and the guys go to get ready too.
I take care with my appearance for this thing. Looking nice is part of the plan, and I want to be wearing my best when we ruin Julian’s life even more. Like another ‘fuck you’ in his face. I curl my hair and pin it up on one side, letting the rest of it fall in silvery waves over my shoulder. I can’t do skull makeup for this, like I did when I killed Ivan, but I still want to mark the occasion somehow.
So I put on delicate silver earrings with skulls on them, and paint my nails with a blood red to black ombre. It seems fitting.
The dress goes on like a dream, hugging my curves and showing off just enough skin. When I look at my reflection in the mirror, I almost don’t recognize myself, but the whole thing looks good as fuck. The shoes Knox got me just finish off the look, and I love it.
There’s a knock on the door, and I turn to see Knox poking his head in.
“Aw, damn, you’re dressed,” he says. “I can’t decide if that’s a good or bad thing.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask him.
“I wanted to see you naked,” he says, coming in. “But this is a pretty damn close second. You look fucking incredible.”
He’s got weapons and other gear in his hands, and he comes over to help me strap them on under my dress. His hands linger on my skin, rubbing my thighs and over the small of my back as he attaches straps and makes sure they’re secure.
I can tell he’s turned on from the way he’s breathing and the growing tent in his dress pants. One big hand cups my ass and squeezes hard, and I groan for him, rocking into his touch.
“You look so fucking good like this,” he says, and his voice has that low, husky quality to it. He keeps running his hands over the material of the dress, grabbing it in places like he wants to rip the dress off me. Just like the time he cut one off me in that dressing room.
I almost want him to. But we both keep ourselves under control enough that I’m still dressed when he’s done. My pussy is throbbing, and we’re both breathing hard when he steps back, but my makeup isn’t even smudged. Which is good because I don’t have time to redo it.
Knox licks his lips and steps in closer to me, pressing the hard lines of his body against my front. I can feel the bulge in his pants and the heat coming off him, and it makes me swallow hard.
“I’m going to fuck you good and hard later,” he promises right in my ear. “With you wearing just those heels.”
A shiver of anticipation goes down my spine, and I’m even more eager to get this whole thing over and done with.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, and we share a look filled with heat.
30
Gage
Standing in front of the mirror in my room, I adjust my tie, putting the final touches on my look for the night. The suit is well pressed and tailored, all black except for the white dress shirt and red pocket square in my breast pocket. I can admit that I look good. This isn’t my or any of the guys’ usual style of dress, but we can all wear the hell out of a suit when we need to.
Normally, going to an event like this would be something we’d do to try to further our business. Making connections and networking, gathering intel on other gangs and business people.
But tonight, it’s all about River.
I’m determined to have her vengeance carried out tonight. I want to give that to her more than anything.
I run my fingers through my dark brown hair and give myself one last once-over. No one will ever mistake me for a straight-laced businessman—and I wouldn’t want them to—but I look like I belong among a gathering of the powerful players in Detroit.
Satisfied, I nod and head downstairs.
Priest and Ash are already there, dressed in their nice black suits with the one splash of red. It seemed right, since we’re ruining a man’s life tonight.
River and Knox come down a moment later, and as soon as Knox clears the stairs and we can see the silver-haired woman behind him, we all hone in on her. She draws my gaze no matter where she is, and right now it’s impossible to look away from her.
She looks sexy as fuck. That dress was the best idea, and it fits her so damn well.
I can also tell that Knox already got his hands on her, from the way her face is a little flushed and her hair is a little messy.
As soon as she’s standing close enough, I grab her arm and drag her into a kiss. It’s deep and hot and not at all long enough, but it’ll have to do.
When I pull back, I arch an eyebrow at her. “Are you ready to sow a little mayhem?”
She grins back. “Just call me the Queen of Anarchy.”
“Damn right.”
I let her go, and Priest and Ash both take their turns kissing her. Like each of them want to steal some kind of promise before we head out. It’s a big moment, and we all know it.