and tossed aside. He thinks I give a shit about being naked?
“This dress is ugly as hell,” I say, and several of the boys chuckle.
“Yeah, well, my mother is the queen of the designer label. Never said she had any fashion sense. She buys whatever's the most expensive, doesn't care what it looks like.”
“It's your funeral,” I mimic, staring at him with a blank expression as I shrug my leather jacket off. It falls to the floor in a heap, and I exhale. Here goes nothing.
My fingers curl under the hem of my shirt, and I tear it over my head. That dress won't work with a bra, so I reach back and unclasp the hook, letting the cups fall forward and slide to the floor.
“Jesus,” Vic grumbles, rubbing his hand over his mouth. Oscar takes notes on his iPad before glancing up at me like he's bored, like he couldn’t care less that my bare tits are hanging out.
“Like what you see?” I ask sneakily, but Oscar just gives me this tight, little smile that infuriates me to no end.
“I prefer my women with bigger breasts,” he replies smoothly, and I grit my teeth, reaching down to flick open the button on my jeans.
“I prefer my men to be able to hold their own in a fight,” I fire back, and Oscar's brows go up as Hael howls with laughter. Vic grins, and I turn away, noticing that Aaron's watching me with a severe frown. Callum, meanwhile, just smiles, almost sweetly.
With a quiet breath, I kick my boots off and shove my jeans down my hips, leaving my panties in place. Nobody complains as I unzip the dress and wiggle into it.
“Allow me,” Vic says, moving over and putting his huge, inked hands on my waist. A fire rips through me, and I close my eyes. It feels good when he touches me, too good. I don't like it. Makes me nervous, all that fire and tension.
He zips me up and then steps back as I turn around to face him.
The white dress hugs my curves and reveals just enough skin to be sexy without showing off too much of my ink.
The expression on Victor's face says it all: he likes this dress. A lot.
“Shit, that's hot,” he murmurs, rubbing at his chin again. Seems to be a tell of his for when he's deep in thought. In that case, I don't have to worry about seeing too much of it, huh? “But is it too hot? My mom is a serious bitch. She might feel intimidated if you look too pretty.”
A frown turns down the corners of my lips.
“You're shitting me, right? Your mom gets jealous of your girlfriends?”
“Never had a girlfriend. And you,” he touches his fingers to the side of my face, “you are not my girlfriend: you're my fiancée. Oscar, let's find something more … matronly.”
“What a shame,” Hael murmurs, his big body leaned up against the door, like some sort of royal guard. “I like the white one.” His brown eyes track over me, making me shiver; I can feel the heat in them from here.
“We'll get two,” Vic agrees, jaw working as he watches me. “Billie and her brothers owe me money anyhow.”
Oscar selects another dress, something that reminds me of an outfit my great-grandmother might’ve worn to church on Sunday when the family was still rich. Did I mention she was ninety-nine years old when she passed? And buried in a dress similar to this, kid you not.
As I'm shedding the white dress for the weird muumuu thing, a man passes by the exterior window and pauses to look in at me as I clamp my arms over my chest in an attempt to cover my breasts.
“Oh, hell no,” Hael says as he pushes up off the door and goes for the window with Callum in tow.
Hael shoves the window open and hops out as the man starts to run. The two Havoc boys take off after him as I gape in surprise.
“What the fuck is going on?” I choke out as Aaron steps up to stand beside me.
“That's Kyler Ensbrook. We have unresolved shit with him and his brother.” Aaron pauses dramatically and then swings his green-gold eyes down to my face, like there's something here left unsaid but he's not going to be the one to say it.
“That, sure,” Vic starts as he glances back at me. “But mostly it's because nobody looks at our fucking girl without consequence.” Vic