Chapter 43 Kiera
KIERA
Pulling down my skirt, I bit my lip.
What do I even wear to this thing?
Leo had agreed to let me come to The Hollow, whatever the fuck that was. But she had been entirely too vague about the dress code.
Adjusting the fishnets around my legs, I tilted my head at myself in the mirror. Between the sinister name and my saviors’ general vibe, I figured wherever we were headed would be grungy with a hint of luxury.
All that considered, a lacy, black top with a simple red bra underneath felt like a safe bet. Punky enough to blend in with these hardcore bikers without looking like I was trying too hard. God, I hope it doesn’t look like I’m trying too hard.
Standing up in front of the mirror, I gave a light bounce, admiring the way my tits bounced in the push-up. Yep, Spencer’s definitely going to like that.
Before doubt could creep back in, I crossed the room and touched up my mascara.
I couldn’t say Gabriel was a fan of my style. He always hated when I’d go out like this, even if it was just to a bar. But he hated nothing more than what I would wear to his corporate events.
He always complained that they were too dark, too sexy, too provocative for something “serious.”
Fucking prick.
Just as the irritation was starting to heat my cheeks, a deep voice came from the doorway. “Holy hell.”
A smile painted my lips as I met Spencer’s gaze in the mirror. And then Leo’s.
“Goddamn.” Leo grumbled.
“You sure it’s okay?” I wasn’t sure who I was asking. Both of them I guess.
Nodding in sync, they clambered into my room, nearly bowling each other over as they pushed past the doorway.
“It’s perfect, Bunny.” Spencer smirked as her eyes traveled down my body. Walking past me, she let the tips of her fingers run along my thighs, the fishnets tugging under her hands.
My throat tightened as I looked into her dark eyes, a glint of excitement in them. “You don’t look so bad yourself, roomie.”
And she didn’t. Her tight jacket hugged her lean muscles in all the right places. The baggy t-shirt underneath might try to hide her abs, but the ripped, grey jeans on the bottom gave a window to just how muscular her legs were.
As Spencer was about to make another flirty comment, Leo pulled off her leather jacket, revealing a black wife pleaser tucked into her moto pants.
Her arms were bulging, like she’d just come from the gym.
The black of her tanktop framed her shoulders and traps perfectly, like it was sculpted straight onto her.
Even her cargo motorcycle pants made her legs look toned.
While I was busy admiring the outfit — and trying desperately not to picture the body underneath it — she draped her brown jacket over my shoulders. “It’s November. Can’t have you getting cold.”
“Thanks.” I tucked a loose curl behind my ear and gave myself one last look over. The worn leather was the perfect final touch, grounding the airiness of all the lace and fishnets with something boxy.
My two angels stood behind me as I looked in the mirror, one at each shoulder. They were so tall that their faces were barely visible to me. But damn were they built.
“We look kind of good together, don’t we?” Spencer winked, wrapping her arm around my waist.
Following Spence’s lead, Leo draped her hand over my shoulder.
Sandwiched between them, their body heat almost made the jacket redundant. Spencer’s fresh musk mixed with Leo’s smokey, rich cologne in a way that made it hard to tell where one of them started and the other ended. But I kind of liked how overwhelming they felt.
I hadn’t felt this protected in years. So long as I kept myself next to them, nothing could hurt me. Not Gabriel, not my past, not whoever was lurking in the shadows of this mansion.
“Still straight,” I reminded the two handsome bikers with a playful flutter of my mascaraed eyelashes.
“Let’s roll.” Leo grumbled, the vibration in her chest rippling through my body.
Even as I turned toward the door, slipping on a pair of chunky black thigh high boots, I could feel their hungry eyes on me. If the draft in the hallway wasn’t enough to tell me this skirt was short, the feeling of their eyes on my ass would have been a dead giveaway.
I wobbled trying to pull up the zipper, and a sturdy, veined hand appeared at my side, palm up.
Lacing my fingers with Leo’s, I made quicker work of the second boot, confident she wouldn’t let me fall.
As I stood and straightened my skirt, I was certain I heard Spencer suck her teeth with disappointment.
Perv.
But before I could say a word about it, Spencer hooked one arm around my back and the other behind my knees. Sweeping me off my feet, Spencer brought me into a bridal carry. “You’re going to make us late, Bunny.”
A squeal rose from my chest as I let her take me away.
It was like I weighed nothing in her arms, walking down the hallway as if she was carrying a feather.
Gabe had always made me feel like I was too heavy. In fact, he’d said it: that if I’d been this weight when he met, he wouldn’t have gone for me.
I always felt like he could go fuck himself for that, and for the most part, I tried to not let it get to me.
But there was a difference between knowing that was true and having someone show it to me.
And Spencer was certainly showing me. She didn’t even wince carrying me down the stairs to the foyer with Leo right behind us
When we reached the base of the stairs, Spencer twirled us around fast enough to make my head spin and my stomach flutter. Wrapping my arms tighter around her neck, I could feel the laugh bubbling up in my chest.
But it promptly died when I looked up the staircase and saw Dom towering over us.
She didn’t look my way, pretending not to see me as she made her way down. It would have been more successful if it weren’t for the cruel downward curve of her lip. Clearly, she was still raging that Leo had let me come to the shop. And that I was headed to whatever the fuck The Hollow was.
Clearing a path, Spencer stepped off to the side, pulling me along with her.
Dom’s heavy steps thundered down the stairs and straight for the front door. She didn’t bother saying hi to her homies, just brushed right past us and reached for the door knob.
“Are you coming tonight?” Leo hollered after her.
Dom shook her head as she barked over her shoulder. “No. Have a meeting.”
But before she could open the door, Dom’s piercing blue eyes caught on mine. There was a glimmer there, something almost… sad. Like regret for something that hadn’t happened yet.
It was alarming to say the least. I had an urge to reach out to her, to say something. But what was there to discuss?
My eyebrows furrowed as she disappeared out the door, the spell between us breaking as she tore her glance from me.
“What’s got her in such a mood?” Spencer tilted her head.
“Probably this.” Leo gestured toward me and Spencer before waving her hands over the three of us. “Probably all of this.”
Spence scoffed. “Well there’s no need to feel jealous. She knows she’s invited.”
Before Leo could raise another point, Spence kicked open the front door and stepped into the breezy night, holding me firmly in her arms. The longer she did this, the more ridiculous it felt.
“You know, I can walk.” I quipped, smiling at her. Our faces were mere inches away; I was sure it was exactly the way Spence wanted it.
Wiggling her brows, she laughed. “Of course you could. But it’ll be a long night, and I want to make sure you can last in those heels. They’re too damn pretty.”
As she stepped onto the gravel driveway, the stones shifting underneath her Chelsea boots, Spencer nodded toward the ground. “See, think about how much of a pain that would be.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her. Until I saw Dom putting on her own bike helmet, climbing onto the pitch-black motorcycle parked out front. Sleek and shining, the bike didn’t even have a logo on it.
At least, not one I could see from here.
A part of me hated watching her drive away, hearing the roar of that engine fading down the driveway as Spencer finally set me on the gravel.
This vendetta is so fucking stupid.
I didn’t want to feel this way about her. From everything Spencer and Leo had told me, Dom was kind of a sweetheart. She took good care of them. How bad could she really be?
But then I heard her rev the engine, the closest thing to a goodbye that I’d get from her.
Rolling my eyes, I remembered who Dom really was around me.
Mean. Cruel. Harsh.
A break would do me good. Her nastiness was a pain in the ass. And it was a real buzzkill from the fun of the night ahead.
I still had no idea where my two angels were taking me, but I knew it would be a good time if they were there. From what I’d gleaned Valemont Violence was full of badass women with powerful bikes, and I wanted to see where they hung out.
And where they’re putting those bags of cash.