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I lift the smooth metal of the 9mmStaccato CS out of the box. The body is matte black, but the handle is a bright red with a celtic shield knot engraved into it. A note sits to the side, and I have to blink back the moisture from my eyes. I will not cry while holding a weapon this fucking beautiful.
“For the little fox who embodies the bravery and power of the shield.”
Chapter 28
I finish curling the last strand of hair when Alexi steps into the room. He’s in a suit as black as night and a red tie. There’s a glimmer in his eye that makes me think he’s up to something. Or he could just be taking in the appearance of my perfectly done hair and makeup as I stand in front of the mirror in nothing but a bra, satin red thong, and bright red heels.
“I was just coming to see if you were ready for dinner. We wanted to walk you down,” Alexi says as he approaches me from behind.
His finger skims along my spine before trailing around my stomach where he flexes his hand and pulls me into him.
“But I think,” he whispers into my ear, “you look ready to be fucked instead.”
I lean my head back and melt into his arms.
“Is that so, Daddy?” He doesn’t miss the taunting in my voice.
He gives the exact reaction I was hoping for. Alexi’s hand shoots into my hair and pulls until I’m bent in half, then kisses me like a man starved. It’s a good thing Laney gave me her lip stain or else this man's face would be holly berry red right now. Although, he doesn’t seem to care.
I moan into his mouth, followed by a squeak as he smacks my ass.
“Don’t taunt me, Princess.” His warning is hardly serious if the smile on his face is anything to go by, but I’m not keeping anyone waiting. I was told there would be steak at this event.
He lets go of my hair, and I grab the dress hanging on the mirror beside me. It’s a bright red satin and the back is open. A few months ago, there’s no way I would have chosen this. But as I was looking through the closet Alexi had fully stocked for me, I knew this one was perfect for the occasion. Based on the tie he’s wearing that is a perfect match to the color and fabric of my dress, I think he might have been thinking the same thing.
No one is really happy about the fact that Lev and Damien’s fathers are supposed to be joining us for Christmas dinner, but Boris said it was something he really wanted.
As much as I’m coming around to Alexi’s father, he’s completely oblivious to all the shit these boys have been through because of those men. I don’t know yet if he just doesn’t want to believe it, or if something else is going on. As soon as we take down my uncle, I plan to have a heated conversation with the man about the two hands of the Bratva.
For now, though, I picked this dress for Damien. About an hour ago, he mentally shut down, and I don’t want to sit through dinner with him like that. I pull the dress over my head and it all falls into place perfectly. My back is so open that you can see the tip of my thong if I move just right, and I plan to move just right for my sunshine.
Lev’s been keeping him company while I get ready, and now I can’t wait to see their reactions. I do a quick check in the mirror and turn to leave, but Alexi is blocking the door. His hand grips the top of the frame, and there’s a pained expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Princess,” he says in a strained voice. “I don’t know how to tell you this.”
My face falls as I approach him and unease pulls at my stomach.
What the actual fuck could be happening right now? Haven’t we suffered enough?
“This suit… was not tailored correctly for me to be looking at you in that dress.” He gets out as he bends over slightly.
I look at him in confusion before I burst out laughing. That asshole scared the shit out of me. I punch him in the shoulder as I move him aside, walking out to find my other men waiting for me in my room. Damien's jaw goes slack while a hint of joy brightens his eyes. Lev just looks frozen.
“What do you think?” I give them all a spin and make sure to move my ass just right so they get a glimpse of what's underneath. Considering I never wear any lingerie, it’s probably even more of a shock for them.
“Little Shadow,” Damien growls, stalking towards me.
“Oh no you don’t.” I throw my hands up to cover my face.
“No touching until after dinner. Laney spent forty minutes on all of this.” I gesture to my face. “You’re not ruining it before everyone gets to see it.”
My little rant does nothing to sway the man. He walks right up to me, shoves my body back against the wall, and crashes his lips to mine. I swear these men make my head spin in ways I didn’t even know was possible.
I let my hand trail down his side, then his abs and lower. I rub him over his pants as he tries to push into me. But before he can, I cup his balls and give them a tight squeeze. He sucks in a sharp breath and pulls back until our lips are just an inch apart.
“I’m going to get you for that,” he says, but I only smile at him.
