Page 8 of Three Billionaire Bodyguards and a Sneaky Mafia Princess

Her gaze made one more sweep over them, their chiseled features, their perfect symmetry, the intimate rise and fall of their chests. Then, lower to the bulge in their bespoke suit pants. Gosh, even in a state of slumber, they were enormous. Yes, well, the bigger the cock, the bigger the dick. Right?

She called each of their names. Then, louder and louder still, and they didn’t even stir.

Must have been the sedatives she flavored the pecan pie with.

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

Munching on her sweet snack, she texted Lizzie that all was a go, then strolled her way to her bedroom and got to work.

Shower. Makeup. Wig. Outfit. Jewelry. She glanced at herself in the mirror once more, wiped a little blood-red lipstick from the side of her mouth, and retrieved a permanent marker from her handbag.

She wasn’t going to initially—the plan had been to go in and out or out and back before they awakened without a clue as to what she’d been doing, but if she could serve a portion of justice for a friend in the process, why not? She only had one more day left with them anyway. It didn’t matter if they knew who she was.

The extra short leather skirt twirled around her thighs as she swayed, and the clank of the pencil-thin heel of her black leather boots against the tiles echoed all around her as she made her way back to them in the living room.

Using her mouth to pull off the lid of the marker, she then proceeded to draw dicks on their foreheads. She contemplated leaving her calling card on their ridiculously handsome faces as well. Since this was her last gig before she decided what she really, really wanted to do with her life, why not? They had toknow it was her. On each of their left cheeks, she wrote her name, well, her alter ego, to be precise.

Orchid X.

She snapped a couple of pictures of their faces and saved them in a password-protected album for now. Since she couldn’t take her phone where she was going, she left it in the kitchen, donned her leather coat, took her pick of the numerous sets of car keys, and spent a couple of minutes in their garage, which looked more like a hangar, seeing which Lamborghini lit up when she pressed the fob.

Oh, cool. It was a red one.

Soon, she was on her way to catch a cheater.

Chapter Seven

Cash

Fucking hell.

What the fuck did that little minx put in that pie? Cash swung his legs off the sofa and had to hold his head in his hands. Fuck. It felt like the worst hangover ever without the alcohol part.

Brent and River were also coming awake.

“What the hell?” River groaned, holding his head as well.

“She drugged us, the little fucking she-devil,” Brent roared, but his fury was capped by a raging headache, one Cash was sure they all felt with equal measure.

“It had to have been that pie,” Cash said. Through his foggy brain, he remembered feeling incredibly sleepy directly after eating it.

“Where is she?” they asked collectively.

“Fucking hell, she drew a dick on your forehead,” River said, looking at Cash directly for the first time since they managed to rouse themselves from their unsolicited sedative-induced sleep.

“You have one, too,” Cash said. “Fuck, we all have dicks on our foreheads. And a calling card,” River said, analyzing the tiny text on Brent’s cheek. “Orchid X.”

Orchid X? Why Orchid X?

“We have to find her,” Brent said.

“Why the fuck would she do this to us? We’ve been nothing but fucking nice to her. Why would she draw dicks on our faces?” Cash grumbled as they immediately started to search their house for her, staggering about as they did so and coming up short.

Where did she go?

Not even god would be able to help her when they found her. And oh, they were going to take turns turning her butt a red so brilliant her ass would be seen from the fucking moon.

But first, they had to sober up. Whatever she slipped into her damn pie was meant to knock them out. Given their sluggishness, she’d fed them a fucking lot. But clearly, she’d underestimated their strength and their constitution. Jokes on her. But fuck. When they found her…

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