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I laughed. “Thank you.”
She strutted to the other side of the bridge in her designer suit.
“I see you were ready.” Grabbing a compact from my purse, I touched up my makeup.
“In my line of work, I have to stay three steps ahead.”
I nodded. “That’s true.”
Bonnie and the wheezing photographer inched closer. He circled a hand over his belly. He appeared to have eaten a feast before he arrived at the photo shoot.
Bonnie removed my clutch from my hand.
The photographer greeted us. Then positioned our hands on each other’s bodies.
My hand, displaying the stunning ring, rested against Franco’s chest. His hands hugged my waist.
“I bet this wasn’t how you saw the beginning of our trip going?”
Smiling up at the gorgeous eye candy, I laughed. “No, it wasn’t.”
“This trip will definitely be one for the history books,” he smiled.
“Franco, it certainly will.”
If we made it out alive, I’d certainly never forget today.
***P***
I wore a custom bullet proof corset under the blood orange dress that wrapped my body like saran wrap. The three-quarter length one sleeve dress halted at my knees. This was one of the many dresses Franco instructed a seamstress to adjust so it would fit perfectly. Every dress shouted to anyone in my presence that I was rich and powerful. To me, the elegant attire screamed I was a bad bitch. My gold strappy stilettos clanked across the warehouse cement floor as I strutted toward a special room.
Franco tore off his dark sunglasses, releasing a low whistle.“The building might look distressed on the outside, but it sure doesn’t inside.”
“This is my emergency hideout, so to speak. A friend of mine, Manny, who runs one of the most lethal cartels in the world, sent his men to make this place shine.”
“Were you dating Manny?” Franco asked.
“He liked me but understood we could only ever be friends. In the streets, we pretended we didn’t know each other. Technically, we were competitors. He and I low key watched each other’s back.” I placed my hand against the wall. It moved like the one in Franco’s office. Only difference my weapons room wasn’t a small space. It was humongous.
“This weapons room’s insane, Kennedy. You have enough weapons to supply an army.”
I smirked. “Yup. Never know when you’re going to war.” I stated, staring through the scope of my favorite rifle. My personal rifle. I engraved the letters KAC with a switchblade on the side near the lens.
Snatching a black leather duffel bag off the hook, I threw knives, guns, and other necessities into the bag.
“Kennedy, I’ll load the bag. Just point to the items you want.” Franco shrugged off his gray blazer and hung it on an empty hook.
I narrowed my eyes. “Does this dress say I’m helpless?”
“Sweetheart, that’s not it. I’d rather collect what you need.” He hooked the arm of his sunglasses on the front of his crisp white dress shirt.
“Ok.”
By the time we were done, Franco had four duffel bags teeming with weapons. Our men removed the duffel bags from the room.
Franco pulled me into his arms and pressed his forehead against mine. “How are you holding up?”
I brushed my palms over his muscled pecs. “I’m hanging in there.”
