Ignoring them all, she looked at the kit and took out a pair of scissors. She removed her hoodie and threw it at Lance. “Put that on... It’s so large it should fit you, and at least you will appear like you are carrying.”
Starting with her jeans, she cut them as high as she could to make booty shorts. When she noticed her underwear peeking out, she cut them off and discarded them in the trash can.
“What the hell are you doing?” Lazarus spoke, but all three men were looking at her as if she had gone mad.
She rolled her pants legs into two tight cylinders and handed them to Lance and Lazarus. “Put that in the small of your back. The bulge should be self-explanatory.”
And then she started hacking at her t-shirt, cutting at her cleavage, and shortening its length until she made sure her tattoo was clearly visible.
Handing the scissors to Lance, she turned her back on him. “Cut it higher in the back, right side.”
Lance frowned but took the scissors, doing as she asked. A few more snips and it was done. Bracing herself, she went to the sink and put her hair under the water for a few seconds, giving it a good rub and throwing her head back. The woman looking back at her wasn’t Deva Landry anymore. It was Victoria Johnson. But ten years had passed, and her curves had filled up a bit. Her training had kept her in shape, but only fully blossomed womanhood would give her full breasts and the enticing swell of her hips. The look was blatantly sexual, but it was what she was looking for. It was the look that would give her the necessary edge and power to walk out.
The three men looking at her didn’t move. Lance shook his head as Lazarus and Aleksei stayed silent. The heat in the fighter’s gaze was undeniable. “And that is supposed to help us how again?”
“Oz and Lance flank me. Act as my bodyguards, and I’ll act as your shield.”
Lazarus shook his head but went for the door nonetheless. “The most naked shield I’ve ever seen. My car is close by, and it’s in a different direction to the motorcycles.”
Taking a deep breath, Deva pushed back her shoulders and tried to remember all that she had learned so long ago. As she was about to step out, Aleksei yanked her back. Opening her mouth to protest, he silenced her promptly with a kiss. Her brain yelled not to touch him, but her body betrayed her once more, and she fisted his hair with both her hands.
When he reared back, it was his turn to fist her hair, his face but an inch away from hers. “Whatever your plan is, I’m not walking away. Deal with it.”
Deva nodded and stepped back, and walked out first into the bowels of hell.
