Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,18

I wouldn't need to babysit him, which meant I had plenty of time to do more important shit for what was to come.

"William is going to need a new suit," Dimitris casually muttered as he shut his phone off, pressed a button, rolled the window down, and tossed it like it wasn't worth two thousand dollars. The sound of it exploding reached my ears before the window shut. "Different brand from Louis Vuitton."

"Versace? Burberry? Dolce & Gabbana? Valentino?" I offered.

"Dolce & Gabbana literally launched a new line today," Saint spoke up. "Fits William's type of style."

"That," Dimitris concluded. "Willow's going to need a dress. Something grand, that complements her fierceness and shows her wolf tattoo. It has to command all eyes on her."

"Why does this sound like some grand reveal?" I muttered mostly to myself and followed with, "Fendi released an exclusive collection. A particular dress would fit Willow perfectly. Christian Louboutin shoes because they're still on trend. She needs a purse?"

"Not necessary. She won't be carrying a thing."

"I'm assuming I'll be there," I concluded.

"Choose a car and it'll be at your deposal."

"The pink Royce." It was Willow's favorite in her collection.

"No PTSD?" Jayce brought up. We hadn't really addressed that from the car incident.

"She hasn't shown any signs," I pointed out and tried not to acknowledge the flicker of discomfort my statement tried to make me feel. My body wanted me to acknowledge that I'd fucked up, but this wasn't the time or place. "Her Royce is her favorite of her collection. It's also well known by everyone that it's William's favorite car. They see a pink Royce, it's definitely William."

"Royce will be available," Jayce assured me. "Pink Lambo as backup if she has a bad reaction to the sight of it."

That was reasonable enough.

"I'll get those ready then," I declared, then confirmed that Willow's male and female attire would be at her disposal by the morning. "Anything else?"

"Offer Roberto the opportunity to come to tomorrow's plans."

Now that piqued all of our interests.

"Why?" It was Neo who asked the question, and I noticed Dimitris's pink eyes look into the rear-view mirror to acknowledge Neo all the way in the back.

"Tonight, he'll be put in a situation that will determine whether he's an ally or an enemy. If he wants to join what I'm brewing, he'll show up tomorrow and play his role. If not, he can enjoy the fall of his legacy as the Forbidden steal every strand of power he carries. With or without Willow's blessings."

"You're tired of his games." Neo said it like fact.

"I'm tired of him paying for more time in this game called Life," Dimitris whispered. "But if he's hiding something we're unaware of, it's about time we unraveled that present of vital information and see if he's worth the expense of this operation."

That was good enough for me, as it was for the rest of us in the car.

We were only a block away from our destination, and it was time to get into our roles.

"Ready to show them why we're Forbidden Fruit?" The way Dimitris stated the question emphasized the shift in his tone as a darker, more sinister voice leaked off his controlled voice.

"This is going to be fun," Saint hummed.

"Let loose," Jayce encouraged with a slight smile.

"It's all fun and games until a bullet plunges into one's brains," Neo practically hummed. "Save some. I can probably sneak in a painting afterward."

Saint laughed. "Want me around?"

"Sometimes I wonder whether you enjoy Neo's painting sessions more than he does," Jayce noted, not sounding the least bit disgusted.

"When I can't party on the dancefloor after a good raid, hearing a bit of agonizing torture is the next best thing to heavy metal funk," Saint replied. "But to answer, no one gets as much joy as Neo."

"Accurate," Neo replied. "Showtime."

I was positive that was my cue to make the call, and I had a cold smirk on my lips. It was time to reap the thrilling rewards of being an assassin.

Time to be Roberto's saving grace.

3

Prepare The World

~DIMITRIS~

"Doesn't this feel like old times," Saint casually stated after the elevator doors closed.

"You make it seem like we haven't done shit in years," Jayce muttered, cracking his knuckles.

"I'm still sleepy," Neo complained.

"Says the one who got ticked off," I commented.

"Worth it," Neo stated. I couldn't help glancing over my shoulder to acknowledge my blindfolded comrade with that sly grin on his lips. "Always good to have a little reminder now and again to keep everyone in check,