Wear My Dress Meet My Gun Novels & Stories

I made my way into my closet, pulling out a tailored suit. I got dressed while staring at myself in the mirror. I brushed my hair before pulling it into a neat ponytail. I did my make-up to perfection before sliding my feet into a pair of black high heels. I grabbed my gun along with my purse. I left my bedroom and found Gunn in the living room, laying sprawled out on the couch. He jumped up from the couch, throwing his arm around my shoulder. "Damn, you look like a real boss today. Got another suit in your closet?" He asked and I pushed him away from me.

All I know is that everywhere remains oddly quiet till I reached my seat. I adjust my black dress, that is my war armor, sit in the well-padded couch, and cross my leg. Thank goodness for my instinct as, though I thought I will just be meeting with my husband, something within me pushed me to ask the messenger to give me a few minutes as I pull out this armor of mine and put it on. With the look I am receiving, and the tension in this room, I took the right step of putting on this dress. As I can perceive war.

The dress fit perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places while still allowing me freedom of movement, the kind of outfit that would help me blend in with the wealthy elite while hiding the fact that I was armed and dangerous. The thigh holster went on next, the thin black strap invisible under the dress but easily accessible if things went wrong tonight. I practiced reaching for the gun a few times, making sure I could draw it quickly without getting tangled in the fabric, the familiar weight of the weapon against my leg both comforting and terrifying. "How do I look?" I asked, turning to face Ava fully for the first time since putting on the complete outfit. She stared at me for a

“You want me to walk into a gun den? In this dress?” The priest-looking man chuckled. “If she lives through it, I might just believe.” Luciano’s voice was calm. Too calm. “You want to be at my side? Prove you can handle fire.” I stood slowly, heart in my throat. “Fine,” I said. “But if I die, I’m haunting you in heels.” He smiled then. Small. Dangerous. Like the devil had finally gotten his due. --- The rest of the day passed in a blur of planning and preparation. I changed out of the dress, slipping into black combat pants and a jacket that smelled faintly of gun oil and leather. My hair was tied back. My nerves? Shot to hell.

I leaned back against the display table, vexed. I pictured myself meeting him at the door wearing my short black dress and tall black heels—spiky, sexy back-scratchers—while greeting him with a delighted smile and a kiss of apology for what I said to him. Instead, I’m wearing a pair of raggedy denim shorts and a T-shirt from Keisha’s closet that says: Martini time, bitchezzz! “For fuck’s sake, baby, put down your weapons.”

“Are you ready?” Maddox was leaning against the door frame. The Chinese gave me a small boost of energy. Half the gatorade was gone. With my hair pulled back into a low bun, I just put on the tight fitting black dress. It stopped just above my knees with a deep V and long sleeves. Between my necklace, earrings, ring and bracelet, I felt decked out. However, when I turned to the side, I was a little surprised. “Is that a bump?” I asked, flatting the dress that was already flat.

She was standing there in her bathrobe, looking at the bed where I had dropped a sleek, shimmering dark green silk dress. "I cannot wear this," she said, pointing at it. "Where would I put my holster? There is no room for a knife in these seams." "That’s the point!" I said, spinning her around toward the mirror. "Tonight, you aren't a bodyguard or a Don. You’re just a beautiful girl in a green dress. I have a tiny derringer in my purse if it makes you feel better, but you aren't carrying." "This is madness," she muttered, but she started to put the dress on anyway.

I get up and grab a nice v-neck blue dress that goes down till it's a bit over my knees. I washed my hair before I got dressed and let it dry and stay down. I clip up one side with two bobby pins and apply a bit of make-up. I then hurry down the steps to see my father and brother are in black suits and my mother is dressed in a red dress that goes down to her mid-thighs. When the Alpha meets with the entire pack, it is required that we all dress nicely. I grabbed an apple to eat on the way. " Why do we need to meet?" I ask.

It hurt too much to keep the last name Russo, and it reminded me of all the good times we had and the bad times. Stepping into the gala, I decided to go get myself a drink at the bar; this was going to be a very long night, so I needed to prepare myself with plenty of drinks. My gun was placed in my stocking just below where my panties were and I wore a black long-sleeved dress with my chest on show, paired with black heels, I also had on dark red lipstick and my hair was in a slicked-back ponytail showing off my features.

just text me wen you get here 😒 Cammy🙊: ite ma End of text convo "aye I found the dre-- is that Cam" "yeah we have an hour to get beautified" "okay that's a good amount of time, but i found the dresses which do you want to wear" She held up the black dress then the white dress, I feel if I wear the white dress it would make look even darker but the black dress might blend with my skin and someone will make a joke about how I look like I'm naked and I don't want to hea--