Page 46 of Rising from the Ashes

Another news channel catches my eye, but this time it is the announcement of Raventown’s newest upscale club. Why anyone would open up a nightclub in that part of town is beyond me, but it’s not the club that catches my eye, but the blonde bombshell stepping out of her black excursion guarded by men, entering said nightclub.

The headline flashes across the screen: “Quinn Lowery in attendance at new nightclub grand opening, Club Renaissance.”

Her long blonde hair is in waves flowing down to the middle of her back. She’s wearing a beige off the shoulder sweater that cups her ass, along with black pleather leggings, and stilettos. Her blue eyes and bright smile almost pierce through the television screen as if she is looking straight at me.

She’s fucking beautiful.

Hopping off the floor, “Get up, let’s go!” I shriek, almost too excited seeing her on the screen.

Shado looks up at me in disbelief, as he is trying to swallow down a bite. “We can’t just go kidnap her with no intel or plan, Cal. Do you want to die again tonight or was the near miss earlier not enough for you?”

“Fine. You stay here.” I turn on my heels to walk into the bedroom, “I’m going.”

Running into my closet, I grab my favorite black cocktail dress and red stilettos. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a strappy bondage piece of lingerie laying across the small dresser in my closet. Grinning to myself, I add it to my arsenal for tonight.

I quickly slip into the pieces of clothing and pin my hair into loose curls at the top of my head, with a few loose curls flowing down, framing my face. Applying my dark red lipstick, I step back and look in the mirror. The black dress hugs my body, showing off my ass. And the plunging neckline accentuates my cleavage in the best way. The strappy leather lingerie slightly peeks out above the dress’s neckline as it wraps around my breasts, crossing over my stomach and strapping around the tops of my thighs.

I mean…I’d fuck me.

Grabbing my purse, I step out of the bathroom and walk into the living room. When I come into view, Shado drops the french fry out of his mouth.

“You’re wearing that?”

His eyes look like they’re about to bulge out of his head.

Turning around slowly, I smirk. “Mmm, yep. Whatcha think?”

Standing up, he groans, “Fuck, Cal. Now I have to go.”

“You don’t have to do anything, Shado. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.” I giggle.

He strides over to me across the living room and tightly grips my chin, “Yes. I do. Because if anyone so much as breathes in your direction, I’m killing them.”

Butterflies flutter around in my stomach at his words, “Well, I guess you better get dressed then.”

“What am I going to do with you?” He groans, releasing my chin.

“Mmm…I hope you fuck me later.” I pat his chest as I walk off to take a seat on the couch, and wait for him to get dressed.

“Is that even a question, with you looking like that?” He asks over his shoulder as he stalks into my bedroom. I can hear him groaning and mumbling to himself.

Grinning to myself, I am filled with giddiness and excitement about going to a nightclub with Shado. He hates going out in the public eye for fear of someone recognizing him or me, but something about him getting dressed up to go out with me is making me feel like a schoolgirl.

Yeah, you’re a horny ruthless killer tonight.

After a few minutes, Shado walks back into the living room and it takes all the willpower I have to keep my mouth from gaping open. He is wearing snug black slacks with a white button down shirt. The sleeves are rolled up just under his elbows, showing off his tattooed corded arms, and there are black suspenders connected to his pants. The top two buttons of the shirt are undone and I can see the muscles of his pecs trying to peek through. Throwing his gun holster around his shoulders, he snaps it into place, and grabs his black jacket.

My eyes trail up and down his body without shame. When my eyes meet his, he is smirking at me knowingly.

Umm…Daddy?

“You okay there, bunny? You’re not the only one who cleans up nicely.”

Sauntering over to him, I slide my hands under his jacket, placing my fingers around his suspenders.

Releasing them, they pop against his chest, “Oh we are absolutely fucking later, Daddy.” I wink at him as I walk around him to grab my purse and head out the door, leaving him with his mouth gaping open.

“Careful, you’ll catch flies.”

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