Page 119 of Mile High Heist

She smiled wistfully, that spark of defiance in her eyes making my chest throb. “You’re not going to stop me.”

She was wrong.

I would stop her.

There was no fucking way I was letting her go just like that.

My eyes snapped to Madoc, whose eyes were trained solely on Olivia. Evaluating. Considering. When he looked up at me, I saw the same conclusion.

It wasn’t fucking over.

We were Crows. We always had a plan.

Stepping back, I kept my face deliberately blank. “Fine.”

Olivia’s brow furrowed slightly at my easy submission. Then the suspicion crept in, and I resisted the urge to snarl at her again.

Olivia turned to the Viper, her face hardening. “I’ll patch you up. You let the captain go. We leave together and everyone makes it home.”

The Viper grinned, his teeth bloody. “Almost. You’re forgetting something.”

Her eyes narrowed. “The prototype.”

I was prepared to cut in again when Madoc stepped into the light, already reaching into his pocket. “Here.”

No fucking way.

I opened my mouth, then snapped it shut at the quick stab of his eyes. Right.

Madoc handed the watch to Olivia. She accepted it gingerly, like she expected it to explode in her hand. I didn’t blame her.

Madoc’s head dipped down, as if he was going to kiss her. My gut clenched hot, but I couldn’t figure out why. Jealousy? Anger?

Excitement?

Nope. Anger. It was always fucking anger.

Olivia froze, apparently caught in the same thread of disbelief. Madoc hovered above her, his lip quirking. “Scared, mouse?”

She glared at him. “I told you not to call me that.”

That just made him smirk. He reached between them and closed her fingers over the watch, sealing the deal.

Then he stepped back, his face blank again, as if nothing had happened. I knew I was missing something important.

Olivia took a deep breath and extended the watch to the Viper. He snatched it up like a snake, his eyes lapping over it reverently. Olivia swallowed, her shoulders tense.

The plane shuddered, windows rattling like a warning.

The Viper said nothing for a moment, then winced and shoved it back at Olivia. “Put it on,” he said. She fastened the watch to her wrist. Then he nodded at the kit. “Time to move.”

For the next five minutes, I watched in furious silence as Olivia stripped off his shirt and patched up his wound. It was only a temporary fix. The Viper paled even more, but his aim on the captain never faltered.

The captain made a wet, gurgling sound that put my teeth on edge. His eyes were starting to bulge.

We had to get this fucker off the plane right now.

I crossed my arms as Olivia stepped back to admire her work. “So what’s the plan, asshole?” I asked.