Page 58 of Vengeful Secret

“We’ll go in at the same time, and then split up. I head to the bar, and you go to the back room. That’s where my intel tells methey’re set up. It’s the VIP area, so you might have to flirt to get in there.”

“I can flirt,” she says with a smug smile, and I want to call off the whole thing.

“I know you can. But if anyone touches you…”

“No one’s going to touch me. You’ll be watching. Your men will be outside. It’ll be fine… Right?”

“Damn right. So you latch on to the dumbest Murphy there, and find out what they’re doing.”

“To be working for that Murphy guy against you, they’re probably all pretty dumb, so that shouldn’t be hard.” She grins, getting up and rifling through one of her suitcases.

I frown. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for a dress to wear. Has to be something sexy.”

My eye twitches. I don’t love the idea of her using her feminine wiles, but I don’t know any other way.

She throws a few outfits on the bed—one, a little slinky black dress, another red sequined skirt and a black halter top, and a pair of short shorts with a buckle on one leg and a crop top.

“The red,” I say, and she looks at it curiously.

“Let me try it on.”

I let out a long breath as she heads into the bathroom.

I hate this. I hate all of it. I don’t want the Murphys with their eyes on Sutton. I don’t want them to know who she is.

But of course, she’ll introduce herself with a fake name. And she’s right, I’ll be there.

All the oxygen seems to have gone out of the room when she comes out in the red skirt and black halter. It hugs all of her new curves and compliments her skin tone.

“What do you think?”

I think I want her in a burlap sack going into the lion’s den, but at the same time, I can’t help but compliment her.

“You look delectable,” I murmur, and Sutton’s cheeks flush slightly.

God, I want to touch her. I want to take her around the waist, rip that skirt right off her.

Suddenly, fear rockets through me. What if they take one look at her in this dress and decide to take her?

“We’re not doing this.” I put my hand on Sutton’s shoulders. “I’ve changed my mind.”

She stares at me. “What?” She looks down at herself. “The dress isn’tthatslutty?—”

“Not because of the dress. Because this is too dangerous. I’ll send someone else.”

“Who?”

“One of my cousins or something. I’ll make some calls.”

I start to pull out my phone, and she puts a hand on my arm to stop me. “Gray. We have to do this.”

“No, we don’t,” I insist, looking at her desperately, but I know that she’s right. I know that there’s no one else the Murphys wouldn’t recognize.

“It’s okay, Gray. I’m going to be okay.”

“You don’t know that. God, why did I even make this plan?”

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