Alliance

Chapter Fifty-One

Stupid ideas are my specialty.

They really do take a certain skill set.

I had climbed a scoreboard. Almost drowned in a sewer. Willing jumped back into a whitewater infested river with an injured knee. Fell in love with a prince.

This particular idea wasn't my idea. It was Clark's idea but still, I had agreed to the stupid idea.

It was three days since I left Ben broken and beaten in the cell with a promise of releasing him.

It had been two days since Olivia had been moved up to join the Sisterhood to Carla's dismay. The day Olivia had been whisked away by the Sisterhood, Carla had been grumpy.

She was even grumpier when Clark came into the kitchen at three o'clock the day of the escape, ordering me to go to his bedroom. I made a good show of not wanting to go but there was nothing Carla could do to stop him.

"Everything is according to plan," Clark said when we entered his suite.

I only nodded.

Clark had purposely moved Olivia up to the Sisterhood which gave her more freedom to move around the raider headquarters without a guard or an escort. It also gave her the ability to retrieve Asher from the cells. It was not unusual for seasoned Champions or weaker pit fighters to be dragged from their cell to perform in bedrooms. No one would blink an eye at Asher being called to a room.

If the Raiders weren't so stuck on breaking Ben and making him a Champion, we could sneak him out of cells like Asher. But Ben wasn't Asher.

On the other side of the headquarters, Olivia was showing Asher the wig and dress that he would wear to disguise him as an old maid. I wish I had seen his face when he beheld the black dress.

It might have been identical to the face I gave when Clark pulled out what I would be wearing that night in Chambers.

"You've got to be kidding me," I crossed my arms over my chest.

"No, I'm not." Before me, Clark held the brown leather in his arm. A full leather fighting jumpsuit. "You need to look the part if you want to be a mysterious fighter."

"But wouldn't they notice I have female curves in that tight thing?"

"They won't."

A few times a month, the pit was open for outside fighters to fight against Champion slaves. Some fighters stay incognito so it was not odd for Clark to sign me up. He had stationed one of his men in the Chambers to put my false name right beside Ben's.

"You need to look the part," Clark said again. A smirk on his face.

I snatched the suit from his outstretched hand. "Fine," I snapped making my way to the bathroom.

"You are going to want help getting into that," Clark called, I could hear the smirk on his face.

So done. I was so done with working with him. But he promised to help us get out. I turned and glared at him. Throwing the suit on the sofa, I slide off my shoes, socks, and pants. The leather was easy to slide into as I pulled it over each leg.

The part that I needed help was to bind my chest. I didn't have a large chest to begin with but I needed to look like a man. Clark pulled the binding tightly around me. It was tighter than the corset I wore with Mistress Elle.

It was difficult to breath when Clark was finished and helped me pull on the top of the jumpsuit. I slide my arms in the sleeves. Both hands had a thumb hole. My knuckles were covered with leather and I was free to use my thumbs. Behind me, I felt Clark lace up back. The last thing that needed to be done was lacing up the knee high boots that had soft soles.