CHAPTER 47
SLADE
This motherfucker.
After a grueling day at the hands of Grace, Lacey, Diana and Frank Moretti, Frankie’s plastic surgeon father, I was finally facing the reason for my extreme transformation. After flashing off the lights in the venue and replacing Lucky in the circle of Gods, I’d covered my wide shoulders in a big, black towel and slunk down to appear smaller and shorter in hopes of fooling him.
It worked.
And now, here he was, walking into our trap like the idiot that he was.
Even though it was pitch black in the bedroom and he could barely see me lying on the bed, Nicholai looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d laid eyes on, like he was going to eat me up like a goddamned cheeseburger with extra ketchup.
So this is what chicks feel like, I thought.
Pressing my fake tits out, all the tools the women had taught me came rushing back. The knee-length, black leather, high-heel boots had taken the most getting used to, and now that I’d been practicing walking in them all damned day, my dogs were screaming.
How the fuck do they do this all day? I wondered. The slinky black lace lingerie I wore covered all the right parts and I'd taped my dick between my legs out of view. I tried my damnedest not to scream out in pain as Nicholai walked closer to the bed.
“You look amazing,” Nicholai whispered, his eyes wide as a virgin on her wedding night. “Better than ever, babe.”
I nodded, not completely trusting my voice, although I’d been imitating Lucky’s voice for hours today. Frank had used his exceptional plastic surgeon skills to sculpt a mask that looked exactly like Lucky’s face and then molded it to fit my own ugly mug.
Years ago, Mr. Moretti had altered his own daughter’s face, changing her world forever and ripping her away from the love of her life. By some crazy freak twist of fate, she’d found her childhood sweetheart again when she called the Gods for help. Wreck and Frankie were two of the best people I knew, and after it was all said and done they were back in each other’s arms where they belonged, and Frankie wasn’t just reunited with her love, but her father, too. The fact that she’d been able to forgive him blew my mind.
I mean, if someone took my face, I don’t know if I could forgive them you know? I mean, this mug I’ve been blessed with? It’s a fucking masterpiece.
The fact that this prick can’t see any of my underlying beauty, and is buying this whole act, only proves how impressive our team’s skills were.
And me, of course. My acting skills are top-notch, obviously.
So is my self-control, considering all I really want to do is knock his ass out. But that wasn’t part of my orders, so I’ll keep sticking out this padded push-up bra and do my best work.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, looking at me with sickly sweet affection, coming even closer.
I smiled, taking care not to dislodge the false tooth Bones had implanted temporarily. He wasn’t a dentist, but his medical training proved helpful in plugging that charming little hole in my smile. I felt the tooth wiggle a tiny bit, and pushed it back in with my tongue.
“Stop,” I whispered, as he reached out to touch me, my voice a husky feminine growl, as much as I could make it. Nicholai stopped in his tracks, obeying perfectly. I smiled. God, this was so fucking fun. I figured playing hard to get was a good idea. I mean, fuck, it always got me hard when women did that to me.
I shuddered to think that Nicholai might be hard right now. What if he came near me with that thing? I steeled myself.
If I had to take one for the team, so be it.
Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.
“I know,” Nicholai said, his words coming out in a rush. “I’m sure it came as quite a shock to find out what I did. But Lucky, don’t you see it was a gift? Your life never would have been the same if Eddie came out here. I only did it because I love you so much.”
“Yes,” I whispered, keeping my voice husky and quiet.
“You know I love you, babe. You know I’d do anything for you. I forgive you for slumming with that biker, I understand why you did it. Let’s just start from scratch, start over, try again.”
This motherfucker, I thought again, cringing at his words. He had no idea his fucking goose was cooked.
“Put on the blindfold,” I pointed, crossing my legs in the most seductive pose I could twist into.
“Blindfold?” he asked.
I nodded, “I missed you,” I said, now opening my thighs slightly, trying to do it smoothly and seductively without my dick falling out, imitating one of my favorite moves that Diana does that makes me sink to my knees with weakness.
It worked.
He didn’t ask any questions, he just went over, picked up the blindfold and came back.
“Lie on the bed and put it on,” I said.
He did so silently and I grinned like a possum when I realized I had this asshole exactly where I wanted him.
It was so goddamned easy it almost took all the fun away.
Hell, I couldn’t let that happen, could I? I mean, hell, I didn’t go through all this fucking torture not to get a little payback.
I leaned over him, my mouth inches from his.
With all the passion I could muster, I kissed him full on the mouth, before pulling away and licking the side of his face like a horse licks a salt lick.
With a satisfied smirk, I leaned down and loudly growled with anger.
“We got you motherfucker!” I seethed, slamming a handcuff on his wrist and securing him to the bedpost, just as he began to struggle. I pulled off the blindfold and jumped up, quickly turning on the light.
He stared up at me in surprise and confusion.
“What the fuck?” he shouted, his eyes flashing to the handcuff holding him to the bed.
“That’s right, bitch,” I chuckled. “Welcome to hell.”
In a flash, I slammed my fist to his mouth in a satisfying smack of knuckles smashing into flesh and teeth.
His head slumped to the side and I jumped back gleefully, stumbling in the heels and promptly falling squarely on my ass.