Sweet Pain (Amatucci Family #3) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,126
too long is going to die. And for every man who looks at you too long, I’m going to fuck you and not let you come.” I smacked a kiss to her lips before I pulled away.
“Hey! That’s not fair.”
I shook my head. Raised a finger. “Doesn’t matter. You could have chosen to wear something else.” I looked her up and down. Bit my tongue to keep from lunging for her. “That silly excuse for a dress either gets burned or put in my side of the closet for later.”
She pouted at me.
I straightened my tie, shot my sleeves.
She snarled. “Fine, then I get to give you BJs for every woman who looks at you. For each one who licks her lips, you don’t get to come.”
My mouth dropped open.
She held a finger up in the air. “Doesn’t matter. You could have chosen to wear something else.”
I burst into laughter, hauled her into my arms. “Your jealousy is hot. Fine. Just make sure you keep an accurate count.” I kissed her.
“You two ready or what?” Tali yelled through the bedroom sliding doors.
Willow sighed against my lips. As she pulled back, she swiped her thumb over the corner of my mouth. “Coming, T.”
I grumbled. “Just not the way I’d prefer at the moment.”
Willow laughed. “Let’s go and get this party started.” She held out a hand for me.
I grabbed it and our jackets. “Let’s go take down some monsters.”
Chapter 38 – Willow
The party was stunning. This year’s theme was Gold. The fiftieth anniversary of the Chase Foundation. I bit back the rage that wanted to fire from my mouth. It wasn’t quite time.
Ryker scooted out of the limo, turned and helped me out. Paparazzo and the media were everywhere. The blinding glare of their flashes caused me to grip Ryker’s hand so I could walk when I couldn’t see where I was going. A long line of party waiters stood between the guests and the cameras.
“Willow Chase! How many years has it been since you’ve been to your parents’ gala?” someone shouted.
“Willow! Who are you wearing?” a shrill female voice asked.
“Willow, where have you been hiding?”
“Ryker, do you have any comment on the police presence at Penn Towers?”
“Willow, where’s your ex-husband?”
I clenched my hand in Ryker’s as the last question landed. These vultures were only interested in eliciting a reaction. I was bound and determined that the only reactions they’d be getting from me was triumph as my parents were frog walked out of here by Jerrod’s team of police.
We finally made it through the doors. We’d planned to all arrive separately so as not to bring any more scrutiny on our group than possible. If I remembered our schedule correctly, Tali and Foster were supposed to be here already.
Momma and Papa never showed up, so Rafe and Mas were coming together. Nik and Turo were arriving with Nico and Jessa. I couldn’t wait to have our whole group here. I wanted this night to be done. But I also wanted to relish it.
I was a mass of conflicting nerves and cramping. Stupid period. At least Jessa had given me a handful of supplements. Calcium lactate. I was waiting for it to kick in.
A suited waiter walked by, champagne on his tray. Even the thought of alcohol in this public space made me want to vomit. I would be getting my soda water and lime and praying my cramps would go away.
I spotted my parents across the ballroom. I raised a hand to my mother, shot her a smile.
Her frown was perfect. Exactly what I wanted when I picked out the dress. Tali had been heartbroken that I hadn’t worn the red and black lace number she’d bought. But I couldn’t pass this one up when we’d all gone shopping with Jessa yesterday.
Store after store. We were down to the last option before we had to go into the City. None of us wanted that.
“Come on, we’ve got to try it. Because if I have to go into the City, you’re all coming with me,” Jessa had snarled.
We all obediently trailed after her through the doors. As soon as my vision acclimated to the darkened interior, I’d seen it. The dress that would be the humiliation on top of the shit cake we were going to serve my parents.
It was black, mostly see through, and the parts that were opaque had probably been designed by a BDSM group. It had more laces than a set of sneakers and was tight enough