Chapter Eight

“So, what do we have here?” The man’s gravelly voice echoed through the half-empty room as Kennedy sat patiently, waiting for his new contact to review the photos the pink-haired journalist had given him.

A few days ago, Kennedy sneaked into Dominic’s office at Lavender Pleasures and found a troubling file inside the young mob protege’s safe. The file contained a dossier and photos of both Kennedy and his former girlfriend, current FBI undercover agent Kayla Connors. The Russo family knew the two were connected.

“This is troubling, indeed,” the unknown man said as he read through the photographic evidence. “And it confirms my theory. Kayla cannot be trusted.” Kennedy couldn’t steal the dossier, so he took photos of as many pages as possible.

The unknown man was referring to Kayla’s file. It listed the agent’s undercover alias as Bella Bianchi and contained a side-by-side photo of the professional dark-haired Kayla and the busty blond Jersey girl she had become. The family knew precisely who Kayla was. The question was, why hadn’t they disposed of her yet, and what had she told them about Kennedy?

“The agency had a hunch that Agent Connors was compromised after her handler turned up dead, but this confirms it.” He swiped to the next photo. “Good work, Kennedy.”

Kennedy parted his plump, glossy lips. “Good work?” He squeaked. “Like, this is totally bad. If they, like, know who she is, we sooooo gotta get her out of there!” His valley girl accent belittled the point he was trying to make.

The man stared at Kennedy momentarily. “They were right. That voice of yours does get annoying.” He grinned before tapping a few buttons on his phone.

Kennedy wasn’t entirely sure what happened, but he briefly felt a strange tingle along his tongue. “What did you do?” Kennedy’s eyes widened. While his feminine tone still existed, his voice was suddenly firmer and more professional. “How did you do that?” He barked.

Kennedy’s handler smiled. “That conditioning you underwent at the clinic works on brainwave signals. I’m able to turn on and off any particular attribute by introducing certain indetectable signals into the air.”

“Huh?” Kennedy asked in confusion.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” the man replied condescendingly.

“Anyway, we need to extract Kayla before something happens to her,” the pink-haired bimbo pleaded.

The man shook his head. “That won’t be happening. It would put her in even more jeopardy if we acted now. If they were going to eliminate her, they would have done it already.” The man reasoned. Kennedy didn’t understand the explanation, and his new handler didn’t give him a chance to investigate further.

“Besides,” he continued. “You should be more worried about yourself than the fate of Agent Connors.” Kennedy raised an eyebrow as the man flicked over to the undercover journalist’s dossier.

Kennedy’s file was far emptier than Kayla’s and much less damning. It made clear that the family expected Kennedy to be in disguise. It mentioned a rumor that he was hiding around the mob group in plain sight. Still, his list of potential aliases was described as ‘Unknown.’ The file has a photograph of Kennedy, as a man, entering the FBI’s private clinic as his last known whereabouts, and it mentioned that his capture was a top priority.

Kennedy shuddered. “We have to get me out of there. Lock me in a cell, a safe house, send me to Australia for all I care!” The pink-haired undercover journalist began hyperventilating.

“Calm down,” the man said. “It’s too dangerous. We are close to securing a conviction. That’s the only way to move you, Kayla, and countless others to safety.”

Kennedy’s eyes widened. The man couldn’t be serious. “What the hell are you talking about, Mister… huh, what’s your name anyway?”

The older man grinned. “My name’s Jeremy. But you can call me Sir.” He gave Kennedy a knowing look.

The pink-haired bimbo raised an eyebrow. Like hell it would. “Thanks, but I think I’d prefer to call you by your actual name, Sir.” A bewildered expression crossed Kennedy’s cute face after noticing what he just said.

“Perfect,” Jeremy chuckled. “Anyway, the real issue here is your behavior.”

“My behavior?” Kennedy didn’t know how to react.

“Yes. You’ll need to work harder if you want to avoid detection.”

Kennedy parted his lips but was dumbfounded by the man’s suggestion. He had altered his entire body and stepped into the lion’s den for this case, and they didn’t think he was working hard enough?

“I mean, look at you,” Jeremy’s eyes rested on Kennedy’s generous cleavage. “You’ve been transformed into a gorgeous, young, slutty, valley girl bimbo, and you’ve barely flirted with anybody.” The corner of Jeremy’s lip tilted upward into a subtle smirk. “Do you think that makes sense to anyone?”

Kennedy shook his head. This man had no idea what mental torture Kennedy had to go through on a daily basis. “You think this is easy?” He bit back. “I’m not interested in men, and I have no intention of flirting with them.”

“That’s exactly my point,” Jeremy replied. “Also, I heard your encounter with the maid raised some suspicion.”

“The maid?” Kennedy was horrified. “Have you any idea who that maid is? She’s the reason you know as much about this case as you do.”

Jeremy slowly nodded. “Yes, Mr Masters. We are well aware of Ms Scaletti’s plight. But your interaction with her has jeopardized this case. Vincent Russo has his eye on you now.”

Kennedy softly bit his fat lower lip. “What are you suggesting?”

“Well, I have a solution,” the handler said before tapping away on his phone. “Just a little something to encourage you back into character.”

Before Kennedy could ask for further information, he felt a sensual tingle run down the length of his spine, prompting him to shudder and gasp. “W-what was that?” He managed to stutter.

Jeremy’s grin grew wider when he noticed Kennedy’s legs press together and his lips part. The pink-haired bimbo was getting hotter. “Uhmm,” the feminized man said. “What did you d-do to me?” His breathing was notably heavier.

“Ohh, I just activated an upgraded part of your conditioning,” Jeremy revealed nonchalantly. “Whenever you are near a man, you will start to feel hotter and hornier. The longer you are around them, the stronger the effect.” He smiled. “That should help attract the kind of attention a girl like you should receive.”

Kennedy attempted to calm himself down and think unsexy thoughts. However, the close proximity to his handler made thinking clearly nearly impossible. “T-turn it off. It’s too much.” He pleaded.

“Don’t worry about it, cupcake,” Jeremy replied.

“Ohh fuck!” Kennedy cried out. He felt a sudden burst of sexual pleasure run briefly through every cell in his body. He stared back at the older man in horror.

“Enjoy that?” Jeremy teased. “Whenever someone calls you a pet name, you’ll find a similar dose of pleasure through your body. Be careful; I heard it can become quite addicting.”

“You can’t do this!” The pink-haired undercover journalist fumed. Was his handler trying to make his life a living hell?

“I can, because this is to save your life in the long run,” he reasoned. “Now, it’s time to get back out there. You have to pick up Abby from school in an hour.”

“No way! Not like this,” Kennedy argued. The man ignored Kennedy’s pleas and tapped away at his phone. The feminized man felt a change in his brain again. “You totally can't do this without my permission and stuff.” Kennedy’s eyes widened as his words translated back into bimbo speak. “Ohh, you total poophead!”

Jeremy laughed at Kennedy’s childish insult. He immensely enjoyed his job.

❖

“Ya can’t be serious ’bout this plan?”

Kayla sat between her fake fiance, Alex Russo, and his brother, Dominic, in the latter’s private office of Lavender Pleasures. They were discussing their newest plan to spring Alex’s twin brother, Stefano, from jail in time for the big wedding.

The pair had negotiated several plans, but their latest idea sounded just as crazy as the first fifty in Kayla’s book. This idea appeared even more idiotic because she was a central figure.

“Ain’t no freakin’ way this is gonna work!” She exclaimed. Alex rolled his eyes at his fiance’s dismissive attitude. “I’m tellin’ ya, like, fer realz, ya gotta know how friggin’ stupid dis sounds, right? Ya more likely ta get me tossed in da clink, or even worse, whacked, than dis plan pullin’ through.” She was so incensed that her enforced Jersey dialect went into overdrive.

Alex had finally had enough. “Bella, look, I love you, right?” He said. “But the men are talking right now. You are so much prettier when you keep that sexy mouth shut.” Kayla shuddered. She hated his misogynistic attitude. “So how ’bout you keep quiet before I use your mouth for something else?” He placed a finger against her painted red lips to emphasize his point.

Kayla demonstrated her displeasure by folding her arms and scowling at him. Still, she did exactly what her ‘lover’ commanded. She kept her mouth shut, allowing the men to continue formulating a plan.

“You think Butch could pull it off?” Alex asked his older brother.

Dominic smiled. “For sure. You and I can’t exactly waltz in there undetected, and Butch knows the layout like the palm of his hand. It’s the perfect job for him.”

Alex nodded slowly. “You’re right. Only, he’s not exactly bright, is he?”

Dominic laughed at his brother’s observation. “True. But don’t write him off just yet. Butch hasn’t let me down before. As soon as Bella gets her hands on the keys, Butch will take care of the rest.” Kayla rolled her eyes. There was no way this plan would work.

Alex clapped his hands together. “Great! There’s no time to waste. We get it done tonight, agreed?” Dominic nodded while no one paid attention to the blond undercover FBI agent’s silent protest.

“Then it’s settled,” Alex declared. He took Kayla by the arm and lifted her back to her feet. She parted her full lips as her fake fiances groped her generous breasts when he pulled her into him. “Mmm, let’s get you home. I have a new outfit for you that’s perfect for the occasion.”

Kayla gave Alex a fake smile as he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her out of the office. She knew she wasn’t going to enjoy the gift.

❖

The sound of children playing filled the air as Kennedy demurely sat on a bench in a city park. He had picked Abby up from school, but she wanted to play with friends in the park for an hour. Kennedy didn’t mind; he enjoyed the solitude.

Dressed in a form-fitted white t-shirt and pink denim dungaree shorts, Kennedy kept one eye on the little girl in his charge and one on his phone. His mind kept tracing back to the meeting with his new handler. He was an asshole. He felt more uncomfortable as a good-looking man in his late twenties took a seat next to the pink-haired undercover journalist.

“Which one is yours?” the man asked Kennedy without invitation.

Kennedy didn’t speak, but simply pointed at the little girl with dark blond curls at the top of the slide.

“Cute,” he grinned before turning his head toward Kennedy. “You certainly don’t look old enough to have a child that old.”

Kennedy softly bit his lower lip. “No, like, I’m totally just the nanny.”

The feminized man felt his companion’s smile grow wider as he heard Kennedy’s dialect. “Mhmm, that works too,” he replied. Mine is over there.” He pointed at the 10-year-old boy in the middle of wrestling another kid on the grass. Kennedy nodded, hoping the man would disappear if he kept the conversation brief.

“My name is Cliff,” the man extended a hand.

Kennedy reluctantly shook the man’s hand. “I’m Suzie,” he meekly replied.

Cliff smirked. “Wow. Such a pretty name for a pretty lady.” Kennedy felt his body inexplicably growing warmer as the two hands touched.

“A nanny, eh?” Cliff continued the conversation. “You must really love kids.”

“Mhmm,” Kennedy once again tried to keep the conversation short and control the rising heat in his body. His chest rose and fell more dramatically, and the layers of makeup on his face couldn’t hide his intense blush.

“Are you okay?” The man appeared to notice Kennedy’s altered demeanor.

The undercover journalist briefly closed his eyes and bit his plump lower lip. However, when he reopened them, Cliff’s face was directly in front of his own, and the man pressed his lips against Kennedy’s.

The pink-haired bimbo’s eyes widened, but he couldn’t deny the calm, sensual sensations running through his veins. The man’s lips somehow tasted good, and the action gave him a rush of endorphins. Instead of pulling back and avoiding the kiss, Kennedy couldn’t help but lean into it and become swept up in the moment.

Eventually, Cliff broke off the kiss, much to Kennedy’s immediate disappointment. The fact that he wanted the act to continue horrified the undercover journalist.

“Look, that was nice, but I gotta get my little boy back home,” Cliff explained. Once again, Kennedy didn’t speak a word. “But I’d love to see you again.”

Kennedy’s big, naive eyes widened. He didn’t want to see the man again. Cliff wrote his number on a scrap piece of paper. “I’m free this weekend. How about you and I meet for dinner sometime?”

Cliff slipped the number into Kennedy’s feminine hand. He needed to get out of this somehow. “Ohh, like, thank you,” he started. “But I totally have a boyfriend.” It was the only excuse the undercover journalist could find.

The good-looking man’s facial expression wholly transformed. His flirtatious, charming smile changed to one of hurt and betrayal. “Do you just walk around kissing whatever man flashes you a smile, you slut?” He growled.

Kennedy gasped. He was stunned into silence. The man came on to him. How is he being blamed for this?

Cliff stood up. “Leading us on like that will get you in trouble one day,” he warned Kennedy before walking away. Kennedy was sure he heard the angry man mutter the word ‘whore’ in the distance as Cliff collected his son. Kennedy shook his head. How would he survive this mission if his body had a mind of its own?

❖

After the sun went down, the sound of stiletto heels echoed through the main administration building of the New Jersey State Correctional Facility. Kayla looked confused and lost in the dim lighting as she tottered down the wide corridor.

She looked like she was dressed for a night on the prowl more than a visit to jail. The blond had her long, luscious teased up in a tall ponytail, with loose platinum strands framing the side of her face. Her eyelashes were dark and long, and her eyebrows were pencil-thin, arched carefully above her eyes. Her plush lips were painted an eye-catching glossy red, and the rose blush emphasized her high cheekbones.

She wore a skin-tight PVC strappy leopard print dress with such a low-lying cleavage, her impressive fake tits almost poured out of their cups. The dress hugged every curve of her body, emphasizing her Jersey bubble butt until the hem stopped just above her knees. Matching PVC gloves covered the entirety of her arms, and a black choker wrapped firmly around her neck. Her 5” animal print stiletto heels completed the look.

“Uhmm, can I help you, Miss?” An officer approached her, clearly confused. This wasn’t a regular occurrence for him.

“Ohmigod, yes!” Kayla exclaimed as she sauntered over to him. “Some guys hired me as a present for the warden. We were, like, in his office until he got an important phone call and left. This place is so big, I got so lost.” The idea of posing as a hired prostitute repulsed Kayla, but she couldn’t deviate from the plan.

The dark-skinned officer looked the pretty woman up and down and grinned. The warden was a lucky man, he thought. “Do you need help finding the exit, Ma’am?” He asked,

“Oh god, yes. That would be great!” She replied gratefully.

“Of course,” he smiled. “This way.”

The officer led Kayla through the quiet corridors of the corrections building. The team had chosen this evening because the state facility was currently understaffed and was known to employ a skeleton crew on Monday evenings.

As they strode through the building, Kayla gripped the man’s arm to stabilize herself. “Are you okay, Miss?” The officer asked.

“Oh my, yes. These are just brand new shoes, ya know?” She cooed back. “My, you have such strong arms.” She flirted with the man as she traced her long, gloved finger along the length of his right arm.

“Mmm, thank you.” He replied before stopping in his tracks. “Hey, would you like a quick tour of the facility before you go?”

Kayla beamed. That was the opening she had been waiting for. “Ohh, if it’s not too much trouble, I’d love a tour.”

The African-American officer led the inappropriately dressed Kayla around the facility, guiding her through the admin building, security, and visitor areas. He showed her everywhere except where the prisoners were held. Those men would have eaten her alive if they saw her dressed like that.

They eventually ended up at the main intake reception area. “Thank you so much,” he replied gratefully, touching his chest. “That was, like, so much fun.” She spoke with a strong Jersey girl drawl.

“My pleasure,” the officer grinned down at her. Her presence had undoubtedly livened up his boring night shift.

Without warning, Kayla pushed the strong officer up against the wall. She began hungrily kissing him, her gloved hands roaming over his body. The officer was confused at first but decided if it was good enough for the warden, it was good enough for him.

The officer ran his hands along the undercover FBI agent’s impressive chest before settling on her protruding ass. Kayla followed suit and ran her own hands along the man’s buttocks, her lips never leaving his.

The moment the officer glanced at the entrance to the public restrooms and formulated an idea, Kayla broke off the kiss and stepped back. “Mmm, I won’t forget about your hospitality, officer,” she said. “But you still got some work to do.” She winked at him before turning and tottering towards the exit, her ass seductively swaying from side to side with each tiny step. The corrections officer stared in shock until the woman was out of sight. He wondered if his job was becoming so tedious that he was beginning to hallucinate.

Outside the facility, Kayla strutted toward a beefy corrections officer. Moments before she reached him, she pulled a group of keys from her deep-lying cleavage, along with an ID card. She handed it to the officer. “Good job, babe,” the man told her as he examined the ID badge.

Kayla smiled at him. “Easy peasy,” she said. “You’re up, Butch. Don’t mess it up.” The man chuckled at her fighting talk before getting to work. As soon as he disappeared, Kayla dropped her fake smile. She couldn’t stand that man.

❖

The same evening, back at the Russo manor, Kennedy was lying in bed with his ‘boyfriend,’ Duke, watching TV in his room. Their close proximity gave Kennedy a constant hot, vibrating sensation in his pussy he was trying to ignore.

Despite having this horny, drop-dead gorgeous pink-haired bimbo beside him, Duke appeared to be distant. Typically, Kennedy would have felt fortunate that Duke was uninterested in him, but these new sensations had become too much.

The undercover journalist rested his long-haired head on Duke’s shoulder and cozied up to the tall man. Weirdly, Duke shrugged Kennedy away and created separation between the two. What had Kennedy done to upset Duke? He thought to himself.

“Like, what’s wrong, babe?” Kennedy asked the man beside him. His bimbo tone sounded even more desperate than usual.

Duke raised an eyebrow. It looked as though he wasn’t going to formulate a response, but eventually, he couldn’t help himself. “I received some concerning news today.”

Kennedy sat up and turned toward the man. “Oh?” He asked with concern. “Like, is everything okay?”

“Not really,” the boyfriend replied. “You see, I got a lot of friends around this town. Friends I trust with my life.”

“Umm, okay?” Kennedy wasn’t sure where this was going.

Duke paused and stared into Kennedy’s deep blue eyes as though he was expecting the bimbo to confess something. “Anyway, one of those friends was walking through town when he spotted you talking to some guy in the park.”

Kennedy suddenly felt a knot in his stomach. He knew where this was leading.

“Imagine his surprise when he witnessed your tongue push down that man’s throat,” Duke continued. “He knew we were dating, so he figured something didn’t seem right.”

“Duke,” Kennedy said. “I told him I had a boyfriend. I broke it off.” He pleaded.

“That was my initial thought. Suzie wouldn’t do anything like that to me,” Duke glanced down at Kennedy’s overdeveloped body covered by one of his oversized t-shirts and a g-string. “But then my friend told me that the man was the one who broke up the kiss, and you tried to go in for seconds.”

Kennedy gasped. That wasn’t what happened, was it? It all moved so fast, and those unique sensations took over his body.

“Baby, I’m…” Kennedy started before pausing momentarily. Something about this story etched away at him. “Wait, are you, like, having me followed?” Kennedy changed his tune.

Duke raised an eyebrow. “That’s all you have to say about it?” He said. “I needed to ensure you were faithful, and I had good reason to. You’re just a dumb cheating slut.”

Kennedy was offended until he felt a wave of pleasure crash over him. Duke called him a slut. Surely his body didn’t interpret that as a pet name? He parted his plush, glossy lips and let out a soft moan.

“Like, how can I make it up to you?” Kennedy was horrified. He had wanted to break up their unhealthy, fake relationship since it started. He suddenly had a prime opportunity to get rid of the sexy redheaded man, but his body had other ideas.

“I don’t know if you can, babe,” Kennedy felt a twitch again as Duke spoke. “You really hurt me.”

“Umm, like,” Kennedy’s body was in overdrive. He placed his well-manicured hand along the bare chest of his companion. “Maybe if we, like, go one step further tonight.” His plump lips moved up towards Duke’s ear. “I think I’m totally ready, you know?” The feminized man couldn’t believe what he was saying.

Duke raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?” He asked. “That would go a long way to earning my forgiveness.” Duke grabbed one of Kennedy’s fat, round breasts beneath his t-shirt, prompting the bimbo to mewl out in pleasure.

As the two leaned in for a kiss, the moment was interrupted by Kennedy’s bedroom door busting open. The couple immediately turned their heads to find the large, imposing Vincent Russo standing in the doorway.

Directly behind the dominant man stood Alyssa Scaletti in a full black rubber catsuit. Almost every inch of her skin was covered, with strict ballet heels padlocked on her feet and spherical mittens on her hands, rendering them useless. She wore a black hood, with her red hair flowing through a hole atop her head. The only other holes on the hood showed off her desperate blue eyes. Her mouth was covered, hiding the penis gag down her throat. A wide posture collar wrapped around her neck, with a metal leash attached to the D-ring. Vincent held the leash in his left hand.

“Get up,” Vincent commanded. “Stefano is out.”

Kennedy’s eyes widened. He had never met Stefano, but having another Russo to contend with complicated his mission. He had heard that this particular Russo son was the most volatile of the three.

“We have to move fast,” the patriarch continued. “Alex and Kayla’s wedding has been moved up to tomorrow.”

Kennedy gasped. “Like, I thought the wedding was still two months away.” The undercover journalist had hoped to uncover damaging details about the family before the wedding went ahead. Why would it be moved up so suddenly?

“Plans have changed,” Vincent replied abruptly. “Get up and get dressed. We’re heading to Vegas tonight. They’re having some kind of kinky wedding.”

A kinky wedding? Kennedy wondered what the hell that meant. He stared at the anonymous maid doll behind the large man and pitied the former PA. What was going on?

“Prepare the car, Duke,” Vincent told the man. “I have something I need to discuss with Suzie first.”

Duke looked his girlfriend in the eyes and left Kennedy alone in bed, silently heading past the mob boss. Kennedy shuddered. He hated this man, and especially hated being left alone with him.

Vincent stepped forward, tugging the leash, forcing his maid slave to follow him. “I must say, Suzie,” he said imposingly. “I had my doubts about you, but I’ve been impressed with how well you follow my orders.”

Kennedy parted his glossy lips but didn’t say a word. Vincent approached until he was towering over the pink-haired beauty. “How you dominated my slave here when she dropped those plates and performed at my club over the weekend without complaint. That kind of obedience and loyalty is commended.”

Kennedy wasn’t sure if he was falling into a trap or if he had finally won the patriarch’s trust. “Uhmm, thank you, Sir.” He replied meekly.

Vincent nodded. “Now, when we get to Vegas, I have some instructions for you.” Kennedy gasped. “You’re going to have a very special role at the wedding.” The pink-haired bimbo’s eyes widened. What did the mob boss mean by that? Whatever it was, Kennedy knew he wouldn’t like it.

❖

“Welcome back, brother,” the sounds of jubilation filled the nondescript estate car as it sped down the empty highway ten miles away from the corrections facility they had helped Stefano escape from. They had ditched the escape vehicle two miles away and were leisurely speeding back towards Atlantic City.

Kayla was still wearing her sexy, skin-tight PVC leopard print dress. While the men all had a change of clothes, the blond Jersey girl was only permitted one outfit, and she definitely stood out. She was wedged between her fake fiance, Alex, and his twin brother, the freshly escaped convict, Stefano Russo. Dominic was driving, with Butch sitting in the front passenger seat.

Kayla kept out of the conversation for the most part as the brothers and the rest of the team continued to celebrate their plan working to perfection. “And Bella here thought my plan was stupid,” Alex told his twin.

Kayla simply smiled back at him, attempting to hide her embarrassed blush as the young Russo glanced at her impressive chest. He hadn’t seen a juicy pair of tits in a while. “I’m glad we got you out, Stefano.” She said, easing the mood.

Stefano grinned, softly licking his lips as he admired the young woman’s body. Alex didn’t seem to mind. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” he replied appreciatively.

After a brief off, Stefano spoke again. “Of course,” he said. His tone seemed to have shifted. “I wouldn’t have been there in the first place if it wasn’t for you either, Kayla.”

Kayla was taken aback by his statement. She almost didn’t notice the name Stefano had used for her. How did he know? “Huh, what?” She played dumb.

There was an intimidating silence as Alex, Stefano, and Butch stared at her; their faces weren’t so jovial anymore. Dominic gently pulled the car over to the side of the road. He joined his brothers in staring deviously at the undercover agent.

Kayla parted her plump lips but didn’t know what she could say to lower the tension. Instead, she tried to climb over her fiance and escape out the passenger door. The two men in the back seat pounced and subdued the blond. Before she could fight back, she found her hands bound behind her back in a pair of police issue handcuffs. With two more clicks, she felt another set of larger cuffs clip just above her elbows, forcing her arms together and unintentionally pushing her buxom chest out further.

“Wait, mumpphhh!“ She exclaimed before a large red ball gag was shoved inside her inviting mouth and strapped tight behind her head.

“No more lies from you, sweet cheeks,” Alex told her.

The bound and gagged woman thrashed about, but the combined strength of the four men quickly subdued her, and she eventually stopped trying to escape. Dominic restarted the engine as she stopped and began driving the car out west.

“Mphhh!” Kayla protested, but Alex rested a finger against her plump, gagged lips.

“Shh, baby girl.” He grinned. “We’re getting married tomorrow, and we got to get you ready first.”

Kayla’s eyes widened. What were they talking about? His words prompted her to thrash further, but Alex and Stefano held her in place. She knew she was in a world of trouble, and she wouldn’t have to wait too long to find out exactly how much trouble that was.

End of Chapter Eight