My Personal Hell - D. Richardson (read with me .txt) 📗

“I’m the toy that never gave him satisfaction. He did his best to make me scream, he never succeeded. So he’ll do his best to get it from me now, especially since he feels like I was stolen from him. It’ll make him that much more determined. Determined enough to go against orders. If you want the weak link, it’s Luke,” I replied, turning to Drake at the last statement. He nodded.

“I’ll think on what you said. But for right now it’s a two hour drive to the club, you all need to get ready and head out in the right order so that the timing is right.” We all nodded, the males grabbing keys and phones to leave. I turned only to come face to face with Jen, holding that garment bag out to me. I snatched it out of her hand.

“I hate you,” I muttered, moving passed her.

“I love you too.”

“Do you need any help?” Becca asked from behind the counter. I didn’t even bother to turn and look at her when I answered.

“You know damn well that I do.” I heard them both giggling as they followed me out.

It took nearly two hours for them to finish getting me ready. They had straightened my hair and pinned up one side leaving the rest to hang on the left side of my face. They did my makeup, but only putting on thick eyeliner and mascara to outline my eyes.

The dress itself was a pain. The gap in the material made it to where I had to be careful when I stepped into it. The fabric hugged my body across my strapless bra and down to the slit in the side. Just as I suspected a lot of my right leg was exposed. Thank goodness I had shaved. The skirt itself trailed loosely down to the floor, with a couple of extra inches so I could wear heels.

The heels that they had picked out for me were about four inches high with straps decorating the top of my feet. At least all of it was black. There was a loose bit of material that connected to the back and hooked onto my left ring finger. I found out that she had actually added that so that she could hide a pocket specifically meant to hold a knife sheath still. She had started to make the adjustments when we all started training. She had modified all three dresses so that we could hide all sorts of weapons on us. I may not have liked getting pushed into the dress, but I had to admit that it was cool.

My stomach was completely bare, leaving me to feel the temperature, but the overall effect was stunning. I loosened one of my leather bracelets so it fit on my right ankle. So it wouldn’t look so naked. I put on the choker for the hell of it, since it was made to go with the bracelet.

When I thought I was done Jen handed me a loose piece of fabric. It was a sleeve to go over my left arm. It hooked over my thumb to cover the top of my hand, but left my fingers free. It barely reached my elbow, but was made to hide throwing knives.

“It took me a while to figure out how to make the knives easily accessible, but I managed it,” she said and I hugged her.

“It’s awesome.” She blushed and both of them backed up to see their handiwork. Both of them nodding with approval.

The dress fit me perfectly, accentuating everything it was supposed too, and I was fit with exactly four weapons. A dagger was strapped to the outside of my right thigh, hidden by the loose fabric, but still reachable if needed. A matching dagger was hidden on my lower back, and the sleeve of throwing knives on my right arm. It was amazing. The look and the weapons made me feel like a badass assassin. Especially with just the very top of my tattoo visible. I loved it, and mentally took back everything I said about the dress. But I didn’t say it out loud.

Regardless, I was happy that I had had more practice in heels since the last time I had tried to wear them. The four inch heels took a few steps before I felt right wearing them, but after that I was actually able to navigate the stairs with ease.

By the time I made it to the bottom every male within sight was staring. Ordinarily I would have felt awkward and uncomfortable with all of the attention. But this time I stood straighter and walked with more confidence than I had ever felt in my life.

I made it into the kitchen to see Keira and Chris already there. Keira’s dress was almost as revealing as mine. It was strapless with a heart shaped neckline that parted down the middle and met about six inches above her belly button. The dark blue fabric went down to a few inches above her knees and then stopped, but the back went all the way down to the floor. The knee high heeled boots helped to add some mystery to compensate for the exposed skin on her shoulders and cleavage. Her hair was piled up on her head in an elegant style with curls framing her face. She looked beautiful.

Chris on the other hand had two sleeves that covered her arms all the way down to the tops of her hands. The neckline was square and went down far enough to show about an inch of cleavage. The skirt stopped at mid thigh, the torso hugged her frame while the skirt flared out. Her hair draped over her shoulders in soft curls, the midnight purple of the fabric sparkled slightly as she moved. Her ankle boots only managed to draw more attention to her legs.

I met them in front of the island to make sure we were prepared. But was interrupted.

“Holy…” We turned to see Jaeger standing in the doorway. It looked like he couldn’t decide which one of us he wanted to stare at. He was pushed forward when Stephan and Drake stepped in behind him. Both of them pausing to stare in stunned silence.

“No offense ladies,” Stephan said stepping closer. “But you’re not looking all that threatening.” I shared a glance with the girls and stepped up really close. He looked surprised, but didn’t back away. I gave him a slow smile and he started to relax, right before the dagger from my back lightly tapped his throat. Then he took a very quick, very long step back.

“Looks can be deceiving.” He rubbed his throat and nodded.

“Point taken,” he mumbled, moving to sit at the table. I slid the dagger back into its home and made my way back to the girls, only to be interrupted again.

“Are you sure there isn’t something more modest for you to wear?” Drake asked, his eyes lingering on my exposed stomach and leg. A look of disapproval taking over his face.

“I’m not exactly the dress shopping type, Drake. It’s the only thing I have,” I answered.

“Yeah but…your goal is to get the alpha’s attention, not every male in a ten mile radius.”

“Come on, Drake. She looks beautiful,” Becca replied, walking into the room. He turned to her.

“It’s so revealing though.”

“No more revealing than the clothes she trains in.” She was right. I usually only wore a sports bra and shorts.

“Yeah, but that’s for training, not for a night out. She‘s only eighteen for crying out loud.”

“This isn’t a night out, she’s going to go negotiate for the pack. She needs to look older, confident, and eye catching.” I just stood there watching them argue back and forth. To be honest I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. Drake had never had a problem with my clothes before. Finally, his frustration got the better of him.

“I don’t want my daughter walking around like she’s looking for a one night stand,” he snapped, and then realized what he said. His face turned a bright red. The entire room went quiet and I felt my eyes widen.

“Um…,” I muttered, looking for a way out. I looked to the girls and they both just shrugged. “Okay, we need to get going, or we’ll be late.” I stepped up next to Drake and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be careful, and we’ll check in, I promise.” I turned to leave, hoping that I had handled that right. Becca gave me an approving smile just as Drake muttered his reply.

“You better.” I left as quickly as I could without looking like I was running away. But I couldn’t stop the small smile that spread across my lips.

The drive was long and boring. We even tried to play I spy, but it got dark and we were sick of the game anyway. When we finally reached our destination all of us put our heels back on before climbing out.

We were warned ahead of time that there was a fifty dollar cover charge at the door. When we walked in a young man turned to look at us. He stopped abruptly upon seeing us and stuttered really bad when he asked for our money. It looked like we had gotten lucky. It was ladies’ night, we got a fifty percent discount. I smiled my thanks and we moved to the bar that sat on the left wall.

Keira and Chris sat on either side of me, so we could talk without being heard, while I faced the room. I glanced around, spotting my men scattered around. A few of them had women who had joined them, they didn’t look too happy about it. I spotted Sadler, Asher, and Dalton seated at a table caddy corner to us on the opposite wall, staring at us. I switched on my earpiece. I swear those things were the best investment I’d ever made.

“How’s everything going?” I mumbled looking into the drink that Keira handed me, knowing they would pick it up.

“We’re ready when you are,” Bastion answered, from the corner at the opposite end of the room. I didn’t bother turning it off when I turned to talk to the girls.

“Where do we go from here?” Chris asked, glancing around the room.

“We find our target.”

“How exactly are we supposed to do that? This place is packed and most of them are human,” Keira asked.

“We’re looking for the owner, he’d be in the VIP section,” I answered. That particular part of the club was on the floor above us. A railing prevented anyone from falling to the ground floor, but it left plenty to see.

Keira took the first watch, looking up to see what was visible. After a few seconds she glanced away and Chris took up the visual. After the count of ten it was my turn. We could see damn near everything that was going on.

Everyone up there was male, not a single female in sight. If I had to guess I’d say he was up there with his most loyal protectors. All of them were huge, even by wolf standards. Their shirts were stretched over bulging muscles, their demeanor that of