Page 7 of Infiltrated

“Buttons” by the PussyCat Dolls started blasting from the radio, and this motherfucker was not going to intrude on my post-work time.

“I can handle several things,” I purred menacingly. Still not getting the hint, desire lit his eyes as he tried to get his belly into the booth.

“I’m sure you can, sweetheart. Why don’t we grab a private room? I have quite a bit of money for a lonely girl like you,” he wheezed out.

I took out the blade from my boot and twirled it around my fingers, sighing and settling back.

“Want to make a wager that the only lonely thing here will be one of your balls once I slice off the other?” I gave him a glare, and he yelped, scampering away.

I laughed as he wheezed about crazy bitches and went to reach for my first shot when a prickle of awareness hit my internal,fuck this shit, sensors. I looked back toward the door, and yup, just my luck the fucking Shadows from the other night we here. I rubbed my temples as I told myself that we needed information and the Elite were the perfect opportunity. Didn’t mean I had to love the idea of it all. But other than the vigilante talk, there had been nothing about recruitment. At least these fuckers would be a cesspool of information. I smirked, and my inner bitch did a dance.

They noticed me at the exact same time and moved as a unit toward the bar. Shots temporarily forgotten, I studied them and I wasn’t shy about it either, I looked…they looked back. They called to me in a deep way, my heart started to race and I groaned. I was not in the mood for any type of pull with any Shadowy motherfuckers. I opened my mental link with Pixie so she could see, hear, and feel what was happening.

Did you feel that by any chance? When they walked up to the bar?I whispered in her mind.

I felt something alright, another complication. We will figure it out, she answered.

They seemed to communicate with their eyes and they started to walk toward me. Very militant, these guys can use a little stress reliever.Yeah, me,Pixie whispered in my head. I laughed and I had to tell my inner hussy to calm the fuck down. Mr. Spanish Wet Dream WTF sauntered up to my booth and started speaking. Yeah, I have no idea what the fuck he said because I was too busy having ear sex with his voice.

“Yeah, sorry repeat that, the music is kinda loud,” I said.

“Hmmm, I asked if you’d mind if me and my brothers sit with you, you have the best booth here.” He smiled knowingly and winked.

“Well yeah, because it’s my booth,” I said plainly.

Dimitri chose that time to speak up and his dark voice sent shivers of trepidation down my spine,fuck yes I can be tied up and fucked with that voice.“Your booth?”

I laughed huskily and leaned forward, showing off my cleavage, and tossed my purple hair back. “Yes, my booth.” I rolled my eyes.

He let out a surprised laugh while the others were fighting a smirk.

“May we sit with you?” Ever the gentleman. My inner bitch doesn’t like gentle but was willing to train him.

I nodded toward the seats, I had no real reason to say no since I needed information. “Sure, sit down.” To be honest, they would have sat down anyway but I appreciated the show of respect.

As they settled in and spread out in the large booth, they were so damn large that Dante and Luca’s thighs momentarily pressed against mine. It immediately caused a bolt of electricity to hit between us. They looked at me, and I pretended it never happened. Yup, I can play that game.

I felt a zing, I said to Pixie, mentally.

Baby, this isn’t Hotel Transylvania,she replied with a voice full of humor, even in my head. I sent her a mental scowl.

As they got comfortable, I signaled to Pixie who put on a convincing confused and slightly jealous face; very sexy look on her, I might add.

“Pixie, baby, can you light my shots up again, they went out.” I made an exaggerated pout. She looked around the table and raised her eyebrow.

I told you they were fucking hot,I said in her head.

Yeah, but fuck, she replied.

“Hello. Ellie never lets anyone sit in her booth, you must all be pretty special.” Pixie grinned,reaching out to shake their hands but quickly took her hand back when she also felt that electric charge. The men looked at each other and stared at both of us curiously. She cleared her throat. “Umm, I’m Pixie, Ellie’s equal opportunity girlfriend.” She threw a saucy wink.Their eyebrows shot up, and I laughed.

“Honey, you know it’s only equal opportunity if we are both on the menu,” I added huskily, unable to keep the image of me and her being ravished by these four men from my head. I projected the image to her, and she blushed. I went as far as to project the image very lightly to the men, just to get them to let their guards down and think they thought about it all on their own. I continued, and ignored how the temperature shot up around us, “Pixie is actually my bonded.”

The men raised their eyebrows, but now looked a bit confused. Join the club, fucking fuckers. Bonded already, so why do we like you.Right, Focus. I cleared my throat. “Pix, let me introduce you. That one at the end is Mr. Scary Vampire aka Dimitri—he sucks really bad at darts; the one next to him is Mr. Green Eyed Fucker aka Luca—he has terrible taste in music; on my other side we have Mr. WTF— also known as Mr. Spanish Wet Dream aka Dante; and at the other end we have Mr. Blue Eyes aka Etienne—he spins shit,” I finished off with a flare. I winked at Pixie.

“You would name them all, ha, I wonder what other names we can give them though. I’m partial to Ay Papi.” She fake-moaned and looked around appraisingly, interest in her gaze.

Their eyes bugged out of their heads. Best way to glean information? Make a man horny. You can get past any defense then.

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