Page 25 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

I’m curious about this too. I’d rather burn down the whole warehouse with Jin inside it.

“I want to expose Franco and Jin, let the world see them for who they are. If someone happens to die in the process, so be it.” Dom shrugs like it’s no big deal letting them live, but I notice his fists clenching on the surface of the table.

“Going after the Chief of Police. Cool, cool, cool,” Evan mutters, sweeping his hand through his hair like he’s stressed.

“He needs to be taken down before he gets into a political office. Dead or alive. Preferably dead,” Logan growls through gritted teeth.

Tillie lays her hand on his thigh and like magic, Logan’s body relaxes somewhat at her simple touch. Is it really that simple though? I glance around the table and see a bunch of messed up criminals that have all seen some fucked up shit in our lives, yet this one woman can bring us to our knees.

That thought does scare me sometimes when I think about it. She has so much power over us and doesn’t even realize it. Maybe that’s why I stuck around, even when I thought killing her would save us all the trouble she would bring to our doors. She’s the glue that holds us together, a piece we didn’t even realize was missing until she stared up at me with tears streaking down her cheeks as I fed her my cock.

“Tomorrow, we show our faces, get the information, and then get the fuck out. I don’t want us there any longer than we have to be, Mama,” Dom says to Tillie, his harsh features smoothing out as he looks at her with love.

“I’m going to have to dance, aren’t I?” At my nod, she groans and stands up from Tey’s lap to pace around the kitchen.

Tey pouts at the loss of her ass sitting snuggly over his dick. Can’t say I blame him.

“Nicola.” I wait for my sister to stop cuddling against Evan and to glance at me before continuing. “Did you bring what I asked?”

“What do you take me for, brother? Of course I did. Basically brought my whole closet.” Nicola huffs like I’m an idiot, and in her eyes, I probably am.

“Noooo,” Tillie whines, crossing her arms as she stares at us all with a grimace.

“Yes,” Logan replies, his face set in stone like he dares her to argue.

“Fuck my life. Fine. Let’s get this fashion show over with,” Tillie grumbles under her breath and waits at the archway of the kitchen for Nicola to follow her.

Once they're out of earshot, I glance at Evan with my scariest glare.

“If anything happens to me, get Nicola out of this state. You hear me?” I don’t break eye contact, letting him see I’m completely serious.

“I’d protect her with my life,” Evan declares, sitting up straighter, and I have to admire how he doesn’t glance away first.

I’ll let him live for dating my sister, as long as he doesn’t break her heart. Then all bets are off.

“I don’t like this,” Dalton speaks up, staring off into the distance with tight lips.

“None of us do, but we’ll protect Tillie at all costs. She won’t back down from this, you know it,” Dom answers what we’re all thinking.

At this point in her life, Tillie is done running from her nightmares. It’s kill or be killed in her eyes.

Tillie

“Which color do you like more? Red or—fucking!—black?” Nicola holds her hands out in front of her face, blowing on the two colors of nail polish then messes it up by flicking her fingers as she ticks her mouth sideways with a click of her tongue.

“Hmmm?” I say absentmindedly, staring at the chaos of clothes spread out on the bedspread. “Oh, uh, black.” I pick up a scrappy piece of red fabric that would leave nothing to the imagination.

That’s a no for me.

I know I’m supposed to dance for a bunch of old men tomorrow night, but the last thing I want to do is get them horny. Fucking sick, dirty bastards. My stomach twists in knots, knowing Cruz is going to be there watching me, always watching, like I’m his prey.

“Yeah, black looks good on you. You should wear the black dress. It’s tight enough to entice but classy enough to not be slutty,” Nicola comments with a clap of her hands, rummaging through the pile of clothes until she pulls out a black dress from the bottom. “Yes! It’s perfect.”

She hands it over and I hold it up, turning towards the guest room’s full-length mirror behind the door. It’s slim fitting and has a velvet soft material that stops at the knees but it exposes the shoulders, showing off enough skin to make it sexy.

“I like it. It’s too bad that human trafficking scum are the ones who’re going to see me in this.” I sigh and plop down on the bed next to Nicola with a groan, throwing my arm over my eyes.

“Imagine it’s just you and the guys. Dance how you want to and then get the fuck out of there. I wish I could go with you, but my father…” she trails off, biting her lip as her eyes fills with guilt.

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