“Not as hideous as my scars apparently,” she explained and I could see the flash of hurt and hatred in her eyes at admitting the reason for her wearing this heap of fabric.
“Fuck anyone who thinks that,” I snarled, anger coursing through me at the reason for her wearing this thing. “Your scars only enhance your beauty, my savage girl. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”
She nodded firmly then reached up and unhooked the heavy choker necklace from her throat, tossing it to the floor and stamping her heel on it.
I ached to lean forward and kiss her, but with Hernandez already on the hunt, we didn’t have time to waste. Sloan and Rocco needed to get the fuck out of here as fast as possible.
I finally undid enough of the dress to be able to pull it off of her and I groaned with longing as I took her in, standing there in her underwear.
“Let us get out of here first, stronzo,” Rocco barked. “Then you’ll have twenty minutes to kill however the fuck you like.“
I cursed him half-heartedly as I offered Winter’s dress to Sloan, not looking at her as my gaze stayed fixed on my girl. Sloan switched the dresses over and I offered her green satin piece to Winter instead. She took it, holding it to her chest just as Sloan started cursing.
“What in the hell is this fugly thing?” she said as a Rocco began buttoning her into it and I couldn’t help but laugh as I glanced over at her in the swathes of navy material which looked more suited to being worn by a great grandmother at a funeral than a beautiful woman at an elaborate ball.
“I’ll rip it off of you with my teeth when we get home and show you how sexy it can be, principessa,” Rocco promised her and she laughed as she adjusted her red wig, casting glances at Winter’s hair so that she could style it as similarly as possible.
“You’re going to make him follow you?” Winter gasped as she fully grasped what was going on and Sloan offered her a reassuring smile.
“Yeah, but don’t worry about me, I’ve got a flick knife ready to go and the most aggressive guard dog in the city holding my hand.” She smiled at Rocco as he finished buttoning her dress and pressed a kiss to her lips hungrily.
“Damn straight you do, wife,” he said to her. “And I think I’ll let you keep that wig on when we get home too, I can pretend to be shocked that it’s not your natural colour when I get between your thighs.”
Sloan smacked him as she feigned acting outraged and he nipped at her ear with a possessive growl that said he was only half joking. Sloan took Winter’s mask from her, leaving her own beside the sink as she completed her transformation and I was left looking at every perfect inch of my savage girl’s beautiful face at last.
“Time to go,” I said firmly, grabbing my brother by the shoulder and shoving him towards the door.
“Okay, okay,” Rocco agreed, holding his arm out for Sloan and wrapping it around her waist as she stepped into him. “I’ll text you once we make it outside with them tailing us. Fabio has the getaway car warmed up across the street. We’ll meet you back at Frankie’s when it’s done.”
“Good luck,” I said seriously, looking between the two of them as they headed out of the restroom again and the door slowly swung closed behind them.
Silence hung thick and heavy in their wake and I slowly turned to look back at my savage girl.
It had been so long since we’d seen each other, too long since we’d been alone and every single moment that I’d spent hunting for her, aching for her, just seemed to lead me to this. And now I didn’t know what to say or do first to show her just how much she meant to me.
Neither of us said a word and the air in the small room seemed to grow heavy with expectation as we just looked at each other, drinking one another in and tasting the desire that was building between us.
Winter still gripped Sloan’s dress to her chest, but her fingers slowly loosened on the fabric until she dropped it and it slipped down over the curves of her body like a spill of water so that she was