“I agree. But now we have a place to start.”
“That rat bastard. I bet the other old farts are in on it too. I knew giving them all this damn power was gonna bite me in the fucking ass,” I sigh, rubbing my face, forgetting I’m still only in a towel. It slips from my body and onto the floor.
Evie sucks in a breath. “Sorry about that,” I laugh, bending over to retrieve it, allowing my breasts to hang forwards. Evie lets out a little groan.
“Like what you see, E?” I tease.
Her eyes snap from my tits to my eyes, her face flushing red, almost the same color as her hair. She's so stinkin’ cute.
“I like women and can't help but appreciate a nice pair of breasts when I see them. Sue me,” she plays off her embarrassment.
Laughing, I head to the closet and grab a robe I keep in there. Tying it closed, I head back out to Evie.
“All I was thinking about were all the innocent people in the companies. I didn’t want thousands of people to suddenly be out of work, just because we chose to go after the owners by bankrupting them. And like fuck, there’s no way I’d been able to run all of those companies myself, so I put a few people in charge. I should have known that the people who I chose to replace the sick fuckers would possibly end up on the same path as the originals. Money is power and power can fuck with a person’s head. Guess these greedy fuckers chose evil as well,” I fling myself dramatically on the couch.
“FUCK!” I turn my head to the side and see an anxious Evie chewing her lower lip. “Well, like you said, we have somewhere to start. So, let's get on that. We have girls to save and monsters to slay.”
Evie and I spend the next hour coming up with a plan. There's a yearly gala that all the ritzy-ditzy rich folks put on to network with others and further their businesses, while supporting a good cause. Or at least that is what they tell the press. The gala is a night for society's elite to condone their illicit behavior: getting drunk, drugs, and cheating. The guys used to attend until they realized what went on. That will all change because I need the guys to rub elbows with these snobs, to do some recon.
When Evie and I are done, we take a seat at the bar and get the kitchen staff to make us some chicken wings. Fuck, I love wings. I don't even feel bad when I make Evie uncomfortable with all of my over-the-top moaning as I eat every yummy bite.
AFTER GETTING DRESSEDfor the day, I make my way back downstairs. “Good you’re here!” I cheer, bouncing my way over to Axel, Neo, and Dean. I’ve been in a good mood since seeing the video and finally being able to have a plan.
“Hey, My Queen,” Neo grins wickedly, telling me he's thinking of all the dirty things we did last night. My skin flushes and my heart flutters.What the fuck is this bullshit? I do not swoon! Someone kill me, please?
“Hello, my Pet,” I grin, playing along as if his smoldering stare isn't doing things to my pussy right now.
Axel grumbles something about sick fucks and blood play.
“What was that?” I ask Axel, faking innocence.
His eyes snap to mine. “Nothing,” he says casually.
I look at Neo and narrow my eyes. He holds his hands up. “I said nothing. He walked in on me afterwards, when I was showering, to bitch about something the duck did and how Daisy is becoming a bad influence on Susie and Bob. So, he saw my chest.”
“Pretty fucked up if you ask me,” Axel mutters. Who does this fucker think he is, kink shaming me?
“Don’t,” I warn. “Don't fucking judge us for our personal sexual preference. We don’t tell you what to like and what should get you off, so don't you fucking dare put your two cents in when it comes to ours. Got it?” I growl.
He grits his teeth. “Sorry,” he forces out.
“Like fuck you are. You’re on thin ice and, if I wasn't in such a good mood, I would give you another scar on the other side to match the first one.”
“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Dean asks, taking the attention off his cousin.
I turn to him with an excited grin spreading across my face, “I'm glad you asked. And you’re just the person I wanted to see too.”
“I am?” he asks with genuine surprise.
“Of course, Silly,” I flutter my eyelashes, trying to butter him up, and hope I don't have to fight him on the date we are having tomorrow night.
“Okay...” he says with caution, not really trusting my sudden niceness. He's smart not to. It's all fake, but it’s worth a shot. “What can I do for you?” he questions.
“You can take me on a date,” I smirk.
His eyes go wide. “What?” he sputters.
Neo growls from behind me, and his sudden possessiveness is both a turn on and annoying. I'm not his, and he doesn't have the right to act like this.