Page 76 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Standing in my underwear, I inspect myself in the mirror. The white laced corset makes my breasts pop and I look fantastic.

“Knock, knock,” comes Case’s voice, and he steps into the room. His emerald eyes roam over my body, Adam’s apple jumping as he swallows down whatever he was going to say.

“Um . . . wow . . . I just wanted to come and make sure you’re okay.”

I nod, taking the time to appreciate Case in a suit, smiling at his choice of outfit. He is in beautifully pressed suit pants,matched with a white button-up, rolled to his elbows to show off his colourful skin. His tie hangs loose around his neck, and of course, he is wearing black Converse. I really should have noticed the connection to Kai sooner.

“You look pretty good yourself,” I say, trying to control myself from jumping into his arms.

“I can confidently say that you look a hell of a lot better than I do. But I hope you plan to wear a dress.”

I chuckle at him and point to the dress. It’s a coral A-line that dips low in the front, with a generous split up the leg, and my favourite part—it has sleeves.

Case unhooks the dress from its hanger and helps me step into it, zipping me up. Mrs Myers did well—it fits perfectly. I slip my feet into a pair of gold Louboutin heels, bringing my outfit together perfectly.

“Stay close to one of the guys all night, and if anything happens, know it’s us playing our part. The plan is for us to cause a fight and then I will storm upstairs, making an obvious exit, and I’ll slip back in later. Kai also has to sneak out to scan the building, but he will be back quickly. We need to keep our eyes on Mr Z all night.”

I nod in agreement and Case holds out his arm for me. We were told to be ready by seven, so the limos will be waiting.

We head downstairs, arm in arm. As we descend the stairs, Mrs Myers clears her throat and Boston, Laughn, Davis, Marlow, and Brennan all turn to face us. Butterflies flutter low in my stomach, and a memory overwhelms me unexpectedly.

“I don’t wanna go,” I sulk. “I hate these stupid parties and dresses. Why can’t I wear sneakers? Case gets to wear his.”

“Because you are the star of the show. You are the most important person in this whole organisation. Besides me, of course.”

“But why?” I ask, not understanding.

“Because all these people have paid lots of money to help us. They want to see their investments.”

“They can just watch the guys. They are better at everything than me.”

“They are replaceable. You, my dear, are one of a kind.”

“That makes no sense, Mr Z. I’m just a regular girl.”

“It will one day,” he replies.

“It’s still not fair. This dress is itchy, and these shoes are giving me blisters,” I complain, hating that I have to dress up.

“Are you okay?” Case’s deep voice brings me back to the present moment.

“Yep, just remembering how much I hated these things.”

“I feel you. We are basically a bunch of circus animals putting on a show for the incredibly wealthy. Just remember to only speak when spoken to, and when engaging in conversation, always talk about them and their interests. It makes for an easier night. They honestly don’t give a shit what we do; they just want to look good and donate more money than their rivals.”

We reach the bottom of the stairs and Case keeps a protective arm linked around mine.

Laughn steps forward and smiles. “You look absolutely stunning in that dress, but I plan to rip it off later with my?—”

“Laughn Taylor! You watch your manners, young man. That’s not how you talk to a lady in front of company. Now let’s go so we are there on time—I don’t need Elizabeth to yap on about us being late. I already have a headache starting to form just thinking about spending an evening with her.”

I hide a smirk from Mrs Myers, as we all follow her outside where there are two limos waiting. Mr and Mrs Myers head towards the one in the front, and Mrs Myers turns to look back at Laughn, giving him a glare that saysbehave. He responds by squeezing my ass. I shake my head and swat his hand away.

All the guys pile into our limo—Brennan helping me in—and I’m seated between Boston and Davis. Both guys’ legs are pressed close to mine, and my mind goes straight to the gutter, being surrounded by six incredibly hot guys. I thank the stars the other three will meet us there to avoid suspicion, and Trace, well, we have no idea what Mr Z officially plans to do with him. If he brings him, he doesn’t know I have my memories back and can’t manipulate us that way. So, we are pretty sure that he will be left wherever he is being held.

We pull up outside a very prestigious looking hotel. It screams wealth, from the red carpet to the gold accents on the ropes manned by a beefed-up security guard. The driver exits the car and comes to open the door. Marlow is the first out and extends his hand for me to take.

The Olympia Hotel logo shines bright overhead. I now get the Gods reference, but the fact that the name is spelt incorrectly tells me it’s intentional. I snort at the connection.

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