Chapter 32
Idaho
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Butcher grumbled as he tugged at the collar of his dress shirt. "This is a problem for me."
"Speak for yourself," Toxic said, turning from side to side as he slid his hands down over his suit coat. "I look fucking amazing. You think this'll get me pussy?" he asked me.
Chuckling, I nodded. "It'll get you a different kind of pussy," I told him.
"Hmmm, sophisticated pussy. Repressed, underfucked, needing a little bit of downtown rough. Yeah, this'll be a good night."
"Be careful," Static advised, "dressing this way draws in the ladies easily, but they tend to be clingy. Especially since they'll think you have money."
"Who says I don't?" Toxic asked, with raised brows.
Hellfire looked over at him in shock. "Do you? And is it yours?"
Toxic just grinned at him and shrugged. "If it's in my possession it's mine."
"Are you ready?" Lock asked, sticking his head into the room. "I've got the Berserker's Rage guys all set up downstairs and around the property."
"Thanks again for calling them for me, Lock."
"No problem. Their president, Cypher, was happy to loan us Cynic and the rest of his guys.
Said it's been boring up there in Wyoming the last few months and the guys were getting antsy.
I just don't know how you knew to have me call them before you even knew this shit was going down. " Lock walked into the room to join us.
We were upstairs on the third floor, getting ready in one of the staterooms while the party started downstairs.
Most of our brothers were going to be posing as either security or waiters tonight, in order to keep an eye on things, and look for Eva.
We all knew our duties for the event, but a couple of the guys weren't too thrilled about the suits.
The potential for this shit to go sideways was high, so we were all taking this seriously.
That was also the reason we left the women at home.
We couldn't risk them getting hurt. Priest, Rip, Mel, Bear, and Dash were there protecting them and the kids tonight.
"Just a hunch" I told him with a shrug. "Just glad it worked out."
"You fuckin' Sharpe guys and your hunches," Hush muttered. "Should be playin' poker in Vegas."
"Not allowed to anymore," Lock said with a straight face.
"What's your plan if she doesn't show up?" Smoke asked, combing a hand through his hair as he stared into the mirror.
"She's already here," I told him. "Thomas has been keeping me updated on her whereabouts."
"Glad the gorilla is on our side this time," Ricochet commented.
"You're telling me," Toxic said. "Took enough of us to take him down the first time. We don't need him coming after us again."
"Aright," Lock told everyone. "You have your assignments. Don't start any shit," he said, looking directly at Butcher.
"Why you looking my way?" he muttered. "You need to be telling that to the ladies’ man here. He's going to hit on some married woman and piss her husband off." He folded his arms over his chest.
"Good point," Lock told him, then glared at Toxic. "No pussy tonight."
"What?" Toxic barked. "That's just-" When everyone glared his way, he heaved a sigh. "Fine. But that's a complete waste of this fucking suit."
"Hell, you're with Heckle and Schmeckle," Lock ordered. "Keep them in line." Hell's mouth dropped open and he looked like he was about to argue, but Lock just kept going. "Ricochet."
"Yeah, Prez."
"You and Hush are with Smoke. Same thing. Keep him under control."
"I don't think that's necessary," Smoke told him, then shrugged when Lock's expression hardened. "Fine. Fuck."
"Don't do anything stupid," Lock said. "And keep your eyes open for Krier."
My PI had dug up everything on the man that he could find, including a photo, which we'd already shown to the Berserker's Rage crew as well as our own.
"What's his job?" Smoke asked, pointing at me.
"Find Eva, get her out of here, without getting caught," Lock said. "The rest of us are going to ride this party out until it's done, then we'll head home."
"Sounds good, Boss," Toxic said. He looked over at me. "Make sure you succeed. She shouldn't be with these fucking people. She belongs with us."
"That's the damn plan. I appreciate all of you helping me with this." Just like with Eva, these men, and their women, had burrowed their way past my defenses. A few weeks together and it already felt as though we were family. I was one of them.
"Anytime, Idaho," Static said with a grin. "Now let's go kick some ass."
We all headed downstairs and split up to take our positions. I took the stairs two at a time, heading down to the second floor where Eva was supposedly going to be. I found Thomas standing outside the women's bathroom, guarding it.
"She's inside," he told me. He looked around, then nodded. "I'll head back downstairs now."
"Thanks, Thomas," I told him. "For everything."
"Just keep her safe," he replied. "And make her happy."
I grinned as he walked away, wondering if Eva knew how much respect and love she inspired in others. She had so many of my brothers, and Thomas, wrapped around her damn finger, it was a wonder she wasn't the one in control of the Desmet family. That just spoke to her father's stubbornness.
Shoving open the door of the bathroom, my steps faltered as I took in the scene before me.
Eva's ass was waving at me as she tried to wriggle out the window.
It was high up, which had forced her to use an upturned trash can to reach it.
Her feet were bare, her shoes abandoned on the floor next to the trash can.
And that dress was so tight, I could see the entire curve of her delectable ass.
I walked forward slowly, then reached out and smacked it.
She let out a squeal and fell from the window.
She would have landed on her back on the top of the trash can if I hadn't caught her.
I kicked the can out of the way, holding her close to my chest. The metal container tipped over and fell onto the floor with a thud. "Going somewhere, Duchess?"
The shocked look on her face was worth every minute spent planning her father's demise. "Idaho."
"Miss me?"
Her eyes filled with tears and I felt like an asshole for teasing her. "I'm so sorry," she cried. "I didn't want to leave you." She threw her arms around my neck, burying her face in my shoulder. "I missed you so much."
My arms tightened around her as I held her close. "I missed you too, Duchess. But we don't have time for this right now."
She pulled back and wiped at the tears on her cheeks. "What are you doing here?" she asked, finally realizing where we were and why it was dangerous. If her father caught us all hell was going to break loose.
"That's a long story," I told her. "We should get out of here.
" I let her down gently when she wiggled in my arms. Going to the door, I poked my head out.
The hallway was clear for now, but it wouldn't stay that way.
For reasons no man knew, women seemed to congregate in restrooms. It wouldn't be long before they were trying to come inside.
"Not yet."
I looked over my shoulder at her. "What?"
She folded her arms under her tits, pushing them up until they were about ready to pop out of her dress. My eyes fell there and lingered while she spoke. "I need you to tell me the truth."
"Okay," I hedged, meeting her gaze once more.
"Did you only help me to gain favor with my father?"
I couldn't help it. The scornful laugh rolled out of me before I stopped it.
"Duchess. I didn't even know who the fuck your father was until you told me your name.
" I held up one finger, then another as I made a second point.
"I have zero need of any favors from your father.
" I ticked off another point on a third finger.
"And I just spent the last two weeks beginning a plan that will systematically destroy your father, and his nation, in a matter of a year.
He's not going to give me shit. Especially when I take his daughter away from him by force and marry her, then ban his ass from ever stepping foot near her again.
" I stepped in close until the points of her nipples were brushing my chest.
She sucked in a breath at my admissions, studying me, searching for the truth. "You..."
"Lost for words. There's a first. I'm going to enjoy this."
Her eyes narrowed. "You're an asshole."
"I am," I agreed with a nod. "But I'm your asshole." My lips twitched as she tried not to smile. "And you're mine. No one is going to take you from me ever again."
"It's not that easy," she told me, but there was a hopeful light in her eyes.
"I know it's not. But I'm willing to fight for you. And I'll win."
"And what are you going to do with me? Once you have me?" she asked, sounding breathless.
"I'm going to eventually marry you," I repeated.
Her eyes shot wide and those pretty lips parted in shock.
"But first, I'm going to show you just how much I want you.
How badly I need you by my side." I leaned down and kissed her, groaning when she opened up for me and allowed me to deepen the kiss.
My tongue swept inside her mouth, tasting her, reminding myself of what I'd been missing these last two weeks.
What I wanted to spend the rest of my life enjoying.
"We should go," she said, panting. Her hands were fisted in my shirt and she was leaning against me as though she didn't have the energy to hold herself up. I knew the feeling.
"Yeah," I agreed, but neither of us moved.
"I love you," she blurted out, then slapped a hand over her mouth as she started to back away from me.
My lips curved into a grin as I reached up and pulled her hand away from her lips, pulling her back toward me. "I love you, too, Duchess. I'm not going to officially ask you to marry me in a fucking bathroom, with no ring, so you're just going to have to wait for that."
"Okay," she whispered.
"But I am going to ask you one question."
"What?" She looked nervous now, like she was waiting for me to say something that would ruin everything.
"Will you run away with me?"
Her face broke out into a smile. "Yes. Yes!" She threw herself at me and I caught her, kissing the hell out of her. "But, only if you promise not to ruin my country."
"Only if I have to." As much as I knew we needed to leave, I needed this more.
I used my fingers to pull the tiny strap off first one shoulder, then the other.
I wanted to fuck her in this green dress, but she was going to need to wear it out of here and I didn't want her to be embarrassed by whatever state it would be in after I finished with her.
It was the same reason I wasn't ripping it off her like it was made of tissue paper.
I slid my hands down over her hips and tugged at the material until it was bunched around her waist. Her panties were lace and so thin they were see through. My fingers found their way under them and into the folds of her pussy. "Are you going to let me fuck you here?" I asked, nipping at her ear.
She moaned, and I stepped back far enough that her dress dropped from where it had been caught on her tits. I grabbed it at her waist and held onto her arm to steady her. "Step out of it."
She complied and I hung it over one of the stall doors. This wasn't exactly the best place for this, but there was no way I was waiting. She was standing in front of me in only her lacy panties and it killed any self-control I might have had.