Page 15 of Gangsters and Guns


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After making sure my breasts are tucked safely into their cups, I unzip the dress and slip it on. Bright sunlight filters in through the bathroom window when I walk back in, allowing me to see with ease. I zip myself in and stare into the cracked mirror, not recognizing the woman looking back at me.

She’s gorgeous and confident, sultry yet not sleazy. She’s everything I wish I could be. Today I can’t be Rory. I have to pretend I’m someone else, like I’m a little kid again dressed up on Halloween, a princess who is used to getting what she wants. I need to exude money and poise, class and elegance, just like the woman in the mirror, even if it’s all a façade.

Yeah… That’s exactly what I’ll do.

I let my gaze trail down my body, making sure everything is perfect. The dress hugs my figure like a second skin, accentuating my starved, narrow waist and the round hips I can’t ever seem to lose, even when I can’t eat. The bodice pulls my breasts together, displaying ample cleavage, enough to be sexy but not so much that there’s nothing left for the imagination.

Raising my hands, I fluff my hair and pucker my lips. “You can do this, Rory. You have to. This money is going to change your life. You’ve got this.”

Even I don’t believe my own pep talk, but I force my legs to move anyway. I strap on my sexy black shoes, my feet already cringing in anticipation of a new set of blisters, and walk out the door, cursing myself for not saving enough money for an Uber driver.

Having to forgo a coat in this weather is unforgiving, but I can’t allow myself to wear one of the shitty, stained coats hanging in my closet. So I embrace the cold as it seeps into my skin, causing goosebumps to form all over me.

Catcalls and obscene hollers follow me all the way to Washington Street. I knew they would, wearing this outfit on the streets is just asking for attention. I do my best to ignore them, silently thanking the fence that this heist is during the day. Wearing a dress like this at night would not be good for me. The predators are out then, looking for their next victim, and fuck if I’d allow it to be me.

The storefront of the jewelry shop approaches faster than I thought it would. Outside, just as the fence said, is a black limo parked and waiting. The sight of it only exacerbates my nerves, because usually I’m given privacy, not watched while I perform the requested task.

Perhaps they don’t know it’s me and they think I’m just an average rich shopper coming to buy myself something pretty.

Perhaps not.

Trying to act casual though the brisk November air has me shivering, I glance through the display window at the jewelry store. Expensive Rolex watches and multi-carat rings stare back at me. The watches indicate it’s two minutes to noon—almost time.

Continuing my perusal, I don’t acknowledge the fancy Jaguar that pulls up in my peripheral vision. But I’d have to be dead not to notice the man that exits from the back.

He exudes dominance and money. The slate gray suit he’s wearing must be tailored, since it accentuates his broad chest and tapered waist. He’s tall and well built, like aGQmodel. He adjusts the silk tie around his neck, drawing my attention to his handsome face. With a square jaw covered in dark stubble, a stern nose, and bright blue eyes, the man is breathtaking. Sandy blond hair covers his head, a little on the longer side, so when he drags his fingers through it, there’s something to hold onto. I imagine my fingers gripping it with that heartbreaking face between my thighs. My pussy clenches, waking up all of my nerves with a resounding throb as I continue to stare.

When he catches my gaze and my heart skips a beat, I realize I’ve actually been staring and internally beat myself. I quickly avert my eyes and close my gaping mouth.

What a fucking idiot.

This is a job, Rory. Focus!

I don’t have time to ogle some hot piece of ass that’s way out of my league. I have a job to do.

Staring harder at the watches than I probably need to, I can’t ignore how close the man gets as he passes me, how his coat brushes against my ass, how good he fucking smells.

He smells like…like a man. A man who knows what he wants and usually gets it. A man who wakes up every day with more money in the bank than he can wipe his ass with. A real man, so unlike the boys I’m used to dealing with. I wonder what being with a man like him would be like. How would he use my body? Would he be selfish, or would he see to my needs as well? Why can’t I stop thinking about wanting to find out, about stripping that expensive suit away and finding the mortal, sexual man underneath?

Fuck.

Heat pools between my legs at the thought of being underneath such a creature, of wondering what his cock looks like, of allowing him to use me as I use him and watching him unravel at my hands.

Rory!

Okay, okay. I need to compose myself. I can’t complete this task if my mind is clouded with thoughts of sex. I’ve never needed a man before, and I sure as fuck don’t need one now.

He’s probably too high-maintenance anyway.

After taking a deep breath, I straighten my dress, wipe my hands on my hips, then head inside. I almost need sunglasses to see in here from all the sparkly, shiny things.

The store itself is modest but packed with expensive looking items, and already bustling with people. I attempt to act cool, like I belong. A snooty couple tries on engagement rings, the woman scoffing at one because it’s only five carats and basically as large as my fucking eye.

Seriously?

Is this all people with money can do? Just look down upon something so beautiful because it isn’t the largest or most expensive? Another woman’s lips are pulled back in a half grin, half sneer, as she asks a jeweler to pull out a display filled with sparkling bracelets.

I carefully weave my way around her, not wanting her posh filth to touch me in any way, when I spot the man from the Jaguar again. He’s working his charm on a saleswoman, leaning over the counter toward her, her hand clasped in his as he admires a piece of jewelry she’s modeling. She laughs phonily at what was probably some horrible joke, but her cheeks heat when he plants a chaste kiss on the back of her hand.

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