Page 19 of Their Tracked Obsession

Romeo flung his hair back, and I’d let him have his turn to take charge. I had mad respect for someone who came out of the closet. Took real guts. But our girl took priority.

All right. The pretty boy wanted to play in the big leagues. He wanted to play hardball. Game on.

I didn’t move.

“Don’t make me mess up that makeup.” I pointed at his face and puffed out my chest. “Do as we ask and we won’t touch a hair on your pretty head.”

I stated this in the nicest way possible, given the threatening situation.

“You’re not bad yourself, handsome, but I’m not the one hiding in the closest…” Romeo stared down at the high-heeled boots I had on and back up into my eyes. “Literally.”

Zing. Damn! He dissed me.

I couldn’t help but come to my defense with my hands up. “Hey, hey, hey. I’m not—”

Saint stepped between us.

“What I think my friend here is trying to say is our fiancée is in there, and we need some help.” Saint pointed at the fitting room next to ours, and he gave the pretty boy a pleading stare which eventually turned into a sigh when he didn’t respond. “Please?”

“Your fiancée? Are you sure you aren’t bisexual? Your friend’s a little rough around the edges, which I like. But you…” Romeo blushed brighter than the blush he had on. “You’re softer. You know how to treat a lady.”

“Hear that, Sin? I got the touch.” Saint glanced over his shoulder with a smile. “I’m a smooth operator.”

I pushed past Saint. “Yeah. Yeah.”

I found the flirtatious banter and kissing each other’s asses irritating as fuck. I was ready to get this shit show over with. We weren’t here to clown around.

I reached for the pretty boy’s throat.

“Ah, ah…” he tsked, wagging an index finger at me. “I enjoy playing rough, but this outfit is expensive.”

I dropped my hand and heaved an aggravated sigh. “Are you going to help us or not?”

“Fine. Move aside, ladies.” He beamed the brightest fucking customer service smile. “Non-traditional dresses are coming right up.”

Romeo breezed past us like bright sunshine on a stormy day. He followed instructions and supported Liv throughout the entire ordeal. He brought her an array of non-traditional colors, and she ended up saying yes to a dress. Her squeal of excitement was one-hundred percent infectious.

Gloria was upset with the decision, as we heard her sighing her disapproval under her breath, but Liv couldn’t hear. Only us. We stayed hidden, out of sight and out of mind, and completed our job.

Without a damn sound, we slipped out the back door of the bridal boutique. We made sure not to get a glimpse of our happy bride-to-be because we didn’t want to spoil the wedding ceremony. We had enough to deal with, so we didn’t need any bad luck on the big day.

Ten

Her Destiny

Sin

Ijabbed a left hook. Dodged to perfection. Good.

A heavy breath heaved out of me, but I didn’t waste any time. I sent an uppercut next. Missed.

Shit. I lost my balance. I collided against a tree trunk and wrapped my arms around it like a goddamn tree hugger.

Excellent. Blown my shot again.

The bark of the tree scraped my cheek. I dabbed my fingertips at the damage, and red smeared the skin. But winning triumphantly wasn’t the main objective.

No pain. No gain, baby.