Free Impulsively (Dante's Nine MC) by Colleen Masters Page A

Kelly
grins, “but I think you’ll see that we run with a rather...boisterous crowd.
You sure you want to tag along?”
    “Hell yeah. I can’t wait to meet everyone,” I smile gamely.
    “Oh. But before we go,” Kassie says, looking over my techie
chic outfit, “we need to do something about...all this.”
    “You don’t like it?” I ask, looking myself over.
    “We love it,” Kelly says, “for here the office. But you’ll
get eaten alive by the guys and the girls if you show up to the party looking
like a J Crew model.”
    “Let me lend you a couple of things,” Kassie insists,
grabbing me by the wrist and towing me away. We cross the landing into Suite A,
a space even more impressive than the first. There’s something incredibly, and
surprisingly, controlled about the place. I’d expect the VP and old lady of an
MC to live somewhere a bit more...gritty, I guess. But I’m starting to suspect
that I have a lot of misconceptions about the MC life.
    I’m led into Kassie and Tiberi’s bedroom, and the girls
begin dressing me at once. Thank god I’m not wearing a wire right now. They let
me keep my black skinny jeans, but swap my yellow tee for a white crop top,
tousle my hair into its natural red curls and swipe ruby red across my lips. My
flats are replaced with stilettos, and the transformation is complete.
    “Well?” Kelly prompts, leading me over to a full-length
mirror. “What do you think?”
    My jaw drops as I look myself over in the mirror. I’ve never
been so vamped up in my life. Each curve and angle is perfectly accentuated,
and the overall impression is, well, kind of overwhelming. “I think...you made
me into a babe,” I breathe, staring back at my own blue eyes.
    “Come on. You’re already a babe,” Kassie laughs, “Please
tell me you know that.”
    “Oh, um...” I stammer, unsure. I’ve certainly never been
called a babe before.
    “Oh, my god!” Kelly exclaims. “You have no idea how gorgeous
you are, do you?”
    “I guess I do OK,” I shrug, eyeing my improved reflection.
Now I really feel like I have a costume to hide behind.
    “We need to work on this confidence deficit,” Kassie laughs.
“There’s no reason someone as beautiful, funny, and talented as you should ever
feel like less than a million bucks.”
    At a loss for words, I simply smile at my new bosses. And
dare I say...friends? It’s only been a day, but I already feel so at ease
around these women. That is, until I remember what it is I’m really doing here.
I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to investigate.
    “Why don’t we get a move on?” I suggest, not wanting to
think about how two-faced I really feel. “I can’t wait to see the clubhouse.”
    We set off together in Kassie’s smoking red muscle car. Only
the best for Declan Tiberi’s old lady, I guess. Reading up on the Dante’s Nine
VP, I found out that he’s got money to burn and then some. His personal and
club finances have always been dubiously entwined, a fact that could get him in
trouble down the line, depending on how Operation Inferno goes. Part of me
almost hopes that we don’t find anything in our investigation. That way, Kassie
and Kelly would never have to find out that I tried to take them down. But why
do I care so much what they think? I can’t let myself get attached.
     

Chapter Seven

     
     
    After we’ve gathered up all the party supplies we need, the
three of us finally set off for the Dante’s Nine clubhouse. Kassie’s car is
loaded with barbecue fixings and enough booze to get a small army wasted off
their asses. But then, I guess that’s exactly what we’re setting out to do
here.
    I force myself to take deep breaths as we drive out past the
main Las Vegas drag. This was not part of the plan. I was supposed to gather
intel about CrowdedNest and leave it at that. I hope this risk I’m taking
doesn’t blow up in my face.
    “Here we are,” Kassie says at last, as we approach a couple
of low building