Page 71 of Serenity

“He’s wearing a mask. The Scream mask,” she revealed.

“Which one?”

“Sincere.”

“That’s a problem?” I asked.

“Not for me. But I told his ex he wouldn’t be and—never mind. It’s not my drama to unfold.”

Smoothing over her dress, she took a gander at me. Eyed me the fuck down like she wanted me.

“You look good.”

“Don’t I always?” I teased, prompting a laugh from her throat. “You look amazing too. Stop shifting that dress before I find somewhere to shift it off of you.”

“That sounds promising. Don’t tempt me.”

“I’ll behave because I know you’re working,” I promised. “But don’t push it.”

Despite our light banter, the scent of stress seasoned the air around us. Something was still dampening her mood.

“You all set for the auction?”

“Yeah. All the participants are here save for one,” she rolled her eyes.

“Aw shit. You need me to take the stage, Bee?”

Delicate and easy, she laughed.

“It’s nothing, really. The problem is my brother. If he’d stop sticking his dick in everything, she would probably be here right now. That’s what’s holding up our start.”

“She?”

“Luna. His ex.”

“Not your laundry nor your load, Bee.”

Side-by-side, we stood for several moments in silence, watching the crowd. Then Serenity gasped. Her eyes widened at the entry of a thick, dark-skinned curvy woman with an ass to feed the needy. Dressed in a short red dress with hair styled in pin curls, I immediately assumed she was Betty Boop. Issuing a noncommittal wave at Serenity, she headed in the direction of a group of women nearby.

“She’s here! Thank God. I thought we might have to put you on the stage, Reni.” From behind, a woman I recognized as Saint’s wife, Tori, approached us.

“Serenity wouldn’t be getting on that stage regardless of the outcome,” I clipped with confidence. No man, woman, or child would be taking my woman on a date.

Mine.

“Well, excuse me, Mr. Stepford.”

“Your excusal isn’t necessary, Mrs. Miller. I’m simply stating facts.”

“Serenity is right here, and she doesn’t appreciate the two of you having a conversation like I don’t exist,” Bee fussed.

Arms crossed with her weight tossed to a single side of her frame, Tori issued a knowing smirk. “I guess it’s a good thing Luna brought her ass on then. Come on, Boo. Let’s get to the back to get ready.”

Along with a handful of other costumed women, Serenity disappeared to prep for the auction. As I took in the crowd, a familiar figure dressed as Jason Vorhees appeared by my side.

“You two seem to be doing pretty well.”

Immediately, I identified the sound of the voice behind the mask. Supreme.

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