↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐕 ー 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥

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Stepping into the house with a tote bag over one shoulder and another in her right hand, Sierra's presence brings the discussion to an end.

"Oh." She stares at the handful of tattooed, oversized men on the couch. Each of them eye her up and down. "We're having another get together. Isn't that just... wonderful."

Kaden follows her into the kitchen where she places the bags onto the island. Her designer purse sits proudly next to themー a gift from her beloved while he was out the other day. Saw it and thought of you he told her.

"They just came to talk," he assures, knowing she'll overthink otherwise.

"I know." She nods while beginning to empty the bags. "Just not a fan of them being near Hope."

"Hope's fine, she just sleeps all day." He shrugs a shoulder. "We've got our eyes on her."

"Just like that I'm reassured. Hey grumpy," she calls and Grayson's head turns, hands closing around the box thrown across the space between them. A murmured nice can be heard as he leans back, tearing it open to dig into the snacks.

"Actually, I disagree." The largest of the group leans forwards and removes the toothpick from between his lips. "We could use her."

Overhearing his comment, Sierra pokes her head out from behind Kaden's shoulder. Brows arching. "Excuse you." She places a manicured hand on her hip.

"Keep your lace on princess." Grayson leans back on an elbow, swiftly working through another mouthful. "He meant use you for the plan to work."

Sierra then grits, "What plan?"

"A couple old friends of ours are heading back into the city as we speak. We'd like to make the first move," the other man explains.

"More of your friends. How lovely. Why don't we just invite them round too?"

"I told you to trust me," Kaden recites lightly.

"I do. We never established I had to like it."

"You don't have to. She's not getting involved," he tells them loud and clear.

"Could be over a whole lot quicker if she did," the other rasps.

"What do you want me to do exactly? Walk up to them in broad daylight? Maybe give them a show too while I'm at it?"

"I wouldn't complain," Grayson mutters.

"All we'd need you to do is be out in the open. Somewhere public where they'll see you, nothing strenuous."

She scoffs. "You're messing with me. Nothing is ever that simple. You want me to just stand out in the street and let them come to me?"

"Stand there lookin' pretty and we'll take care of the rest. We don't wanna risk scarin' 'im off."

Sierra narrows her eyes. "What's your name?"

"Rogue. Why?"

"I just wanted to know who I'll be dropping in the mud if this goes south."