Page 68 of Revenge of a Queen

“Careful,” Ash and Linc both snap at him at the same time.

Logan snorts, “Oh, look how in sync you two are. That could really be fun, you know?” he wiggles his brows at them and they both give him vastly different looks. Asher looks pissed off, but Lincoln looks, dare I say intrigued?

We all move as one over to the row of shops here and I lead the guys over to the only place I ever enjoy shopping and push the door open. The bell dings signaling our arrival. The shop owner comes out of the back room and when he sees me his face lights up immediately.

“Ma belle fille,” he cries in his French accent barreling towards me and engulfing me in a bear hug. “It has been too long.”

“Sorry about that, I have been keeping a low profile,” I say pulling back and behind me one of the guys snorts. Dicks.

“Construire en harem?” he asks, taking in the wall of muscle behind me and I choke on my breath.

"No. Non, definitely not, no," I shake my head furiously, spluttering over the words but he just laughs at me.

I gesture to them one by one, "You remember Logan, Ash, and Cass," he nods, "This is Lincoln, Jace, and Marcus. Ma Rivière," I add, and he smiles wide when I gesture to Marcus having heard so much about him.

"Ah, yes," he holds out his hand for Marcus to shake which he does. "Very nice to meet the man who stole ma belle's heart," Marcus just nods at him before continuing to cast his eyes around the shop.

They are all clearly wary of him and I can see Linc taking in everything about him including the shop, so I cut in to help him out. "This is Robert Abreo, he is a designer from France, he does a lot of special work for me."

"How special?" Jace muses with a smile.

"He sources most of my weapons and tech," I reply with a shrug before turning my concentration back on Robert. "That's why I'm here, I need something."

He tsks, "Of course you do, ma belle," he mumbles more in French as he rounds the counter to his computer and slides his glasses onto his nose to await my instructions.

I look at Ash, who is leaning against the wall and I don’t even have to say anything he just nods. He reaches out, taking Cassie from Jace’s arms.

“Come on, angel, let's see what dresses we can find for Mommy,” he tells her.

“Yes, Daddy,” she beams at him, “Orange ones,” she almost yells, and they turn to take in the rest of the shop. Once I know she is out of ear shot I turn back to Robert.

"I need a dress," I start. "Red," he starts to type away rapidly, "Spaghetti straps, a hard bodice and a floaty skirt with a slit up one side that reaches the thigh."

"Armes?" he asks, and I nod immediately.

"I'm thinking Glock, two blades, knuckle dusters. and a couple of syringes," I’m pretty much thinking out loud, unsure of whether it can be done but he just keeps tapping away on his keyboard unphased by anything I have said.

Once he has finished typing, he pulls out a tablet and a stylus and starts designing a rough draft. While he does that, I turn back to the guys who are all looking at me expectantly. Except for Logan who has been here with me a few times and is already looking through a rack of suits.

"Baby, what exactly is this place?" Marcus asks, flicking his gaze between me and Robert.

"I told you Robert is a designer, just not your typical one," I try to sound casual, but I can't. I am more than a little obsessed with this place, it's cool as fuck. I sigh before continuing, "He designs clothes, weapons, clothes with weapons in them," I say gesturing around.

Logan pulls a suit jacket off the hanger and shrugs into it before checking himself out in the mirror, "How do I look, hacker boy?" he asks Lincoln with a wink.

He looks undeterred by his flirting now as he replies, "Looks like you need a size down," he says mildly, Robert agrees with him without even looking up from his tablet.

"Glad to see you checking out my size, Lincoln," Logan responds with a wink.

"I need you all to get measured so I can have you fitted properly for the stuff we are going to need."

"Like what?" Jace asks.

"Making sure your shirts fit over a vest and you can get a holster under your jackets without it being obvious," it feels like common knowledge to me, but I can tell from their faces they had never thought about it before. I am saved from having to go any further when Robert speaks.

"I outdo myself," he gleams, and I turn around to find him smiling down at his design. I move back to the counter and he hands the tablet over to me. He's right, he's outdone himself.

I tell him what I need for the guys and he takes the Rebels’ measurements having already gotten Ash and Logan's and then as always, he pulls out a beautiful dress for Cassie. She squeals in delight begging to put it on to go home and of course, I say yes.

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