“For now, yeah. But I’ll have someone there ready to deploy should you SOS us. You’ll also have whatever you need at your disposal—like money, clothes, and shit. Anything to turn you from Dulce, the badass bitch in front of me, to Everly Sinclair, the overly sexy, slightly jaded, rich-as-sin heiress to her daddy’s shipping empire.”
“Shipping? Jesus, do I need to research that? You had to pick something I know nothing about.” I tut.
“I picked something that would be boring. Fewer questions that way. People won’t expect you to show an interest in anything other than clothes, cars, and dick, so don’t worry about it.”
I dip my head and blow out a breath.
“Sometimes being the youngest sucks.”
She laughs. “Yeah, if Cookie had stuck around, maybe she could have shared the dick load, but she opted for being an old lady to an MC, so suck it up. Besides, even if she were here, it would still have to be you. Your cover is already established. Nobody will suspect you.”
“Fuck. Fine. But you owe me, Sugar. I mean it. I want a holiday after this. All sandy beaches and naked cabana boys.”
“Done. Now go get your shit in order. You’ll be leaving the day after tomorrow.”
I sigh. Pretty car aside, I’ve barely been home a few weeks.