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“Oh, hell no!”She jumps, and I can see she’s walking somewhere.Once her phone is propped up, she grabs something from her fridge—her signature iced mocha coffee—and chugs it back like she’s at a kegger.“Who are you dating?”I hear the bottle get tossed in the recycling bin as it clatters.
“You’re not going to believe me,” I respond as I pull out a midnight-blue dress and a white one.
“Try me.”Her arms cross, and she shakes her head when I show her the blue dress.I put it back.
“Malice Sinclair.”
You could hear a pin drop with how quiet it gets.
“Shut the front door!”I’m sure the whole house heard her shout.“Since when, and is Daddy on board with this?”
I give her a quick run-down of how he wound up at school with me, the bullying, and what happened today, while leaving out the near-sexual assault and what we did at Malice’s place.Afterwards, I’m out of breath, and she’s blinking so rapidly that I worry she’s about to have a seizure.
“CJ?”Her head nods up and down slightly to let me know she’s still with me.
“He kissed you,” she whispers, and I can’t hide my grin as I wiggle into the white dress.It’s like a second skin, and I haven’t worn it outside the store's dressing room yet.“That one is perfect.”Her smile is warm.CJ has been like my mother, my sister, and my best friend through all these years.Her approval is vital to me.
“Not too revealing?”Turning in a leisurely circle, I step back so she can see it all.It’s simple, with spaghetti straps, a mid-thigh hemline with a side slit that goes to my hip, and the front cups my breasts perfectly, giving them a lift.
“Nope.What shoes are you wearing?”Grabbing a pair of blood-red stilettos, I hold them up for her to see.“Wear matching lipstick and do a dark, smoky eye.Where is he taking you?”
“Clandestine.”I glance at her questioningly as I sift through my drawer of clutches before finding one to match my shoes.
“Isn’t that a sex club?”she asks, and I pause.
Malice wouldn’t take me to a sex club, would he?We haven’t even been that intimate yet.“I have no idea.”Now, I’m slightly worried.I don’t want other people watching us, but what if that’s what Malice is into?
Crap.
“Get out of your head, Odette.That boy has been half in love with you all your life.”I give her a funny look.That can’t be right.“Seriously?You don’t even know.”She shakes her head but doesn’t expound on her meaning.
“You going to tell me why you were crying now?”
Blowing out a frustrated breath, she growls, “Nico Moretti.”
“Ooohhhhhhh.”The oldest Moretti brother has been after my sister since she turned eighteen, but the fool doesn’t even realize it.He chases anyone off who looks at her twice.Barks at her whenever they’re in the same room and has the ability to elicit hearts in her eyes or tears.
“Maybe it’s time for you to force his hand.”I know CJ loves him, as well.
“I don’t like the idea of angering him.”She’s hesitant, and I get that.If I were to ever compare Malice to someone, it’d be Nico.The Jersey man was once a fighter on the docks and has killed more men than he’ll ever confirm.I’ve heard the stories from my father and Uncle Jermaine over the years.There have been bets made on how much longer Nico will breathe as a free man, and I’m guessing that’s why he’s not claimed CJ yet.
A knock on my door interrupts my thoughts, and I say goodbye to CJ with a promise to call her tomorrow so we can gossip about Clandestine and maybe get our middle sister on the line with us.
Opening my bedroom door, Malice lets out a part-choke, part-growl sound before scrubbing a hand up and down his face.His heated eyes are the only thing I need to know he likes what he sees.
CHAPTER12
Malice
She’s looking for me to commit murder tonight; I can see it with every sexy sway of her hips.The white dress screams innocence, and the subtle but effective makeup begs for corruption.The way the heels make her ass pop has my mouth watering for a taste, and the slit makes me wonder if she’s going commando.
Fuck.
My dick stands straight up in my pants, drops of cum slithering down my shaft as I imagine her wearing nothing but the heels.
“Odette,” I growl as we approach the bouncer of Clandestine, a man I helped get the job.She gives me a sugary-sweet smile.“Tell me you aren’t bare under that dress.”The words sound feral.The more I think about it, the more rabid I become.
Pausing as I pay the door fee, she presses herself into my chest before whispering in my ear, “You’ll have to find out for yourself.”Which fucking means yes.Goddammit.
