Tied Bond (Holly Woods Files, #4) Read Online Free PDF

covered in red ants ready to sting me.
    “Chocolate ones?” Aria’s dark eyes light up.
    “Obviously. One each.”
    She speeds out of the room, and Alison winces once again. This time, I’m guessing it’s because of the mess Silvio will undoubtedly get himself in. Although, if he’s looking for bugs, chances are he can’t get much dirtier.
    Then again, he’s a four-year-old boy. Anything is possible.
    “This is ridiculous,” I hiss to Alison. “What did she send you?”
    She takes hold of the dress and lifts it up in front of her, her perfectly shaped eyebrows drawing together. Furrows line her brow, and she replies, “I’m Princess Leia, Trent is Han Solo, Sil is Luke Skywalker, and Aria is...supposed to be Amidala, but I’m pretty sure that won’t be happening.”
    “What the hell? She sends you Star Wars but sends me and Drake a hooker and a fucking pimp?” I snatch the dress back. “I don’t even think this will fit me! She thinks I’m fifteen pounds lighter than I am!”
    “That’s because you keep telling her you’re fifteen pounds lighter than you are,” she points out, grabbing the bag and emptying its remaining contents on the table.
    Pants that match the jacket and a white, silky-looking shirt tumble out, as well as a thick, gold chain, a plain, black tie, and a wad of fake dollars.
    “Did she think this through, or did the store have no others? Drake is never going to wear...this.” She dubiously holds the chain up.
    “I don’t even know if he’s going! He could be working for all I know. But a pimp? A hooker? Yes, let’s give costumes for illegal professions to a goddamn police detective .”
    “She hasn’t thought this through,” Alison surmises, standing and folding each item of clothing. “Proven by the fact that she sent you boots. Don’t you have boots you could wear?”
    “Okay, one”—I hold a finger up—“I am not dressing up as a hooker for Halloween. And two, my boots are suede, not leather, and they’re knee-high, not thigh-high.”
    “And probably worth at least two hundred dollars.” She half smiles.
    Can’t argue with the truth. I’m a shoe whore. Sue me.
    “Whoa!” Bek exclaims, and she closes the door behind her as her eyes find the dress in Alison’s hands. “Shut the front door! The hell is that?”
    “You already did,” I reply smartly. “And my mother’s idea of a Halloween costume.”
    She roars with laughter and grabs the bag. “Is there a pimp costume too?”
    I snatch the bag and throw it across the room. It rolls once it hits the floor, the boots peeking out.
    “Yes. It’s the most ridiculous thing in the world.”
    Bek’s eyes widen. “What did Drake say?”
    “About what?” The man himself now walks through my front door. His sleeves are rolled up above his elbows, his top buttons undone and his hair messy and unkempt.
    I hate it when he turns up looking hot.
    Alison glances at me. “I don’t think he needs the costume.”
    “Nobody needs that costume! Either one!” My voice is shrill, and I drop myself back down onto my sofa and cover my eyes with my forearm.
    “What’s going on? What costume?” Drake looks between us all.
    I groan.
    “They’re not that bad,” Bek offers. “I mean, the dress is kind of...shiny... But...”
    “But? But what? And kind of shiny? Kind of ? A re you wearing sunglasses? It looks like it was crapped out by the fucking tooth fairy!” I push myself forward and lift the sequined wonder. “Look! I could put it on my fucking Christmas tree and no one would say a goddamn word!”
    “What is that?” Drake asks. “Is that a—I’m confused.”
    “This is my Halloween costume!” I wave it in his direction. “Mom deserves a gold star! You’re a pimp and I’m a hooker!”
    “You really need some sugar, sweetheart.”
    “A hooker!” I kind of feel like I’m overreacting. Maybe I am being dramatic, but I feel like this is something to be dramatic about.
    Honestly, I’ve never seen