Chapter 8 Black
Black
We shadow her, keeping our distance, blending with the other shirtless staff.
I see security guards moving to intercept the group and I think, this is it.
This is where we’ll need to step in to give her a distraction to get them off her back so she can do what she needs to.
But before any of us can make a move, a woman heads the guards off.
She has a furious expression on her face as she glares at Victor and Blue’s backs as they disappear down a hall but she turns to the guards and spits something at them. I’m close enough to catch a bit of it.
“…going to hold his dick while he fucks our party planner? Go outside and make sure his guests don’t destroy our landscaping as they drive away drunk.”
My eyebrows pop up hearing that. Fuck, that must be the wife and she’s cold as hell.
I watch her turn and glare at the empty hall where her husband, Blue and all the women have disappeared down and feel a touch of sympathy for her.
But then she tosses her hair back, straightens her shoulders and pastes a practiced smile on her face and goes to see the last of the guests out.
That spark of sympathy dies. She’s clearly choosing this life for the money so she’s just as bad as her husband. Fuck her, fuck them both.
As soon as she’s gone, I slide down the hall just as a door closes.
I move up to it and lean close and wait, listening to the giggles and moans leaking through.
My guess is Blue’s staging her con. She’s probably drugging Hensley, probably cleaning out his safe while he’s distracted by the women.
I can picture her, cool and calculated, those blue-green eyes sharp as she works.
My cock twitches at the thought of her in control, but I want her under my control again.
I want her begging, sassing, coming apart for us. Soon.
Green nudges me, his voice low. “The staff’s starting to do the tear-down of the party. She’s gonna bolt once she’s got the loot. We need to be ready.”
I nod, my eyes on the door. “She’s not slipping away this time. We get the money, we get her.” And I mean it. Blue’s ours, whether she’s ready to admit it or not. This gala’s just the start. By the end of the night, she’ll know exactly who she’s dealing with.