Chapter 8: Glitter, Guns & a Double Cross
Chapter 8: Glitter, Guns & a Double Cross Miami’s skyline shimmered under a velvet sky as the Vice Charity Gala kicked off in the rooftop ballroom of the Opal Tower. Inside, the elite mingled with the beautiful, everyone dressed like they were auditioning for a Bond film. Sgt. Salty adjusted his bowtie in the mirror. “You think anyone will notice if I go shirtless under this?” Lila smacked him lightly with a clutch purse. “Try it and I’ll cuff you. For real.” Zinshed and Delphine arrived together, looking devastating in black-on-black tux and a gown with a thigh slit that threatened to break laws of physics. Cherry and Rico followed—she in a fiery crimson gown, he in a white tux that screamed “I wrestle alligators recreationally.” “This is Vice’s biggest PR night,” Captain Steele reminded them as she entered, glowing in a sleek silver dress. “Mingle. Smile. No weapons unless someone tries to kill you. Which, let’s be honest, is likely.” The squad split up, charm on full disp...