Page 605 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“So you said you were looking for some naughty girls?” I asked.
“We are,” replied the biggest guard. “A blonde, a redhead, and a brunette.”
“Hmmm…” I tapped my finger to my lips. “Well the bride is blonde. And the maid of honor is brunette. And the matron of honor is a ginger.”
“We’ll need to speak to all three of them.”
Chloe and Sloane were quick to jump off the couch and walk up to the guards. But Autumn tried to stay hidden. The other bridesmaids had to grab her and drag her over to the big guard.
“Did we do something wrong, officer?” asked Chloe.
“Call me Sarge.” He pointed to the chevrons on his sleeve. “And I’m not sure if you did something wrong. That’s what I plan to find out.” He pulled out his phone and started hitting buttons.
This was it. The moment of truth. If Teddybear had replaced the picture, we’d be fine. But if he hadn’t...then they’d pretty quickly recognize me as one of their three targets.
Sarge cocked his head to the side and stared at his phone. Or was he staring at me?
Shit!
I turned to the bar and started pouring shots so that he couldn’t see my face.
“That’s weird,” said Sarge. He turned to the other guards. “The picture was in the daily mission briefing folder, right?”
They nodded.
“Well it’s not there anymore. Did any of you get a good enough look at the girls to be able to ID them?”
“Rookie claims to have a photographic memory,” replied one of the guards. They all looked at the skinniest guard.
He nodded.
“So can you ID them if you see them again?” asked Sarge.
“Well…I only got a good look at the redhead,” said Rookie. And if I’m being honest, I was kind of focused on her tits.”
“So you need to see her tits to recognize her?”
“Yeah. Her nipples are so light. And they’re the perfect size. And…”
“We get the point, Rookie,” said Sarge. “Keep it in your pants.” He turned to the three girls. “Take your clothes off. We need to see your tits.”
Autumn’s eyes got huge. She wrapped her arms around herself and shook her head. “No way, pervert.”
“It’s not a perverted thing. I’m just doing my job.”
“So youdon’twant to see our tits?” asked Chloe. She sounded kind of offended.
“I do. But I’m not asking to see them for my pleasure.”
One of the guards in the back nudged another in the ribs and whispered, “Wanna bet which one is gonna slap Sarge first?”
Sarge spun around. “Do you have a better idea, Poker?”
Poker shrugged, and when he did, his sleeves slid up a bit to expose his muscular tattooed forearms. His black skin made it a little hard to make out what the tattoos were, but I was pretty sure they were of playing cards. Which made sense given that his nickname was Poker.
“Did you check your trash folder?” asked Poker. “Rookie has a tendency to randomly delete stuff.”
“That was one time,” protested Rookie.
