Chapter Ten
Run, Little Siren, Run
It’s Halloween today. Last week, Blake and I outran the Cartel and won.
We’ve texted off and on since. Talking has made me feel more comfortable with this alliance and partnership.
It’s also been a good distraction from you know who.
We have plans to meet up tonight at Chaos for the Halloween party I’m hosting.
I offered in order to make up for almost killing him multiple times.
He told me it wasn’t necessary but I insisted.
We have decided to keep our costume choices a secret.
All I’ve been told about his costume is that I’ll know it’s him when I see it.
The idea of not knowing if it's him only adds to the excitement.
I lay my costume out on my bed. My eyes flicker past it and I look over the sheets.
Memories of ungodly sensations under the moon plow their way into my thoughts.
No, I refuse to continue this ridiculous cycle.
He’s nothing but a target to me. Tonight is a night off from work, that’ll be filled with fun and alcohol…
loads of alcohol. I look back at my costume, beaming at my choice.
It’s so perfect I could cry. There lies a black gothic style bondage dress.
It has many thin straps that cross back and forth over the chest connecting to the bustier top.
This all connects at the waist with hardware to secure it to a short skirt.
To offer a bit of coverage, a sheer overlay of mesh covers with a waistline that opens up in slits to expose more straps that cover the upper thighs.
I've decided to pair it with strappy black heels.
I call in my attendants to assist me with hair and make up.
Everything must be perfect tonight. My hair is curled into large bouncy waves.
For make up, we’ve decided on a dark cat eye look.
My lips are painted a dark red color. As I check over myself in the mirror, I'm in awe.
I look like a dark goddess, Hel coming to mind, and I almost squeal in excitement.
Heading out of my room, I search around to see if the guys have gotten here yet.
James will be DJing of course, Lucas as my bouncer, and Ryon will watch over the bar to ensure all of the entertainment goes as intended.
I'm there to enjoy the fruits of my labor and oversee larger matters such as my girls. As I walk into the bar connected to the lounge, I find them sprawled out on various chairs and couches. They all freeze, jaws open, wide eyes when I catch their attention. James immediately looks everywhere else but me. Lucas stares and then clears his throat before following James’s actions.
Ryon just unapologetically gasps at me. That guy has no dignity.
“Ev, if you weren’t my bestest best friend I’d totally fall in love with you right now. Good god. Did you have to wear something like that?” Ryon says adding extra emphasis on “that”.
“Ditto.” James offers, still frozen with his eyes glued to the ceiling.
“Same.” Lucas agrees while lifting a lazy finger in the air.
I laugh and beckon them to follow me outside.
The party starts in two hours and we need to ensure everything is ready.
We make our way to the SUV waiting to drive us to Chaos.
The guys still refuse to look at me during the drive which starts to piss me off about ten minutes in.
I can’t help but speak up at their ridiculous behavior.
“Alright, someone better start talking. What the fuck is wrong with you all?” I demand, leaving no room for discussion.
They all look between each other, seeming to silently decide who has to speak up first. We have known each other since infancy, they have never been this quiet. I clear my throat in a dramatic way to signal my patience growing thinner. Ryon groans and throws his hands up like a child having a fit.
“It’s you, Ev. It’s your outfit.” He speaks up in a forced tone.
“What’s wrong with it? Does it really look so bad that you guys won't even talk to me, let alone look at me?” I question them. Hurt is apparent in my voice.
Lucas launches forward and takes my hands in his while making eye contact. “Nothing is wrong with it. That’s the problem. It looks so good on you that it's making us look at you differently.” He tells me in a sympathetic tone.
I look him over trying to process the meaning of his words. When it hits me, like a train, I stare at him and then the others in disbelief.
“So you guys are ignoring my existence because my outfit makes your dicks hard?” I deadpan.
A mix of “yup”, “basically”, and “unfortunately” come from the group.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christmas. You guys are ridiculous.
Fuck it. I guess it’s better late than never to do this.
I thought we had more time but apparently not.
” They all look at me in panic as I inch closer to Ryon to my right.
Mere inches from his face, I grab his head and smash my lips to his.
I pull away and smile sweetly while gently patting his cheek.
I move onto Lucas next, he looks like he’s about to shit bricks.
I place my hand behind his neck and pull him in.
Another quick kiss and I ruffle his hair before passing onto James.
He looks at me passively. To really add to the effect, I straddle him with my hands resting on his shoulders.
His hands awkwardly land on my bare thighs.
He gulps before nodding. I lean in and give him the full experience.
A wet, hot kiss. I pull away and eye him over.
Returning to my seat, I look over each of them before asking, “So does anyone still want to fuck me? This is your chance.”
They all stare in horror while shaking their heads to signal a unanimous no.
“That’s what I thought. Now get over yourselves and give me back my friends!” I almost yell. We all slowly start smiling which ends up in a group hug of laughter.
Ten minutes later we pull up to the back entrance of Chaos.
Entering, we find employees hard at work setting up for the night.
James takes off towards the DJ booth to ready his set, Lucas goes to the doors to discuss matters with the other bouncers, and Ryon gives me a soft kiss on the cheek before parting ways to make sure the bar is stocked and prepped.
I couldn’t do this without them. Truly. I head toward the dressing room to see my girls.
As I enter, I find them all in their booths putting the finishing touches on their looks.
Tonight is going to be great. We do a run through of routines and what’s to be expected for the evening.
I check in with each of the guys to make sure they are ready.
Before I know it, the doors are opening and the club fills with patrons.