Emerson Pierce didn't want love, she wanted to be loved. And nobody understood how entirely different that was like Dante DeVanna. From found family and vulnerability to heartbreak and death, join Emerson and Dante on their journey to revenge and pe...
As we stepped out, I took the key from my clutch. Dante had given Elle and I our stuff back after he'd retrieved it from the hotel we booked the night of the original raid. So therefore we both had some of our clothes, belongings and more importantly credit cards and keys. I swung the key around my finger impatiently as everyone climbed out of the car.
"Ok, now I get that you've all done undercover and infiltration jobs before but for the rest of the class... Let's run through the plan, one more time." As the guys adjusted their suit jackets, Elle was fixing Arianna's hair. They all nodded at me to continue.
"As of right now, this is purely recon. And while a fight isn't on the list of things I planned for this, I don't doubt that there could be one so have your weapons ready." I looked at Eloise. "As soon as you sense that there could be something wrong, you get the case from upstairs, ok?"
"Got it, Em." She responded sharply.
"Blend in, if we stand awkwardly at the side we risk people talking to us. And I worry that, Dante, people could recognise you and with Elle and I we could be noticed too. So masks on until either I take mine off or I'll give a signal." I said, making sure my knives were attacked to my thigh.
Considering my burns were still healing, I went for a dark green long sleeved dress. The top half was loose, the space limiting what touched my burns but the deep neckline allowed my generous breasts to make up for the lack of showing skin. It was relatively plain, and adorned a sash of the same fabric across my waist. This begun the stream of lighter fabric which flowed down my legs. A long slit stretched down the side, allowing my tanned legs to protrude elegantly.
Gold hoops sat in my ears, an extra weight I'd grown more than accustomed to. The simple accessory complimenting my gold heels perfectly.
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I felt good. I felt confident. And I felt ready to find out what the fuck was going on.
As I stared at the back entrance, the faint sound of music flowing from it, a hand snaked round my waist and gripped my hip softly. I hummed happily and turned my head to look at the gorgeous man that had captured my attention these past weeks.
"Hi." I said softly, laying my hand on top of his and letting my fingers rest in the gaps of his.
"You ok?" He responded, turning my body to face him.
"Yeah, just... conflicted. Whatever my father is doing can't be good." I shook my head and sighed, plastering a smile across my glossed lips. "I'm sure I'm being paranoid, but hey... at least you are seeing where I grew up."
Despite the comment about the house, his eyes stayed on mine, his hand stayed on my waist and his place stayed the same.
"You know, you look very pretty tonight." He whispered, tucking a strand of curled hair behind my ear. My eyes looked away, a blush rising to my cheeks - a reflex I'd grown accustomed to around him. But when I looked back at him, the smile I wore shrunk to a fully genuine glance.
