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“You have a way with words, Dahlia Belrose. No, they are how we’ll be getting in.”
We donned black leather gloves, and even ski masks, which I thought was a bit overkill. Overkill, and slightly ridiculous. I felt like a person in a movie getting ready to rob a bank. After getting out of the car, we stayed in the shadows, and made our way to the rear of Marco’s little compound. Drake found a small fuse box leading from the main fuse box to a set of wires that ran around to the front of the building.
“What is this?” I hissed, keeping my voice low.
“The schematics for this house are available online for anyone who has the means to look. The electrical system had an addition put on when Marco bought the house. This little branch that runs the gate out front. If I”—he reached forward and snipped the wire with his cutters—”do that, then the gate is no longer operable. We can simply push it open.”
“You know you’re like a secret agent or something, right? How the fuck did you learn all this?”
“Lots of practice, lots of study, and of course, lots of money. Come on.”
The surrounding area was silent, everyone was inside enjoying dinner, or maybe even sleeping. None of Marco’s neighbors knew the shit storm that was about to happen. They’d have a hell of a story to tell later on, depending on how we decided to leave the scene.
We stopped at the edge of the gate, still hidden in the inky black shadows. I leaned around the corner and peered into the cobblestoned courtyard. The other bodyguard strode by, smoking a cigarette, a shoulder holster holding a pistol under his left arm. He seemed completely absorbed by whatever he was looking at on his phone. His head was bent, eyes locked on the screen.
“What do we do about him?” I asked.
Drake put his lips to my ear. “He’s aligned himself with a monster, that makes him a monster by association.”
Good enough for me. One less piece of shit on this earth to fuck with innocent people.
Drake stood, moving so silently that he was almost like a living shadow. The guard turned, still looking at his phone, and headed up a pair of steps leading to the second floor. Once he stepped through the door, Drake pulled the gate forward by about a foot and slipped through. I followed, pushing the backpack through fast before joining him. He led me to the dark alcove beneath the stairs, and we settled into the darkness only a few seconds before the door above us reopened.
Now that we were closer, I could hear what the man was watching on his phone. The muffled moans and groans of a woman, plus the wet slapping sounds of sex. He was supposed to be protecting his employer, but instead, he was walking around in the dark watching porn. Drake lifted his shirt and pulled a hunting knife from his waistband, holding a hand up for me to stay where I was.
The bodyguard reached the bottom of the stairs and turned right, only to find the dark muscular shadow of Drake in his way. The man flinched, dropped his phone, and opened his mouth to scream, and at the same time reached for his gun. With one swift movement, Drake swept the knife across the man’s throat.
Gun forgotten, the man clamped his hands on his throat as blood spurted from the gaping wound in his neck. He dropped to his knees, making almost soundless groaning noises. Blood spurted out his nose as he tried to scream. Drake, standing above him, clutched the knife in both hands, blade pointing down, raised the knife high above his head. Drake gave a grunt of exertion as he brought the knife down as hard as he could onto the crown of the man’s head.
Pock. The sound of the blade burning into the skull sounded like a hammer tapping on wood. The knife was up to the hilt. The bodyguard’s eyes rolled back, and several spasms shook his limbs as he fell over. The twitching continued for two or three seconds before he finally went still.
Staring at the carnage, I could feel my pussy growing wet at the sight. I slipped out from under the stairs and reached for Drake, running my hand down his stomach to his crotch, and felt his cock, hard as iron under his pants. He was excited too.
“Looks like you’ve got another weapon here,” I whispered. “Do you want to stab me with that?” I squeezed his crotch.
Drake let out a trembling sigh. “Soon. We still have work to do.”
He and I dragged the body into the shadows on the off chance anyone walking or driving by looked over. The blood puddle remained, but it would look like nothing more than oil in the dark light of night. Drake had to put a foot on the dead man’s shoulder in order to pull the knife free of his skull. A weird high pitched skree sounded as the blade scraped against bone when it slid out.
Leaving the body to rot, he crept up the outdoor stairs to the door the guard had come from. Drake crouched low, pressing his ear to the door for several seconds before inching it open. Inside, we found what looked like a small kitchen with a tiny table and two chairs. Upon going deeper, it turned out to be more of a modest apartment with a common area taken up by a couch, bed, a coffee table and a small TV on the wall, along with an incredibly tiny bathroom with a stall shower. The bodyguard quarters? That had to be what this was. A place for Marco’s men to sleep and live while watching out for him and his wife.
Drake slid his phone from his pocket and scanned through the blueprints he’d downloaded.
“We need to get to the third floor. That’s where the master bedroom should be located.”
“I’ll follow you,” I said, readjusting the backpack.
Another door in the living/sleeping area took us to a hallway. The efficiency apartment had been decorated in the sparse nature of a prison or school, this was much more opulent. The rest of the compound reminded me of the playhouse. Thick carpets, heavy and ornate wood paneling, intricate chandeliers and wall sconces, and expensive looking furniture.
As Drake led us, slowly, toward another set of stairs, the hair at the back of my neck rose, and I turned, snapping my head around to check behind us. Nothing. My heart hammered in my chest. It felt like we were being watched. The same feeling I’d had before.
“Are you all right?” Drake whispered, his voice barely audible.
There was a moment of hesitation on my part, but I eventually shrugged it off. “Uh, yeah. All good.”
“Are you sure?” He eyed me, a spark of worry in his gaze.
“Yeah. Freaking myself out. Thought I heard another guard or something,” I lied.
