She comes in and touches up her own makeup while I do mine. Once my face is on, I head into my bedroom and find the outfit she laid out for me. Nothing too fancy, but sexy enough to catch an eye.
The dress she picked is a red wraparound dress. It shows enough cleavage to tease, but not enough to look trashy. It also accentuates my legs, which is good seeing as I am so short.
I put the dress on then slip into my favorite black pumps.
I look at myself in the mirror and smile. I look like a vixen. Perfect.
“You ready?” Izzy says from the door, but then her eyes widen. “Damn, you look like sex on a stick! If I wasn’t totally into dicks, I would want to fuck you, girl.”
I chuckle. I know she’s overdoing it, but I love her anyway.
“Well, if it doesn’t work out with Lo, I might take you up on that.”
“If it doesn’t work out with Lo, he’s going to be dead.”
“I love you for being so tough.”
“I love you, so he better watch his back.”
“Stop it. Let’s go.” I smack her arm as I grab a clutch out of the closet.
After we are all ready to go, we go out and stand on the front step. Both guards get out.
“Who do you want to take?”
“Who will be less likely to argue?”
I chuckle at her response. “I think they will both argue.”
“Where are we going?” Izzy asks.
“The Brooklyn Lounge,” I say as I start walking toward Dante.
Izzy grabs my arm and stops me short. “What? Are you crazy? That place is dangerous.”
“It might be, but it’s where Lo is, and I’m going to talk to him. Are you coming with me?”
“Fuck. Giovanni took me there once when we were teens. Some guy got stabbed while we were there. I had been scared shitless.”
“Trust me.”
We walk up to Dante, and I smile. “We need a ride. We’re going out.”
“Sure. Where to?”
“The Brooklyn Lounge.”
His eyes narrow, so I continue on.
“Lorenzo is there waiting on me. He said you would bring me, and he would protect us while we’re in there. Giovanni’s there too. Are you going to take us? Or should I call Lo?”
The man shakes his head. “Get in.”
He calls back to Angelo and tells him where we’re going as he gets in the driver’s side. It doesn’t take long to get there. We pull up outside the longue, and Dante parks out front. Right where we did when I came with Matt.
“Call me if you need me to come in, Miss Mia and Miss Isabel. Be safe. Stay near the guys.”
“Will do, Dante.”
