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She recited the conversation as best as she could remember. As she imitated her dad, her voice deepened and took on a condescending tone. My mind brushed away the amusement I started to feel.
I took a few seconds to think as she finished talking. “We need to go back,” I said. “We…you’re in danger.”
If these guys could sneak into a penthouse apartment and tap a phone without getting caught, they were good. Real good. So I need to beat them at their own game. Somehow.
Alexandra looked up at me, shoulders slumped. Her eyes searched mine, looking for reassurance.
Now ain’t the time to be a pussy. This girl needs you. Fuck, you need her. Time to show these guys what it means to mess with Cruz Miller, I thought, my mind resolved.
I took a deep measured breath in and held it for a few seconds. Folding my arms over my chest, I exhaled slowly as my mind raced to formulate a plan.
Grimly, I looked off into the distance. Feeling Alexandra staring at me, I did my best to look tough, nonchalant, and in control. “Right. Ain’t no big deal, the way I see it. We still have a card to play.” I raised my hand to my chin, rubbing my sharp stubble thoughtfully.
Alexandra shifted in her seat, wiggling her perfect ass nervously. “Which is?” she said, expectantly.
I kept her waiting for a little while longer, enjoying her rapt attention. “Thing is, they don’t know.” I paused and turned to look at her. “That we know they know. Get it?”
She frowned. “That’s it? That’s your genius master plan?”
“Think about it Lex. We start running, they know we’re on to them. They pounce hard and fast. Guns blazing. I’m tough, but I ain’t bulletproof. Well, I nearly am. Could probably take a good few flesh wounds, but still, I’d rather not.” I tapped my chin thoughtfully. “Other option is, be as calm as fuck. Ice cold. Carry on to Prague. Hit them when they ain’t expecting nothing. Seriously fuck them up.”
I turned to look at her. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks were red. She gaped at me, her mouth half open.
“I mean, fuck them up so bad they can’t operate. Get it?” I continued, trying to justify my plan. “Take out the fucking brains, and most of the muscle.”
When she still remained quiet, I suddenly worried that I was being too brazen, possibly scaring her.
“Cruz,” she said, her voice was low, “right now, I’ll do anything you say. Anything.”
“Anything?” I raised my eyebrows and smirked. “Get your pretty butt back on that fucking desk. Now. We’ve got fifteen minutes.”
Alexandra
I was glowing as we calmly checked out fourteen minutes later. Most of the staff had changed since our entrance last night, but some were staring at us in fascination.
I could still taste Cruz in my mouth as I spoke to the guy on the main desk. After all, I hadn’t wanted him to make a mess of me before catching a flight. It’s not as if we had time for a shower afterwards.
“Hey. I’m afraid we broke your phone,” I said to the receptionist. “And… a few other items that were on the desk.”
“Yeah. Got a bit carried away.” Cruz chimed in.
The guy stared incredulously at us before speaking. “No problem, mademoiselle. We have, uh, spares, you know. Thank you for staying with us. I hope you come again soon.”
We thanked the desk staff, and strode confidently through the front door, our arms locked. Two bell boys carried my suitcases and Cruz’s pitiful duffle bag.
I made a mental note to get him a decent bag when we got back home. Something manly. Brown leather. Expensive.
A valet had brought the Mercedes around to the front of the hotel. Cruz gave him a hundred euro note. The valet’s eyes widened.
“For last night,” Cruz said with a nod. “When we… were in a hurry.” He then handed the bell boys a fifty euro note each, and they thanked him profusely, shaking his hand and looking at him as if he was a movie star. I didn’t blame them though. He looked like he could have been some kind of action-movie hero. Meaner than Vanne Damme, and harder than Stallone. Not sure about Schwarzenegger in his prime. Now that would be a fight to see.
“What’s brought about this sudden generous streak?” I asked, laughing as we got into the car.
“I’m always generous,” he grunted.
I remember his words earlier— to be cool because if they tapped the phone in a penthouse apartment, they could have bugs anywhere.
I grabbed his thigh. “Just get us to the airport, you handsome thug. We’ve got a plane to catch.”
