Wear My Dress Meet My Gun Novels & Stories

, i said and jumped off the kitchen counter, avoiding Arielle's gaze. "Okay! Im downstairs if you need help with anything." She yelled I heard her but i didn't bother to reply. I passed by the living room first, told The De Santis family that I'm going to get ready and went to my room. I wore a black dress, long enough to cover my thighs which had Knives around it and a gun behind my back. Always gotta be armed. We don't know what's going to happen at that party. I let my hair fall on my back then looked at myself in the mirror. Once i was sure i looked good, i headed downstairs where Ace was waiting. The second he saw me, his eyes roamed around my body and so did mine. He looked hot.

he asked. I would have liked to argue some more, but I was very curious to meet these people. I picked out a purple, long-sleeved dress that stopped a little above my knee; it was just perfect. I slip on a pair of combat boots. Next, I freed my hair, strapped my dagger safely to my thigh and I was done. “They are here,” Alexander said to me. He stretched out his hands for mine. “I wore a dress; that’s as far as I go in trying to cooperate,” I said, refusing to take his hand.

I rub Bunny and make her that promise. When someone who I’m guessing is a maid comes to take me to dinner, I shove my feet into some flats that were in the closet in my room. They actually fit perfectly. I tug down the front of the weird flowy dress I’d found, just wanting to get dressed and not really caring into what. I take great strides to hide my remaining weapons, and pray they don’t get discovered.

“No one wants to go there but absolutely, some people would go there guarded.” A glint of hope sparked in me. “Hurry, I want to see how this day goes. Get me my dress. I’ll be in the bath. Get everything ready, we need to be quick with whatever we are doing today.” She nodded. I traced the floor and went to the bath while Mary made arrangements for my dressing. When I was done, she picked out a fine suit, shades, a black hat and a shotgun loaded with silver. “Where did you get this?” I asked her while holding onto the gun. She giggled. “It is one of the things you kept in your collection. I bet you forgot you had that too.”

I don't care anymore if he's the owner of this company or if he'll fire me. I went to him and punch him in the shoulder and chest. "I will kill you!" Talking to James drains the hell out of me. I need a drink tonight. Wearing my Dolce and Gabbana short black dress paired with a black blazer and stilettos I went out of my condo and drive to my favorite bar here in New York.

Later, I settled with a black dress, showed a little cleavage and had a little slit at the side. All the gowns I had always had slits, it made it easier for me to pull out my gun or knife under the dress. Incase anything happened. She brushed my hair and applied a little makeup on my face before she dismissed me. Damon and some of the other guards were waiting for me outside. I stepped out and Damon brought his hands for me to hold. I grabbed it and supported myself to walk down the stairs. "You look lovely as always," Damon complimented and I smiled.

"No, but seriously, I can't stop thinking about all the ways in which we can—" "Will you shut the fuck up? Look, we get the shit and get out. It's an easy process. Y'all actin' as if you've never done this shit before!" "Have you!?" I was wearing one of the dresses we liked to wear for Jungle Night at Nines, a leopard print mini dress that left a perfect target for bullets to shoot me in the tits with. I'd—loudly—objected to wearing one of the most revealing dresses in my arsenal without being pulled over on the grounds of indecent exposure, on the basis that—perhaps—I would very likely be shot at.

I only cried because for a moment, I actually thought he was going to fuck me, then he stopped again. I take a shower and put on the dress from the box laid out for me. I smile down at it; it’s beautiful. Long and white, with a V-neck that plunges down far too low, but if they want men staring, then so be it. I can’t wear a bra because the back is also revealed. I laugh slightly as I put on the shoes and walk out. I watch as Bear, Gunner and Dante turn and stare at me. “Now, that’s hot and worth fucking.” Bear smiles at me as I roll my eyes.

he asked, his gaze shifting to me. I scoffed, irritation bubbling again. Great. Another problem. “Better than yesterday,” I replied, my tone clipped. “Show me.” I stared at him, anger flashing across my face. I was tired. Drained. And now he wanted me to pick up the gun again? I swallowed my protest and sighed, bending to grab it. I aimed for the middle. The first shot missed slightly. The second hit. He watched closely, his expression giving nothing away. “Okay,” he finally said. “You’ll go get a dress today.”

I said. I looked down at my ruined gold dress. "Because when we walk into that factory," I whispered, "I'm going to be the one who pulls the trigger." *** It's was morning now Behind the barn, the air smelled of wet grass and gunpowder. "Again," Dante said. He stood three feet away from me, arms crossed and face expressionless, he hadn’t slept, well none of us had. I raised the Glock 19, It was heavier than it looked in movies. The grip felt rough against my palm, digging into my skin. My arms ached from holding it up for the last hour, but I didn’t lower it.