Wear My Dress Meet My Gun Novels & Stories

For just a second she looks young, and intrigued. I fold my arms across my chest and watch. “Leave them,” I say calmly. “And bring champagne. Two glasses.” They nod too fast and retreat like prey. She does not turn away from the dresses. “Try them on,” I tell her. She blinks, looking at me like I have lost my mind. “All of them?” “Yes.” “Why?” She gestures helplessly. “Wasn’t this just about the wedding dress?” I reach into my jacket, pull out my gun, and place it gently on the table between us.

"I'll see for myself what it is about you that's driven the mighty boss of the Dunes completely out of his damn mind." In a blur of motion, he slips a pistol from the pocket of his hoodie and levels it at me. "Put the damn dress on," he orders, jabbing the pistol toward my gown. "You've got ten seconds.”

I was still extremely anxious about not knowing what this meet-up meant but it never deterred me from the idea of going. I fished through my drawers to find a fresh set of lace lingerie, placed them on my body fitting like a glove, accentuating my generous curves. With not many clothing options here, I decided on a black fitted v-neck knee length dress with a black leather jacket and my nude peeped-toed tie-up stiletto's I had with me. ...

“I can’t look all swollen-faced tonight. I’m meeting with Hunter.” I take a deep, shuddering breath and I grease the pan with a harsh swipe of butter. “All I have to do is spend some quality time with Hunter. All these feelings will go away.” I place the skillet on the stove with a definitive clang. I’m fucking Hunter tonight too! Let’s see how Adam survives in my memory after that ~~~ My body’s still dripping wet, the air fills with the chocolate scent of my body spray. It’s time for the dress. I step into it and slowly pull it up, shimmying a little to get it over my hips.

Rico looked like he wanted to argue but stayed silent. The meeting was set for midnight at an old abandoned theater downtown, neutral ground both sides agreed on. I dressed carefully in a black dress. Damien’s favorite knife strapped to my thigh. A small gun in my clutch. My hair was pulled back tight, making me look sharper and meaner. Damien watched me from the bed, his eyes dark with hunger and worry. “You look like a queen ready for war.” I walked over and straddled his lap carefully, mindful of his wounds. “That’s because I am.”

I ran my fingers at the fabric of my dress, under this at my thighs are a small gun the Read gave me before we went here together with my small knife. That already gave me a hint that something is going to happen here. I heaved a sigh and readied myself for whatever plans that these guys have. "Okay, We'll meet you there." He put his phone back to his pockets and opened the car door. He ran at my side and opened it as well "Ready?" He whispered, I just nodded. He wrapped his arms around my waist and guided me towards the staircase of the ship. I looked around as I fixed my earing. There are a lot of guests arriving and I can see some who are familiar with me.

He was a lion in sheep's clothing. "Flip flop!" She yelled and I snapped out of my thousand and one thoughts. "Come, come! I know you'd love these gowns. They are five and I need you to pick two for yourself." "I'm so excited." I smiled and went in with miss Becky. "Oh my goodness! Look at this!" I yelled in excitement, raising a fitted maroon dress. I was so trying this out. I took it with me to the bathroom and heard voices coming from the room and-oh my gosh! Gunshots in the air, they shot Amber. Ok, just joking, forgive me.

On Sundays, I wear a dress for Mum, but otherwise, I’m a no-frills kind of girl. Maybe it was the g****e search I did on Lucas that drove me to go shopping. Whatever it is, I like what I see, this woman looks hot and powerful, and fuck, I feel it. This dress leaves little to the imagination with my curves but covers all the right places. I pair the dress with my new black Manolo’s topped with a gunmetal jewel buckle matching my Jimmy Choo gunmetal clutch.

I need to leave the house, move on and face reality. Maybe after this night, it will all change. My life will change for the better. Then I'll start feeling myself and everything. I huff and adjust the wine transparent bodycon below the knee dress. "I'm coming!" I finally reply her. I grab my bag and walk out of my room to where she was. She was in the kitchen drinking water. She turns to face me with wide eyes. More like a 'wow' look. "This is what we call dress to kill." She says cheerfully.

If I don’t find him within an hour, I will be out of there. Easy peasy. I slipped into a royal blue satin dress with a slit leg. I chose this dress strategically; I could wear a garter belt, concealing my gun discreetly while still being able to reach it with ease. If I was going to meet the Boss of the Russian Mafia, I sure as hell wasn’t going without a gun. Satisfied with my appearance, I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie over the dress. I stuffed my heels into a bag along with a clutch filled with a shitload of cash I’ve taken from the emergency drawer.