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Rhett raised his brows then. “You know what… That’s actually not a bad idea.”
I snorted at him. “It won’t work, Rhett. None of us can set foot in—”
“I’m not talking about us. I’m talking about Prim.”
My own brows lifted then as I considered his words.It just might work. Prim didn’t have any gang ink and was so good at blending in with her surroundings, nobody would notice or question her unless she gave the Outlaws motive to.
“Father will never agree.”
“Who said Father has to know?”
If I were into dudes like that, I’d have come across this SUV and kissed the fucking daylight out of him.
“Don’t fuck with me, Rhett. Are you serious?”
“I am,” he nodded. “Call her up and see what she says.”
I did just that, grabbing my phone and bringing it to my ear no sooner than I tapped on her name. I prayed she agreed.
Because if she didn’t, war would be knocking on our doorstep tonight.
“Hell no,” Rhett and I heard Isaac roar as we paused outside Samara’s dorm. “You’renotwearing that. Find something else.”
Rhett reached for the doorknob first, both of us sharing a surprised look when it opened with ease. When we walked in, Isaac had Samara by the wrist. They were nose to nose, their chests heaving, but that wasn’t what had my mouth dropping open and my dick growing harder than a boulder.
Samara was wearing a stunning, long-sleeve black dress that hung right at her matching high-heeled feet. The chest of it was encrusted with what looked like diamonds throughout the somewhat lacy material, and there was a large slit slicing all the way up to her mid left thigh, exposing her gorgeous, milky leg.
My cock pressed painfully hard against my jeans as I did another irresistible sweep over her, my teeth trapped between my piercings. Her hair was curled too, and she’d even opted to do her makeup.
My fucking God she was breathtaking.
“I know what I’m doing, Isaac,” Samara said, her eyes furiously padlocked on him. They must not have heard us come in. “Just trust me.”
“You’re practically inviting him to bury his dick inside of you,” Isaac growled. “Change.Now.”
Rhett cleared his throat before I could, which made Samara and Isaac’s dark gazes snap over to us. It was insanely weird how they both wore the same winded expressions when they laid eyes on us.
“Oh,” Samara said first, her lips spreading into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Hey.”
Rhett started towards her first and wrapped her tightly in his arms, kissing her deeply. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” A blush sizzled up her cheeks when he pulled away from her.
“She’s not wearing that shit,” demanded Isaac, whose nose was curled in utter indignation. “This is supposed to be a meeting, not a fucking date with the devil. She should be wearing that forus, not him.”
While I was insanely happy they had somewhat worked their shit out, I did have to agree with Isaac here. Samara was way too fucking dolled up to meet with the man who’d murdered her mother and ruined her life.
“You’re not listening to me!” Samara irritably shouted.
“And I’m not going to,” Isaac snapped right back at her. “Change.I won’t tell you again.”
“I understand where you’re coming from,” Rhett rushed to say before Samara got the bright idea to deck Isaac across his jaw. “However, thisisher plan, and so, she should be able to explain herself. We owe her that much.”
Isaac glared at him like he was ready to start a fight he wasn’t going to win. Instead of replying, he sat down on the couch and crossed his arms, his face puffed out like an angry blowfish. He’d feel better once we told him Prim would be secretly accompanying Samara tonight. For now, we had to let him sulk in his anger.
“I know what I’m doing,” Samara promised.
“Do you?” I asked before Rhett or Isaac could throw in a rebuttal. “This is a little…much.”
