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Holy shit! That filthy mouthed Frenchman is going to turn me into a pulsating liquid puddle of goo in a minute. In my head I imagine him whispering the words in my ear huskily. I’m about to come completely unhinged. I’m barely hanging on to this world and fighting like hell to focus on his location. My fingers manage to snap a few screenshots and I watch his bubble to see if it’s still moving. When nothing happens for several minutes, I know it’s safe to text him back.
Me: You can’t just run that mouth of yours and expect me to melt for you. You’ll have to work on it, soldier. My love is earned, not given.
Christian: I enjoy a challenge, mon amour.
Me: On your mark, get set, go…
That’s enough of that, I think to myself, sliding my phone into my side pocket. I got what I needed and a bonus apology. I bound off down the stairs to tell Selena I know where we need to go.
“Selena,” I call through the foyer. “I know where they are. I know where we need to go.”
She comes strolling out of her father’s office, eyebrow arched in surprise. “Well, that was fast. Tell me everything you’ve found out. I’ve been doing some digging of my own and there’s a chance we might have some visitors. We need to leave as soon as possible.”
“That works out perfectly. The place they are pinging from is about an hour away. If Christian is already there, it means he’s there early. He’s always early,” I reply, showing her the picture on my phone. “I also have an alert set up to let me know if he moves more than one mile from this spot.”
“Nice job, darling. We really do make a good team.” Selena practically purrs.
I smile, she’s right, we make a good team so far and this is fun. I imagine it would be even more fun with Christian, but I don’t have time to escape in a daydream.
Selena interrupts my thoughts. “If we have visitors, chances are they will take us to Le Manchot. I think we should let them take us. Allowing them to think they have the upper hand might help Christian in the long run. If we have the situation under control, we can help take them by surprise.”
“I agree. Christian will never accept our help. We have to force him into a situation where we are in control.” I reply.
“Can we do that? Can we outsmart all of these men and end this once and for all? Girl, if ever pull this off, they will have to respect us. Together, we can change the narrative!” Selena shouts.
“Well then, this calls for a toast, I guess. A toast to changing the narrative, demanding the respect we deserve, stopping Le Manchot, and being some badass bitches,” I shout in agreement. “
“There’s no time for a toast. We can celebrate once we finish everything. Besides, we either need to beat Le Manchot’s men and make it out of here before they arrive, or we wait for them.” Selena has always been the more rational one.
“You’re right. I would prefer to avoid another kidnapping. It’s really not helping my image. Christian already thinks I am weak, and I need to prove to him that he is wrong. I don’t need his protection. We can protect ourselves.” I sigh with a frown.
Selenatossesmeapair of skintight leather pants. “Here, put these on. If we’re going to be a dream team, we need to look hot doing it and these pants are sexy.”
“I know. I borrowed that other pair,” I say, pulling them out from behind my back. “These things are a breeze to move in and the men can’t rip their eyes off you,” I reply cheerfully.
Selena throws her head back and laughs, “Oh darling, well consider them a birthday gift. Now you have two pairs.”
“Thanks,” I reply, skipping off to change. When I emerge from my room dressed, I feel sexy as hell. My hair is pulled up in a Viking braid and flows into a full ponytail. I’ve got my favorite leather jacket over an old band t-shirt, and these fabulous leather pants.
Selena lets out a whistle. “Well, didn’t that work out nicely? We look like a badass dream team.”
“Damn right we do. Now let’s show those boys why they shouldn’t fuck with us!” I shout.
Selena nods, and I follow her down to the basement. The armory is every gangster’s favorite room in the house. Once we descend and reach the bottom of the stairs, she walks up to a bookshelf. Selena pulls a book. The wall slides open to reveal a vault. I’m very familiar with vaults like these. We have several. Selena completes the process of opening the door and then we both step inside. Behind us, the door seals closed. It’s an interesting safety protocol programmed into the vault’s settings. We turn left and arrive in the armory. Weapons line the walls. The drawers are filled with more weapons and ammunition. It’s a gangster’s wonderland.
“Pick your poison baby,” Selena says, gesturing towards the weapons as I stare in awe, trying to decide which one to pick. There are so many to choose from.
You can feel the tension building in the air between us, rather than risk our perfect plan crumbling to pieces I set to work shopping. I grab a holster and slide my jacket off, then replace it.
“Nice choice,” Selena croons. “They don’t have a chance in hell at patting either of us down.” She grabs a similar holster, then slips her jacket off for a moment. I slide a gun into each holster and continue my shopping. I won’t just need bullets. If it comes down to hand to hand combat, I am going to want some sharp, pointy options. As I pass over to the knives, I pause and slip an explosive into my bra. There it will be nestled away for safekeeping. Selena grins and grabs one for each cup.
“This takes add a cup size or more push-up bra to another level,” I laugh, cracking a joke to ease some of the tension.
“They are surprisingly heavy too,” she erupts with laughter, “lf we get into trouble, at least we will have these bad boys.” Selena grabs her breasts squeezing them just a little. “Hey you should grab one for each side. Trust me, you will thank me later.”
I grab another. It never hurts to be over prepared. We finish loading up on ammunition and weapons, working quickly in order to avoid the potential kidnapping Selena was warned about. Christian must see that he taught me how to be ruthless and I can take care of myself if I need to. Getting myself kidnapped, even if I am allowing it to happen, will not convince him I am as independent as I claim to be.
“Don’t worry, Quinn, we are going to show all these men what we are capable of. They will either respect us or we will continue murdering and creating mayhem until they do. Christian is going to drop to his knees for you and beg for your forgiveness,” Selena says, trying to reassure me.
