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“Right. That’s why you’re always cackling like a little gremlin about it. Because you don’t want to do it and don’t enjoy it.”
“Fuck off, Knox.”
“Truth hurts, Ash.”
Gage sighs and interjects before they can get into it too much more.
“Knox,” he says, using his stern voice to cut through the argument. “What’s going on?”
The big tattooed man blinks and then gets himself back on track. “Oh, right. So we just got some intel from one of the informants about Julian. Apparently, he’s freaking the fuck out. He knows about his gym, and that thrown on the pile of shit he’s lost, he’s well and truly fucked. Even better, he knows it.”
I frown. I want Julian to be upset, and I want him to watch everything crumble around him, but I don’t want it to ruin the plan.
“Do you think he’ll still show up to the party tonight?” I ask the guys. “With his business collapsing and all?”
“He will,” Gage says. “He doesn’t have a choice at this point. These people are his ticket to the upper level he so fucking desperately wants to reach, so he can’t miss out on it.”
He sounds sure, so I nod and let go of that little worry. It makes sense, especially if everything else Julian has is falling apart. He’ll want to cling to the things he still does have and try to scramble to grab more power. Men like him always do.
The party is tonight, and there’s a lot to do to get ready, so we all get up and get to it. It’s not just getting dressed up to go to this thing, either. We have a lot of plans that need to go with it.
Gage calls their hacker friend, making sure everything is good to go. He talks in his authoritative tone, giving orders and expecting them to be carried out, and he’s in his element.
Knox double checks our weapons and all of that. His area of expertise, and he always looks so gleeful when he gets to play with dangerous things.
Priest handles the technical side of things. Knox got the footage of Julian fucking Natalie, and we have to be sure it gets played at just the right time and in the right way.
Ash and I convene in the kitchen. He makes coffee and we go over the plan for our part of this.
“I’ll give you the signal when it’s time to take Julian’s phone,” I tell him, pulling out the milk and sugar.
“Can you make the signal something good?” he asks. “Maybe like blow me a kiss or something?”
I snort at that, shaking my head. “That’ll definitely distract you from the job at hand.”
“No it won’t. It’ll just motivate me more because I’ll want to get it done right so I can get a real kiss from you later.”
That makes me laugh, and I hold my mug out for him to pour me some coffee. “If we pull this off, I’ll kiss you for real. You don’t have to worry about that.”
Ash grins, pleased. “Perfect. I’ll signal you when I’m done with the phone.”
The day passes quickly with so much to do. As usual, we move like a well-oiled machine, and I’m always so surprised how easily I fit into it. It wasn’t so easy at first, when I was determined to work alone and half of the guys didn’t want anything to do with me, but now it’s obvious that I’m a part of their group, and we work hard to get it all done before we need to start getting ready.
When the guys secured the invite to this party, they told me they’d take care of getting outfits for everyone to wear, and I walk into the living room to find them there with a garment bag draped over the couch.
Priest holds it up when I come in, and Gage and Ash unzip it, revealing a fucking stunning black evening gown.
“That’s beautiful,” I tell them, feeling a little bit breathless.
They all look pleased that I like it, and I step closer to get a better look at it.
It’s made of a shimmery material that looks like it will drape in the right places and cling in others. The bodice is tight, and the top is low cut enough that it will show off just the right amount of cleavage. Enough to be considered classy for a high class party. There’s a slit up one side of it, just high enough to be sexy, but still leaving enough material to hide a weapon on my thigh if I need to.
They thought of everything.
“That’s not all,” Knox says. He comes forward with a shoe box and whips the top off to show me a pair of black heels. High and pointy, just like I like them.
I reach out and touch them, sliding my fingers over the pointed toe, and Knox grins.
