Page 195 of Wild Card

“It should be me.”

All eyes swing my way, all of them flaming ‘are you fucking kidding?’

“This is my problem. I can’t ask any of you to stick your neck out and deal with Rylee’s brand of crazy.”

“We may not be able to scale buildings…” Jewls starts.

“Or take down Columbian cartels and kidnappers…” Harley cuts in.

“Or stop the spread of illegal drugs, guns, and sex-trafficking in the city…” Rowan ticks her fingers.

“Not to mention, running some of the highest security operations in this country…” Ember adds her plug.

“But we are skilled in taking down petty, jealous, spoiled bitches who need to learn their lesson. I’ve earned my degree in Rylee’s brand of crazy.” Shayla squares her shoulders. “I’ll put on a wig and dress like country club royalty.”

“That may actually work!” Harley claps.

“Guys—” I’m shut down by Jewls’ hand to my face.

“These guys don’t get all the glory. I came prepared.” She indicates a bag behind the counter.

“What is that?”

“Our outfits.”

“We need outfits?”

“This isn’t our first rodeo.”

I tip my chin, not sure I understand. “You’ve run a successful sting before?”

“Depends on what you mean by successful. We’ve had our share of luck. It’s how Shayla met Collin.”

“Really?” I glance at Shayla.

“Technically, yes, but the story is much more fun with alcohol. Since I need to get into character, it will have to wait.”

“And I kinda did take down a drug dealer one time.” Ember brightens.

Before I can ask anything further, Jewls yanks me with her, grabbing the bag and shutting us in a dressing room.

She throws clothes over the door, instructing everyone to get dressed. “Good thing you’re already in black leggings.” She hands me a black turtleneck.

“It’s warm outside.”

“Suck it up. We’re incognito.”

I change without further question, taking the black beanie she offers.

We walk out and see the others are dressed identically.

“We look like sprockets.”

Harley and Jewls cackle, Harley’s very pregnant stomach shaking until she doubles over.

“Talon said the same thing the first time,” Jewls informs me.

“First time? What exactly are we doing dressed like a Saturday Night Live skit?”

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