Page 30 of Mile High Heist

Madoc gave me a slow, sweeping look. The man beside him looked unwell, but I chose to believe it was Madoc’s proximity and not my attempt to be seductive.

“Anything you need from me, sir?” I asked Madoc softly.

Madoc’s brow twitched. Any other guy would’ve asked questions, like why I was suddenly coming on to him in the middle of economy. But not him.

Madoc was annoyingly quick to get with the program. He was always ten steps ahead, anticipating my every move.

His lip quirked, like he found it hilarious. Which, yeah, not a great boost to my confidence. My cheeks warmed in embarrassment, but I didn’t retreat. I had a job to do.

Madoc crooked his finger, beckoning me closer. His bottom lip had the faintest red stain from the Skittles.

Fitting, considering his unspoken blood kink.

Instead of speaking, Madoc reached out when I leaned over and adjusted my scarf. He notched it precisely to the left. Lucille would approve.

Then his eyes flicked down, so quickly that I almost missed it.

Something warm pulsed through me.

“What’s the verdict, Sherlock?” I asked him.

He hummed. “Gold star, Watson.”

I leaned closer, so we couldn’t be overheard. “You think this will work?”

“Pretty girls are distracting.”

He’d told me that before. Right before he used me as bait during the last job.

The memory sent me reeling back from him.

I hoped he choked to death on his stupid candy.

Plastering on my winning smile, I marched across to the other side of the cabin. I knew I didn’t imagine the bounce of a Skittle or two against my back.

Asshole.

As I got closer, my heart pounded harder.

The plan was simple: flirt with Peter, get close to him, identify the prototype. The fact that I had a plane full of witnesses was just the icing on top.

I was about to lie to a profiler. If he saw through me, not only would I die from humiliation, but it would also jeopardize my cover. If that happened, we’d have to resort to plan B.

Plan B involved too much murder for my liking. If Jax had his way, he’d probably kill Peter and take the prototype before we’d even reached Zurich. I knew that was how they’d done it in the past. They weren’t killers, but they made exceptions for men like Peter.

We only kill those who strike us first, Jax told me once. A noble thief, if there was such a thing.

My palms grew clammy. Quickly, I swiped them over my skirt, removing any creases.

I could do this.

For Molly.

I’d do anything for Molly.

Preacher had never explicitly said what would happen if I failed, but I knew. Molly was his leverage. He made sure to mention her name many times in conversation. A constant reminder of the stakes.

I will always protect you and Molly.