by A. J. Macey
“As much as I love watching you kick ass, Kittycat, that probably wouldn’t be the best option right now.” He nudged my shoulder with his. “We need to stay under the radar until we go after Frankie.” I grumbled gibberish under my breath and brought my own binoculars up to my face.
“Can we at least go in and snoop? That might make me feel better.” I beamed. “I could take the batteries out of all his electronics, or steal his remotes so he’d have to get up to change the channel, maybe work off some of those extra pounds.” Chase shoved his face into his elbow to quiet his laughing.
“You’re such an asshole, Kittycat. I love it,” he chimed cheerfully, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “Yes, we can go and sneak around. It’d make stealing the files easier if we knew exactly where they were.”
“He doesn’t have cameras right?” I stood and dusted the dry grass off my black outfit. Chase shook his head in the negative, and we pulled our black fabric guards up over the lower half of our faces to leave only our eyes visible. “No electronic security once we’re inside, right? Only need to get past the floodlights and then through one of the doors?”
“Right,” he agreed and followed suit as I started snaking through the yard to avoid the sporadically placed security lights. When we finally reached one of the side doors off the hallway where Harbold’s game room and office were, I made quick work of the lock. Slipping into the dimmed area, with the only light source coming from the main kitchen and living area down the hall, Chase and I closed the door silently before making our way into Harbold’s office.
We stayed silent, only using the hand signals we had created six months ago when he decided to join in on my heists. I started on the desk as he scoured the walls and bookshelves. It was an overly masculine office that was full of stuffy, shittily-made antiques and ugly pieces. I grimaced. Not even a little baby thief would steal this shit. Turning back to my main focus, I shuffled as quickly and quietly as I could through his drawers not finding anything useful.
I did, however, stumble across a mostly used tube of lotion and crusty tissues. Retching, I pointed at the bottom drawer for Chase to come see. I could tell by this eyes that he was laughing at me. Jerkface. After a playful slap on my ass, he went back to the shelves. I struggled to push the thought of Cory Harbold jacking off at his desk as I moved to the filing cabinet. So, so gross.
We were finished with his office after a few minutes. Stepping into the hall quietly, we then slipped into the next room. There was a gaudy pool table at one end and a matching bar and stool set at the other. There weren’t too many spots there could have been a safe or hiding place in the room meaning we were done in under a minute. Those were the only rooms on this end of the hallway, so Chase and I crept into the main living space and, after not seeing anyone, darted into the adjacent hallway.
Several rooms later, we made our way upstairs. First place I wanted to check was his master bedroom. If I were to hide something I didn’t want someone to find, I’d put it where I could keep an eye on it where no one would go. Because I mean seriously, who would get in bed with a total sleazeball like Cory Harbold? I repeat, gross. Don’t be turning those judgy eyes on me, it has nothing to do with his weight. I wouldn’t ever sleep with a lawyer, let alone with a mob boss’ lawyer.
I rolled my eyes at his giant circular waterbed with a mirror on the ceiling above it. Oh my god, I feel like I’ve walked into a cheesy episode of Cribs. Chase immediately went toward the bathroom as I headed to the walk-in closet. Buried amongst the expensive Italian suits, was a small safe. I mentally marked down the make and model, noting that four of the numbers were worn away. I was about to try different combinations, when the sound of Harbold’s car could be heard from outside. Chase was hot on my heels as I hustled down the stairs and toward the door we had unlocked. We exited the building and blended into the black night when we entered the trees.
So close…
May 1st
Wednesday Midday
Stone
Growling, I strode the several feet to Kiera’s front door before ringing the bell. She had been ignoring my calls this morning, and at Brooks’ command I was supposed to make nice since our cat fight had apparently been my fault. I internally rolled my eyes. Not my fault she’s a brat, a sexy brat, but still. I checked my watch after a few minutes growing more and more irritated the longer I stood there. Finally, the thief answered the door. Her hair was down and slightly messy, brushing the front of her perky tits. I kept my eyes trained on her face despite the way her jean shorts that barely covered her ass taunted me. She leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms in front of her black tank.
“Why are you at my house, Stone? I’m not in the mood for another tussle unless it’s rolling around in my bed, but we both know how you feel about that,” she drolled out, her mossy eyes looking up at me. I struggled to keep my face blank at the images that flashed in my mind. Fuck. I ground my teeth before answering, hoping my rock hard cock wasn’t too obvious in my jeans.
“I have that security information for you,” I bit out.
Fix it, Brooks’ commanding voice echoed through my head when all I wanted to do was snap at her, or fuck her until her attitude was nothing but moans, screams, and my name on her lips. Speaking of her luscious lips, they thinned as she stared at me, and after a few tense moments of her silence, she stepped aside and allowed me to pass. Waiting for her to lead the way, I stood still near her as she shut and locked the door. She brushed against my torso, her arm grazing my agonizingly hard cock on her way past me. Fucking brat.
“Let’s go, Stone, don’t exactly have all damned day,” she called out when I didn’t move, her cocked brow and sassy attitude focusing on me from the other end of the hall. I glared at her as I followed to her workroom. First thing to catch my eye was a large section of her notes on the wall had been taken down, and a giant stack of papers and a roll of string sat at the bottom of it on the floor.
“What happened to your stuff?” I pointed at the space, my brows furrowed, not able to imagine why she would take down her shit about Frankie when she was so intent to go after him.
“Asshole’s blood got all over it, so the Maintenance Man had to take it,” she growled staring at the pile of papers. “I’m not pleased with having to do all that damn work hanging it up again.” She rubbed her face before leaning forward on the table. Her angle displayed her tattooed tits perfectly as well as the red lacy bra she was wearing. “My eyes are up here, Grave.” Her smug smirk was firmly in place when I finally looked at her face.
“Fuck off, brat,” I bit out. “The security for the girls is done by a third-party company usually only hired by the Alloy Kings and at the Solace.” Her jaw clenched as her eyes flared in rage, but she stayed silent at the mention of her father’s casino, so I continued, “I’m sure you saw the equipment they carry, but the gun and one taser is their standard gear set-up. They arrive together in a van for shift time after dispatching from their headquarters.” I outlined the last bit of the security information for her, her hand racing across the page to take notes.
“That everything?” Her husky voice was distracted as she continued to write. I nodded, but she apparently didn’t see me as she glared up at me from under her lashes with a single brow raise. “You listening, Enforcer?” she snarked.
“I fucking nodded. Maybe if you looked up once in a while you’d have seen that,” I finally snapped at her, unable to stand her sexy attitude. She straightened before storming up to me.
“How’s the leg today?” She raised a brow and poked the healing, bandaged wound she gave me on my inner thigh. The sharp stabbing pain that shot through my leg at the hit caused me to grimace. “Want me to give you more? Cause that’s exactly where you’re fucking headed.”
I caught her jaw similar to how I had the other day, making sure to not grip as hard because I didn’t, in fact, want more cuts. The pad of my thumb that drifted over her soft lips had my cock throbbing with the urge to have her
on her knees in front of me, to feel her lips wrapped around it as I fucked her sassy mouth. Growling out loud, I shifted my thumb out of the way and smashed my lips to hers. She immediately smacked my hand away from her face, pulling back to narrow her sparkling eyes on me before yanking me from the front of my shirt to kiss me back.
Her movements were frantic, her hands roaming down my muscled chest to rub over my jeans. Her strokes wrought shivers through me, goosebumps raising as she moved her rough kisses across my jaw and down my neck. I reached up her top, pinching the front of her lacy bra and bringing the flesh underneath to stiff peaks. Her shuddered moans filled my ears, her breath hot against my skin. Unbuttoning her denim shorts, I was met with smooth, tanned skin, no underwear covering her bare pussy.
“Shit,” I breathed, brushing against the slick folds, my fingers flicking against her clit roughly before sinking two into her soaking center. Her fevered forehead pressed against my neck as she gripped my shoulders tightly in attempts to stay standing. My movements pushed faster while her moans cracked in her pleasured fog. Capturing her mouth, I brushed my tongue against hers, forcefully silencing her.
Before she reached that final peak though, she pulled back, my coated fingers falling to my side. I stared down at her in confusion until she undid my jeans and dropped to her knees.
Oh, fuck yes.
Her mossy eyes burned when she looked at my erection. Silk honey tresses tangled between my fingers as I gripped it hard, ready for her pretty mouth to be wrapped around me. Looking up, she licked the bottom of my shaft before wrapping her luscious lips around me and taking my cock deep into her mouth.
Pulses of desire and need raced through my veins, pooling in my balls with each bob of her head, each stroke of her tongue against my throbbing vein. I had to grip onto the table top to stay upright, her twirling tongue and her cupped hand around my balls nearly bringing me to my knees. In the waves of lust that pulsed through me, her name fell in harsh whispers from my lips. Unable to help myself, I rocked forward. She didn’t gag, taking my full length with each thrust until I was fulfilling my ultimate desire of fucking her mouth with her on her knees. My orgasm slammed down on me when she started to hum, the vibrations bringing me to release painfully hard at the back of her throat.
I yanked her to standing, pressing her up against the table, my tongue battling hers once more. Her teeth nipped my lips as I tasted my salty flavor on her tongue, but before I could return the favor, my cell started to ring. Growling, I tried to ignore it, but it was Brooks’ ringtone and I couldn’t ignore his calls. I pulled my jeans up until I was able to reach in and pull it out.
“What?” I barked out, angry that we were interrupted.
“You comin’ back anytime soon? We’re supposed to leave in five minutes.” I groaned, rubbing my scalp. I can’t believe I forgot our ride this afternoon. “You two make up yet?”
“Yeah, Boss. I’ll be right there,” I bit out before hanging up. Kiera’s brow was cocked as she looked up at me, her unbuttoned shorts teasing me with a peek of her wet pussy.
“Club business?” she surmised, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched me situate myself.
“We have another ride,” I muttered. Now that everything was said and done, my head was screaming at me for reacting solely to my body’s urges. God damn it, now I’m the one thinking with my dick. My anger turned from being interrupted to the entire shit show as a whole. Making sure I had everything, I turned and immediately stomped away from the sexy brat.
“Fucking hell, Stone,” she shouted out, her head sticking out of the back room. “Way to fucking say bye, jerkoff!” I gave a careless wave of my hand over my shoulder purposely ignoring the fact she’d literally just given me the best blow job of my entire life as I got on my bike.
Fucking fiery thief…
Kiera
That fucking bastard, I growled to myself. I stared, without seeing, at the notes I took from Stone’s visit, angry with myself for falling into the sexual desire that had been building within me any time I was around the suspicious enforcer. Knowing him, he was probably just as angry. It would explain why the fuck he had walked off without any semblance of a farewell. See if I’ll fucking suck him off again, I snapped mentally, or do anything else with that fucking prick.
Pushing away thoughts of the infuriating club officer, I focused on the writing in front of me. Tomorrow night was the heist, and I had to be focused, five girls were counting on me. Chase was currently out picking up the gear we would need to pull it off. We had decided the best way to get them out was to secure them in a harness and get them out through the air conditioning system since the vent was directly above them. I flipped through my notes and double checked we had the numbers of gear right: five harnesses, a low-riding board to wheel them out toward the roof—you know what I’m talking about, the ones you rode in gym class in elementary school that hurt like a bitch when you ran over your own fingers—and finally two pulley-belay systems to lower me down and lift them up within the room and on the side of the building.
Thank fuck the warehouse didn’t have windows and that it was pretty much sound proofed. Otherwise, bringing the van to the building would be out of the question. This wasn’t like our typical heists where I would go in and Chase would be a lookout. This required both of us since it was five fully grown adults not a piece of art, jewelry, or a file that I could carry by myself. Leaving the table, I stepped over to the map hitting the switch on the wall for it to roll up into its metal casing. The double door hidden behind the colorful city greeted me, the keypad lighting up green after I typed in the code.
The walk-in closet was large and two stories. Practice rope and pulley-belays hung from the ceiling, while mine and Chase’s specially made harnesses were hung on hangers around the edge. Shelves held weapons, equipment, and more gear between the racks of safety straps. Grabbing the rolling cart next to the door, I started moving around the room in a clockwise circle. Harness for both of us, check, backup set of harnesses, check, rope, check, typical job instruments like lock picks, fake IDs, weapons, and extra ammo, check. After loading it onto the cart, I brought it out to the table. Quickly straightening up the scattered sheets, I cleaned the stone top so I could inspect all the gear before loading it into the bags.
Please let this go smoothly…
May 1st
Wednesday Overnight
Brooks
The club members had long since gone home, the bar empty save for the officers, all of whom were tense and antsy. Tonight was the night. Kiera was going in the warehouse and we essentially just had to wait until they sent confirmation. As much as I told myself they’d be fine, I felt my foot bouncing anxiously and my fingers tapping against the bar top. Stone was swirling his lowball of whiskey, but didn’t seem overly worried. But then again he was one of the best at concealing any type of emotion except for irritation, anger, or suspicion. Nate was fiddling with his beard, his signature sign that he was stressing. Garrett, unsurprisingly, was the one panicking the most, by pacing in short passes before turning and coming back.
“Dude,” I called out after what seemed like Garrett’s twentieth pass. “She’ll be all right. She has Chase with her, and she’s the best for a reason. It’ll be fine.” Garrett threw a scalding look my way as he continued to pace. Nate nodded, his hand moving away from his beard after my words. Despite my words, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at the clock again. Stone huffed out a low chuckle.
“You all seemed worried. Guess you don’t trust her as much as you thought you did,” he challenged. Turning my attention to him, my eyes narrowed in response to his smug smile.
“We trust her just fine,” I murmured, daring him to continue to push me. He let out a derisive snort and faced forward toward the wall of liquor behind the bar.
“Yeah, well, let’s hope she doesn’t fuck it all up,” Stone muttered. He continued to grumble inaudibly under his breath before taking a large swig of his drink, no doubt going
on about Kiera or some other petty nonsense. He gives Garrett and me shit about how we’re ‘obsessed’ with Kiera, and yet he always has to be the first to comment on her. Whiny, hypocritical bitch.
“You know, Stone,” I started, “for someone who seemingly dislikes Kiera, you sure do have a lot to say about her. Makes me wonder if you’re trying to convince us or yourself that you don’t like her. Either way, you’re doing a piss poor job of it.” He tensed under my prodding but didn’t continue to argue his point, choosing to take another drink instead. Garrett growled under his breath as he continued his incessant pacing.
“I know she’ll be all right, but that doesn’t make the wait any easier,” Garrett challenged. “You’re not as calm and collected as you’re playing off though, Boss, so don’t sit there and lecture me.”
“Yes, I’ll admit I’m a tad uneasy,” I admitted in a huff, hating that I had been called out. “But I’m not full-on panicking either. What could go wrong? They said there weren’t any guards actually in the room and they’ll both be armed. We only have to wait for”—I checked the clock on the wall over my shoulder, again—“another twenty minutes before we hear from them. It’ll be fine,” I urged, trying to calm him.
“I fucking hope so,” he muttered, still pacing. Sighing, I turned to face the bar.
It’s going to be a long twenty minutes.
Kiera
I felt sweat building at the back of my neck as I crawled through the vent, Chase right on my ass with half of the gear. The trek was slow going and a bit more difficult in my harness. Once again, I was thankful that the vents were so large that they allowed me room to maneuver when the harness got uncomfortable. The low-lying scooter was attached to a rope that connected to Chase’s belt. It silently rolled behind him while we each carried a few harnesses for the girls and extra rope wrapped around my torso for the pulley-belay system Chase had strapped to his chest.
