Max nodded before heading out. As I shut down my computer, my work phone buzzed with a new message from the number that called earlier.
Just hopping on the plane, princess. ??
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I leave my office. Whoever these men were, they spelled trouble—though I wasn’t entirely sure it was the bad kind.
I head straight to my ensuite, starting the shower. As steam filled the room, I brushed out my long hair before stepping under the hot spray.
My fingers drifting between my thighs as my mind wandered back to that deep, teasing drawl.
I rubbed slow circles around my clit, imagining the voice growling filthy things in my ear, strong hands pinning me in place.
I wasn’t the kind of girl to get off on a man’s voice, yet here I was, gasping as I plunged two fingers inside myself, hips rocking against my own touch. I let myself sink into the fantasy of my favourite book scene but him as the main man – taking me against the shower wall wish punishing thrusts.
It didn’t take much. A few more strokes, a flick of my thumb against my clit, and I was moaning as pleasure crashed through me.
My god, Selene, you don’t even know this man.
Shaking off the heat still coiling in my belly, I finished washing up and stepped out, wrapping myself in a towel. I moved through the motions of getting ready drying my hair and tying it into a high ponytail before applying a full face of makeup.My smokey eye made my gray eyes sharper, my black lipstick making me look every bit the predator I needed to be.
In my closet, I pulled on black leather pants, a red corset top, and my black leather jacket. My combat boots laced up to the base of my calves, but my real arsenal was in the small armoury tucked behind a coded panel.
Strapping on my double holster, I slid two pistols into place, securing dagger sheaths to my forearms before tucking a backup pistol and a knife into my boots. The job was meant to be quick and clean, but always go in prepared, father used to say.
Sliding my work phone into my jacket’s inner pocket, I tucked my personal phone into my corset and inserted my comm into my ear.
I glanced at my full-length mirror. The Wraith stared back at me. Not Selene. Not sugarplum. The last thing someone saw before they died.
A wicked smile curled my lips.
I find Lily in her office, scrolling through live feeds of the club. As I stepped inside, she let out a wolfish whistle.
“Damn, girl. When you dress like that, I start reconsidering my whole sexuality.”
Laughter bubbled up between us, but Max burst in, eyes darting between us.
“What the hell?” he demanded.
Lily and I exchanged a look before bursting into laughter again.
“Relax, big boy,” Lily teased, batting her lashes at him.
Max grunts in response before turning to me. “You ready, boss?”
Lily and I sobered instantly. I glanced at the screens. The club was packed. A neutral zone—one of the few places considered safe ground.
Yet someone had broken that rule by dragging an Italian heir in there as a hostage.
I exhaled. “Yeah. Let’s get this done.”
Max nods and heads out of Lily’s office.
“Stay safe,” Lily warned. “I’ll let you know when I have eyes on them.”
I give her a quick side hug before heading out.
I catch up with Max at the garage door, as we enter our team standing beside a black SUV.
“Alright, gentlemen,” I addressed them. “We get in, we get him out. The second his ass is in a seat, we leave—no hesitation.”
