Chapter 26 How about a private dance?
Catalina
I walked into Jenna and Torque’s room and turned in a small circle. “So, how do I look?”
Jenna’s eyes moved over me. I was wearing the tiny black shorts that hugged the curve of my backside. My top was red and sparkly, slipping off one shoulder, the sleeves stopping partway down my arms. The red leather boots went all the way up my thighs, with heels so tall and thin they could be a weapon. My hair was pulled back tight and high. My eyes were covered in glittering red shadow, lined in black, with long fake lashes. My lips were painted a deep, impossible red.
“My God, Catalina. You are a walking fantasy.”
I laughed. “Look at you. You are pure sex. If Torque saw you right now, he would never let you out of this room.”
Jenna’s pants were like a second skin, fake leather with see-through mesh down the sides showing off her smooth legs. Her top was a pale blue halter that tied around her neck, leaving her stomach bare and dipping so low between her breasts it almost reached her navel. Her shoes were the same pale blue, with those same dangerous heels. Her hair, a new deep red color, fell in soft curls that moved when she did. Her makeup was dark and smoky around her eyes, with a perfect black line flicked out at the corners, and her lips were a dark, wine-stain red.
“We should take pictures and send them to the boys,” I said. “It will drive them out of their minds.” I would do anything to earn a punishment from Viper. Just the thought of it made my body clench with a deep, wanting heat.
Jenna set both our phones on the dresser, setting the timers. She ran back and we stood close, striking a pose. After the pictures were taken, we sent them off with a few teasing words. Jenna giggled, knowing Torque would be growling and hard in an instant.
We picked up our medium-sized purses, which held the special drugs we needed and our knives.
“I will get the special tequila,” I said. “Did you swap out the vodka for water?”
“Yes, it is done. We are all set.”
Right then, my phone made a sound. I looked at the screen and a slow, wicked smile spread across my face.
Holy fuck, baby. You look incredible. Where do you think you are going dressed like that? You are lucky I am eight hours away or I would be locking you in our room and tearing that outfit off you. My dick would be deep inside you, pounding into you until you could not stay awake. My God, Catalina, you look good enough to eat. I cannot stop staring at this picture. Torque is pacing around like a crazy man looking at his phone, so I guess he got one too. Oh, shit, he just said he has to go to the bathroom. I bet he is going to go take care of himself.
I laughed, looking over at Jenna. She was already on her phone with Torque.
I typed back a reply. Just going out with Jenna for a girls’ night. Do not worry, we will be safe. I love you. I miss you already.
I hated not telling him the whole truth. I caught Jenna’s eye and shook my head just a little, signaling her to keep quiet. She gave me a small nod.
His reply came fast. I love and miss you too, Angel. Have fun, but stay out of trouble. Take a prospect or two with you.
I sent back a kissing emoji. I did not want to argue. I looked at Jenna and saw her face was flushed pink.
“What is it?” I asked her.
“Oh, nothing. Just Torque telling me in very clear detail what he wants to do to me while he is handling some business.” We both laughed. I loved seeing my sister so completely in love, and I knew she felt the same seeing me happy.
We left the room and got into a club SUV. We waved at the guards as we drove through the gate. I typed the address Sara had given me into the car’s navigation system, and we started talking about our father.
“Did you tell him what we are doing tonight?” I asked.
“Yes, he knows. I am sure he will be watching our backs. He said he has been listening for any talk, but he has not heard anything about the Mafia connecting him to Jake’s death.”
“That is good. Maybe they did not see the news,” I said, feeling a spark of hope.
She agreed, and we sang along with the radio as we drove. We finally pulled up to a gate in front of a long, rectangular bJake building that looked a lot like our own clubhouse, except where ours was red bJake, this one was white.
Jenna rolled down her window and put on her best act, playing the part of a silly girl, as a big, hairy biker with long hair and a prospect vest walked up to the car.
“Well, hello there,” she said, her voice light and airy. “Sara and Emily invited us to the party tonight.”
“Hey there, pretty things. I need to take a look inside your bags.”
Jenna and I had planned for this. Our bags had hidden pockets for our knives and the other things we needed to keep out of sight. We both opened them and held them out for him. He glanced inside and nodded.
“Hey, when you get in there, can you tell someone we need a couple beers out here?” he asked.
“Of course, sugar,” I said, winking at the other man leaning on a post by the gate. He smiled and waved us through.
“My God, those two are stupid,” I muttered as we drove forward. “How is that security? He just looked inside! If he had actually searched the bags, he would have found everything.”
“I know. Let us just be glad he did not. Are you going to put something in their beers?”
“Yes. Butcher also gave me some very strong pain pills. We will deal with them on our way out. Looks like a big crowd is here.”
“Do not worry,” Jenna said, her voice calm and sure. “We will just make sure everyone has a special drink, and then we only kill the ones we have to. No one will know what happened.”
“Remember,” I said, “my name is Mandy, and you are Nina.” Jenna nodded as we got out of the car and walked toward the doors of the Jackals’ clubhouse.
The noise hit us first. The party was loud and wild. Girls in very little clothing were dancing. Some were kissing bikers or moving in their laps. When we walked in, a lot of male heads turned in our direction. We were new, and that always got attention. I felt a familiar energy surge through me. I was ready.
A high, excited shriek cut through the music. I saw Sara and Emily pushing their way toward us.
“You bitches look so fucking hot!” Emily yelled over the noise.
“I give it five minutes before Crack and the others swarm you. Come on, meet Bear and Razer,” Sara said, grabbing my hand. Emily took Jenna’s, and they pulled us through the crowd.
We stopped in front of two huge men. One had long hair and blue eyes. His skin was a canvas of tattoos, covering his arms, chest, neck, and even parts of his face. The other man had dark hair and the kind of handsome, perfect face you see in movies, with clear skin and bright blue eyes. He had tattoos on his hands and arms. Both of them were built of solid muscle.
“Babe, this is Mandy, the one I told you about, and her friend Nina,” Sara said, pointing to us. “Ladies, this is my man, Razer, and the blond one is Emily’s man, Bear.”
“Well, hello there,” Razer said, his eyes moving over me like hands. “Babe, you did not tell me your new friends were so fucking gorgeous.”
I saw the light in Sara’s eyes dim for a second and her smile strain, but she fixed it quickly, pretending his words did not hurt her.
“Oh, um, hello,” Jenna said, trying to change the subject. “You have a nice clubhouse. It is very big.”
Emily and Sara laughed, and Bear gave a small smile. But Razer’s gaze stayed locked on me. I felt a pang of sympathy for Sara. Do not worry, I thought. I will just kill this bastard for you, and you can find a better man. Unless you really love him, which would be a problem. Oh well. This is not my problem. This is just another job.
“Nina and I want to take some shots!” I said, putting on a voice full of fake excitement. “Come on, girls, let us get this party started!”
The girls cheered and gathered a crowd of other women. We started doing shots with them. No one questioned why Jenna and I only drank from the vodka bottle we had brought. It was almost too easy. I grabbed four beers and quietly crushed the strong pain pills into two of them. No one was watching me as I slipped outside and walked back to the gate.
“Here you go, boys,” I said, handing the two prospects their spiked beers. They thanked me, and I walked away, back toward the loud music.
I found Jenna in the area where everyone was doing shots. Together, we moved through the crowd, pouring straight from our special tequila bottle into the mouths of some of the club members. When the bottle was empty, I caught Jenna’s eye and nodded toward the President and Vice President of the Jackals.
We walked over to them. Their eyes were glassy with drink and burning with hunger for us. They were already very drunk.
I looked right at the President. “How about a private dance?” I did not wait for an answer. I climbed right onto his lap, straddling him.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he slurred. He stood up, holding me easily, and carried me toward a private room. I saw over his shoulder that Jenna was leading the VP toward another door. I guess we would have to make up our plan as we went. That was not a problem. We were good at improvising.