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“Oh, my sweet summer child.” Reign pats his hand.
“I still say we kill her, but fine. What about some torture techniques?” Dal offers.
“I like your idea, but I’m thinking something less breaking the Human Rights Act,” Reign explains.
“We pay someone who looks like her to film a sex tape!” I shout.
She sighs. “We aren’t about revenge porn, babe.”
“The best ones are the simplest. You want to stop her from coming for you? Then scare her.” Raffiel shrugs. “You want that revenge? Then look into her eyes while you show her what you’re willing to do if she crosses you again. Make her remember why you are Reign Fucking Harrow.”
“I like this idea,” I say.
She nods. “Me too.”
* * *
Top secret model espionage is kind of fun. It’s not like our missions from before, so I’m almost enjoying it as we all dress in black and idle outside of one of Sal’s houses up in the mountains above the city. The lights are on but nobody’s in—talk about wasting power.
“How long do we have to wait?” I groan, shifting in the seat before turning to Reign. “Baby, come sit that pretty ass on my lap. I’m bored.”
Rolling her eyes, she climbs toward me, and I perk up, but then she sits on Dal’s lap, who wraps his arms around her and grins at me. Covering my chest with my hands, I feign dying. “The pain, the betrayal.”
She licks her lips and I track the movement, insanely hard. “I have three holes—”
I push down my pants as she laughs and leans back. “Mean,” I mutter.
“Lights,” Cillian points out, and we sit up straighter and turn to peer out the front window just as a car pulls up to the gates. Sal gets out, waving at someone, before heading inside, teetering on her high heels.
“Mission Smack a Ho is a go,” I whisper as Reign giggles at my side and climbs over me to get out, purposely dragging her perfect ass over my cock.
“No fair,” I mutter as I climb out after her and pinch her nipple, making her yelp. “I’ll kiss it better later.”
“Easiest access is over the west wall. Dal and I will cut the alarm and cameras at the back door,” Cillian says as he tugs his mask down, and I do the same. We can’t be too careful. Reign might like going to prison, and it might be good for her reputation, but I can’t be that far away from her. Not for too long anyway.
She pulls down a matching pink mask, her pouty lips tilted up in a grin in the hole. “Let’s go, team every hole is a goal.”
“Wait, I thought we were team slong-a-dong,” I say as we hurry across the road.
“Nope, Cillian and I changed it,” she replies as Raffiel holds out his hands to boost her.
“Traitors,” I grumble at her back as she places one foot in his hand and he tosses her up and over before taking a running jump, pushing off halfway up the wall, and flipping over. “Well, shit, now we have to show off.” I roll my sleeves back and crack my neck as she gapes, straddling the wall.
“Watch this, beautiful,” I call quietly.
I take a few steps back before rushing at the wall. I manage to clear it, gripping the lip and flipping myself over, landing on my knees in the flowers next to an annoyed Raffiel. Reign claps softly just as Dal flips over and onto his feet on the ledge. Grinning down at her, he offers her his hand and pulls her up, lowering her down to us before hopping down casually.
“Wait, where’s Cillian?” she hisses, only to find him leaning against a tree, watching.
“I give it an eight for a clean dismount, but I give myself a ten since no one even saw me get over.” He winks at Reign. “Don’t you think, babe?”
“For sure.” She nods as he carefully rolls his sleeves back. She watches him, almost drooling at his arms, and he notices. No doubt the fucker will cut all his shirts now so she’ll stare at his arms all the time.
Maybe I should. I have nice arms. Glancing down, I flex them, only to look up and see them all watching me. “What? Shouldn’t we be moving?”
Sal saunters past the kitchen and upstairs, lights coming on deeper in the house as she goes.
“Okay, team, time to get serious.” Raffiel crouches, and we all automatically copy him, falling into old habits even if we aren’t invading enemy territory, just a spoiled brat’s house. Reign copies us too, and I can’t help but grin at our girl. “Okay, Reign is with me. We enter through the back door. Dal, I want you to enter through the second story, but stay out of sight for now. Cil and Astro, I want you to go in through the front. Is that understood? We enter low and slow. I want this tight and quiet, boys.”
