Wear My Dress Meet My Gun Novels & Stories

So be careful. I nod my head, “Yes, copy that.” I put on a lovely, curvy dress that fit well, and then I put a gun in each of my thighs and the pockets of my leather jacket. After painting my lips so red, I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. "It's Red for revenge,"

“This dress isn’t comfortable enough to fight. If you would have let me know then I would have dressed appropriately.” Using the knife she tore through her dress to make it shorter reaching only around the tops of her knees to give her the flexibility to move around easier. Jeivel and Clarissa both were shocked at the unladylike manner she was behaving throwing the material of her beautiful gown to the side she then took out her gun from the other holster on her leg and showing both of it to Jeivel she said, “Look these were gifts from your Alpha, pretty right?”

I walked out from Patt's office and got into my apartment. I quickly took a shower and started to get ready. I took out my long black halter dress. I put on a tight rubber belt on my waist and slipped the gun there. I put the dress on to check if it's visible or not. It's not because the dress is not that tight on my body. It has a high slit so people won't get suspicious with me

He placed his cup on the table then straightened his suit jacket and let without another word. Lindy had her breakfast then when she was done, she went to look for something suitable to wear in this meeting, she didn’t know what to expect but with rival cartel bosses meeting, what is there not to expect? Violence and everything in between is to be expected and she had to be prepared for anything. She chose a long black dress with an opening on the side going from her thigh all the way down. This dress was going to be easy to open and for her to hide a gun and knives.

Thank God I packed extra clothes in case our meeting extended. I quickly picked out a white dress shirt and denim jeans. My last dress was already ruined when Reed took me in the woods. I bit my lip as the flashes of us fucking across the lake passed in front of my eyes. I don’t want this shirt to get messy. It is one of my favourites. I already changed two dresses for a day. I quickly get undressed and wore the shirt and the jeans before facing in the mirror.

"By the way where are we going now, is it necessary to wear dress, it will become difficult for me to fight if something happens..." She asked unzipping her suitcase. He let out a small laugh. "Don't worry baby and you don't have to fight with anyone, he is the Italian mafia and one of my close friend. We were in the same college. Plus you are coming as my girlfriend not a bodyguard so yes you will wear a dress and not a suit." "College friend?... You were in a mafia College or what ?..." She chuckled and started getting ready for the night. She wore her black dress which she brought yesterday, she kept her makeup natural and wore black high heels and tied the gun Holster around her thighs.

Standing up I walked to my dress laid on my bed “where is he?” “He's on the porch with Mr Ben ma'am” she answered quickly. “Tell him I will be done soon, I don't need your assistance” taking my dress I walked in my closet. I hear my maid say yes ma'am and her footsteps, I look at myself in my full mirror “we’ll deal with this after the party” smiling. I got out of the car with my Dad and Uncle Ben by my side, my red lace gown flowed down and hugged me in the right places. I will have to thank my mom for that later and I wouldn't forget to put my shotgun on my thigh. We never know what may happen.

“Or am I just happy to see you?” I shake my head. “That doesn’t even make sense.” Gunsyn looks me up and down. “Well, I guess that answers that question.” “What question?” He smiles. “Whether that dress would do you justice or not.” I feel my cheeks go warm, blushing in an attempt to turn the same color as the fabric clinging to my body. I’m not wearing a bra and have to turn away as I feel my nipples go hard. “Yes, it looks good from behind too,” Gunsyn remarks.

“Ooh, fancy! Can I wear explosives?” “No,” Ace and Esther said in unison. I stood, my chair scraping. “I’ll need a dress. Something that screams ‘shoot me, I’m vulnerable.’” Ace’s jaw twitched. “Or something bulletproof.” “Bulletproof itchy,” Sky offered. “Trust me.” Esther sighed. “I’ll handle the wardrobe. You handle not dying.” --- The dress was black, backless, and lined with Kevlar. Valerie zipped me up, her reflection smirking in the mirror. “If you die, can I have your shoes?”

I slowly fell asleep, Damon still on my mind. I could kill Trish right now, I thought to myself as I stared uncomfortably at the dress I was wearing for the millionth time. How could I have even trusted her in the first place? I checked myself out in the lengthy mirror in the room. The dress was a black and so long it dragged across the floor. It had two thin straps that crossed at the back. The light material that it was made up of was no where to be found at the back, leaving my back completely bare