**** Book 3/3 of the Bartending Trilogy ****
With a new life in the world to protect, will Hazel's men be able to protect both her and their new baby girl?
Protect them, or die trying.
+++ This is not a standalone book. It is part of a series that...
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Finally.
Today is my day.
No one can stop me now.
My lips curve into a grin as I push past the door, the beep of the alarm sending a rush to my system.
The cold air bites at my skin, a welcome chill to contrast the sticky-hot temperature of the wards.
Lurching forward, I run into the awaiting SUV, nodding once to my old driver as he closes the door behind me.
As soon as I sit on the cool, black leather seat, I reach for the clothes next to me. Without a care in the world, I shed the uncomfortable hospital gown, swapping it for a leather jacket and black figure-hugging mini dress.
Using the compact mirror in my old makeup bag, I apply my makeup swiftly, like the art never left me in all those hours of useless group therapy.
I smirk at my reflection as I finish my red lip, feeling like myself again.
Fuck you for putting me here.
I'm coming for you.
The engine rumbles to life and we pull away from the curb, my feet tapping against the floor as we drive towards my house again.
I don't wait for the car to fully come to a stop before I'm jumping out of the backseat and running back into my mansion.
My louboutins click against the marble floor and I inhale, my shoulders relaxing when I see the place looking exactly how I left it.
Sighing to myself, I let my fingers brush against the wall details as I head into my sitting room, taking my rightful place in the black velvet throne I had commissioned for myself a while back.
"Mistress," Feliz bows his head as he walks in, his eyes lighting up as I call him over with the flick of my finger.
"I need nails and hair before I can even think about talking shop," I whisper seductively in his ear as he bends down to me.
Nodding his head again, he puts his thumb and finger in his mouth, whistling. On cue, two stylists run in and immediately get to work on my hands and hair.
"Get me updated, Feliz," I bark as he sits tentatively on the sofa across from me.
"In front of them, Mistress?" his eyes flicker between the two women servicing my current needs.
I shrug, taking a sip of the red wine someone fetched for me.
"Their lives do depend on how well they satisfy me," I trail my finger lightly down the nail tech's face, winking at her as she looks me in the eye, her face blushing at my touch.
"We did as you asked, Mistress. We have both the Russians in our custody," he flicks between the pages in his notebook.
"How difficult was it?" I purse my lips to hide my smirk.
