Not for long.
Technically, that money belongs to Dimitri, or, it will once we kill Boris, and with a few taps of the keys, it’s transferring into a brand new, shiny offshore account under the name,Oliver R. Gladdersov.
I’m so goddamn brilliant I surprise myself at times.
“We have fifteen minutes,” I say as I get to my feet, scanning the room for the first time since we broke in through the big ass picture window. “Who decorated this place?”
“Fifteen minutes until what, love?”
“The drapes are very medieval while the furniture saysI’ve always wanted to be a hospital administrator.”
“Leon?” Styx whispers as I put my hands on my hips and turn in a slow circle. “Fifteen minutes until what?”
I tilt my head back and follow the architecture with my eyes. “The vaulted ceilings are nice, but the crown molding looks like shit.” I point to said molding. “It was Boris, wasn’t it? He doesn’t strike me as someone with very good taste in literally anything.”
“Leonidas,” Niko hisses through clenched teeth.
I tilt my head from side to side as I read through some of the titles on the bookshelves, slightly impressed but more shocked by what I see. “Okay, maybe he has decent taste in classic literature but that’s where it stops. Eh, he has a few nice cars, too, but?—”
“Fifteen minutes until what?!” D shouts as he chucks a throw pillow at me. “We didn’t have all day to begin with but you’re fucking with whatever deadline you slapped on us now.”
Right.“Fifteen minutes until I’ve drained Mia’s secret accounts as well as their joint ones.” I glance at my watch. “Well, more like thirteen minutes and fifty three seconds. Fifty two, fifty one?—”
“Oh, fuck.”
The panic in Niko’s voice has all three of us on guard, our hackles raised and bodies poised for a fight against an enemy we can’t see as we face him.
He’s holding a file in his hands, an actual file folder and quickly flipping through what looks like a hell of a lot more papers than the three we’ve been finding.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Goddamnit.”
Dimitri abandons the table he just flipped and rushes toward our omega, craning his neck in order to read over his shoulderwith his good eye then immediately snatches the folder and echoes his concern.
“What’s going on?” Styx looks between them, his stormy gray stare meeting mine briefly as I hold my breath. “What is it?”
“Stupid fucking cunt,” D growls as he tucks the offending item into his jacket, glances around the room, then nods toward my laptop. “You have to stay connected to the wifi here to do that?”
I nod slowly. “Yes… I could stop now but it would look kind of strange if all of her accounts weren’t cleaned out.”
At least, it would to me.
I’m an all or nothing kind of guy.
“How long if you try to get into Boris’ shit?”
My brows raise as I quickly do a little math. “Another twenty minutes, give or take. Why?”
“Do it.” He takes out his glock and checks the clip, repeating the action on the other two guns hidden in his clothes as he motions for us to do the same. “You armed?”
“Always.” I move back to my laptop and start hacking into the accounts that are about to make us fucking billionaires. I bet we’d be richer than the fucking Vatican and the pope himself if we could find whatever cash and assets the old man has on sight. What he has above board is close to that as it is. “But you know that’s not my preference.”
Styx slips his brass knuckles over his right fingers then another set on his left. “What the hell is going on?”
“There was a fucking hit on Tatiana,” Dimitri growls as Niko adds, “But the bitch sold her to Hayk instead.”
The windows along the north and east walls shatter at that exact moment, glass breaking inward right along with several big motherfuckers who come rushing toward us with guns drawn.
I grab my computer, ready to close it and scrap the whole thing until I hear my beta yell, “Don’t fucking stop until we have every last penny!”
