Page 119 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

I step into the en suite and look at myself in the mirror. The sight makes me grimace—I look like a coked-out hooker on a good day. Fuck, maybe if I look like this, they might want to steer clear of me. I go about my business peeing and brushing my teeth, but a shower is going to have to wait until I get some pain meds and food into my stomach.

By the time I leave the bathroom, both guys have disappeared. I head downstairs and find everyone gathered in the kitchen, Brennan dressed in his usual suit and making coffee. Chester has underwear on now, at least, but it still isn’t helping my cause. I’m horny as hell now living with five men who are all equally hot in their own ways. Then seeing them half naked makes me daydream about doing really bad things with them, all while fighting an internal war about how I can’t forgive them. Creed’s eyes darken as he takes me in, and I realise it’shis shirt that I’m wearing. I smirk up at him while biting my lip.Take that, sucker.

Kai lifts his head from the table, catching my attention, and I can’t help but double over in laughter. I don’t understand what he is wearing. He looks like a dad on damn vacation, and if he is wearing his stupid crocs again, they’re going to vanish. What man in his twenties wears them? I understand their practicality but just... no.

Trace quietly sits at the breakfast bar with his back to me. We haven’t really spoken since I’ve been back, and honestly, I don’t know if either of us has much to say.

Brennan slides a coffee in front of me alongside some little green pills. Normal crap doesn’t work for me. At least I know why now and am thankful they have something to help take the edge off. As a sufferer of excruciating period pain, I’m grateful I won’t have to deal with that anymore. Apparently, no amount of genetic engineering can stop a girl from the agony of her monthlies. Speaking of, I better pick up some tampons.

“You look as bad as I feel,” Kai whispers from across the table, sliding his sunglasses off his face.

“I need everyone to sit down.” Brennan clears his throat and looks pointedly at each of us.

We all take our seats and wait, Trace even moving to join us at the table. Once Brennan has all our attention, he licks his lips and takes a deep breath in.

“Mr Z sent me an email this morning. We have our first assignment as a team.”

“What? No, we haven’t even started to train as a team yet and he knows that!” Trace yells, his tone way too aggressive for the situation at hand. Something is going on with him.

“He is testing our ability to keep Jolie safe and in line. This is for us and not her. But, as usual, he has given us our instructionsand we need to do as outlined. We leave tonight. Kai and Jolie, go shower, sleep, whatever you need to do to sober up.”

“Together?” Kai inquires, waggling his eyebrows. I flip him off and he laughs. “Just kidding, I know all the tricks to feeling better. Finish your coffee and I’ll order in some food.”

Creed excuses himself, stating he has some work to do in the morgue, while Chester mumbles something about going back to bed, and Trace just walks off without saying a word. Brennan’s phone buzzes, and he goes into the other room to answer it.

Olly jumps up onto the table and hisses at Kai. “Piss off, you wrinkly devil.”

“Hey, you leave him alone,” I admonish, and Olly struts over to me and dips his head for a scratch.

I stand and pick him up, heading for the living room. Before I flop onto the couch, I place Olly down, where he promptly curls up on a throw pillow. Kai joins me, picking up my legs and taking a seat on the couch, then resting my legs across his lap.

“What’s the deal with this mission?”

Kai chuckles. “You make it sound so much more exciting than it is. Occasionally, certain teams get assignments. We expected them to come now that we have you, but we thought we had more time to train as a team before that happened. Previously, we wouldn’t have group assignments since we were technically handlers. Mr Z may have singled us out due to our abilities if a team needed our help, especially after you left, but now you’re back. It shouldn’t be anything too complicated since he didn’t give us notice and we have you with us.”

“And we just have to do what he asks?” I raise an inquisitive brow.

“That’s the general idea. Other teams do it because they want to. Us, though, we don’t really believe we have a choice. We were created, and now it’s time for us to shine. I know it’s hard for youto believe, but we like what we do—we just don’t like that man at the top.”

“I don’t even know the full list of my abilities.” Whining, I change the subject. Honestly, I don’t want to get into it about Mr Z right now. He can go eat a bag of dicks and choke on them for all I care, but I definitely want a front-row seat to that show.

“Don’t worry about it. You just turn up, look pretty, and leave the rest to us.” He winks.

“Oh yeah, and what’s your best ability, huh?”

“It’s very similar to x-ray vision, but I don’t have the best control over it. Luckily for me, I’m really good at sneaking up on people when I need to. It helps that I’m not six foot six and built like a biker.”

“Are you shitting me? That’s awesome! Why did you guys all get the good stuff?”

Kai laughs and finishes ordering us food, then at the flick of a button, a TV raises up from within the damn wall. He picks some random movie and we both just chill, curled up on the couch in our little bubble until our food gets here.

Kai and I spent a few hours relaxing, eating food, and then he made some horrible concoction that he claims helps with hangovers. I now know why—it’s so damn revolting that my stomach recoiled as soon as it went down and then it came straight back up.

I came upstairs an hour ago to get dressed when Brennan informed me he had my outfit sent up to my room. Normally I would kick up a stink about a man dictating what I wear, especially when this is the second time—first Mr Z, and now Brennan—but I figure this is a job and I want to prove my worth.If I’m ever going to get close enough to my biological father to make him believe I’m on his side, I need to learn to rein in my temper tantrums.

I pull the dress out of the garment bag and reconsider that tantrum. There is barely any material, and there’s no way I will be able to wear any underwear. I drop my towel and shimmy into the dress. It’s blood red, crosses at the front, and ties behind my neck—leaving my cleavage on full display and my ass barely covered. The front is tight enough that my breasts look fantastic and pop.

The shoe box that accompanies the garment bag has a pair of matching red heels and I slip them onto my feet. They’re a lot more comfortable than they appear, and damn, they make my legs look great. After I finish applying my makeup, there’s a knock at the door and Brennan pops his head in. He takes his time looking over my outfit, lust filling his eyes. He clears his throat, and the lust disperses as he pulls himself together.

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