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For me, the hardest part was getting in past the security on the gated grounds, but when I say hard, it’s something that I enjoy. It’s a game to unravel and this wasn’t the most complicated.
I went in through a back second floor window and through to the master bedroom, the noise from dinner filtering up.
Honestly, I’d prefer to have waited until we got a location fix on the earrings, but after spending half the day—when I wasn’t getting fucked by Hendrick and Jac—researching it all at Harry’s and then at a café, I took the next best thing.
The ring.
I know we’d decided to try and wait, but I didn’t have my trackers on when I took it, and waiting would have been dumb.
A dinner party is the perfect time to do what I did.
And now I have the ring.
The trackers are back on, and I’m at a bar, a dark one in Downtown, waiting to hear from Hendrick.
Side job. Rob these items from these people. That’s what the text read.
But that fucking list…
Quinate.
Every fucking one.
And the jewels don’t fit.
So maybe we’re wrong about them wanting a set of sorts to form a story, or this is something new.
Stealing from every Quinate member?
A trap.
Rock and hard place.
Death around the corner.
All these things keep jumping at me. “Shit.”
Are you fucking insane?Jac texts me.
I sigh. He’s with Hendrick, and Hendrick told him. I reached out to Hendrick because Jac’s already threatened to rip heads from bodies and me texting him directly might’ve been enough to send him on a bloody rampage.
Hendrick, at least, can control him.
As much as anyone controls Jac.
I don’t have a choice, asshole.
Then a text comes through from Hendrick.With Jac.Areyou fucking insane, Cat?
Just because I agreed to this three-way doesn’t mean you both get to boss me around.
He texts me again.We did this for you, Cat.
I know. I’m an ass, too.Shit, Hendrick, I don’t have a choice. But I also don’t want your friends to murder me first and then ask questions.
There’s silence, and I sip my drink. A good-looking man comes up to me, a little too well dressed for this place.
“Not interested,” I say dismissively.
