Page 97 of Damián

“¡Hermano!” Oh man, I haven’t seen him in almost three weeks. I sprint and pull him into a tight hug.

“I knew it,” Björn laughs, hugging me back. “I am completely irresistible, and you love me… but Dami, I’m a top, so you’ll have to break your rule and kneel for me,” he says and pats his thighs. “Kneel, baby.”

Behind me, Holden clears his throat, looking deeply confused. “Ahh… okay… I’ll just go. Take care, guys.” He backs out of the office and shuts the door.

“Knock it off. Knox is going to kill you when he finds out you just traumatized his magical coach.”

“He’ll live,” Björn just shrugs, opening the back door of the truck. “Get in.”

“Are you taking me on a date? But Björn, I am strictly a top, so you’ll have to admit you do bottom and bend over.”

Björn bursts out laughing.

“Get in the car, smartass. I’m taking you to something way better than any date in the world.”

“Fuck no! A B&E?!”

“B&E, baby!” He screams, and we do a little dance.

“¡Sí! ¡Dios Santo! It’s been ages since we did one of these.” I go back to grab my gym bag and jog over to the OPS truck.

I climb inside and lie flat across the back seats. Even though the windows are tinted, it’s always smart to stay out of sight for at least a few blocks until the coast is clear. Especially with my own private shadows following me.

Björn jumps into the driver’s seat, hits the button for the garage door, and pulls out onto the street.

I lie flat, staring up at the truck’s ceiling while Björn drives. The adrenaline is already spiking in my blood, and I feel incredible.

Damn, this is exactly what I needed.

A distraction.

A chance to blow off some steam and just feel better. Maybe not a hundred percent cured, but better, for sure.

“What building are we breaking into?”

“Synapse Delta.” Without taking his eyes off the road, Björn points over his shoulder. “There’s a bag under your seat. Change into those clothes.”

“Why does that name sound super familiar?” I ask, already changing into the black pants and long-sleeve shirt.

“Because it’s one of the companies the informant leaked to the CIA.”

Great.

And now I’m thinking about Oliver again.

Damn it, Björn.

“Alexios found a money trail leading from that company straight to one of Elijah’s personal accounts. Since it’s basically impossible to hack into Elijah’s network, we’re going to tap into Synapse instead.”

“Sounds good.” Once I’m dressed, I climb over the center console into the passenger seat and pull on my seatbelt. “Security level?”

“Seven.”

“Seven?! You said this was going to be easy.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, do you want to break into a fenceless playground instead?” he asks, and I just glare at him. “Okay, fine. It’s not the easiest, but it beats Elijah’s. His system is like a fucking twenty out of ten.”

More like a fucking two hundred out of ten…