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“You don’t know what I was going to say.”
“I can guess,” I say to him.
He leans in. He’s younger than he looks, but his features are hard, like he’s done some fucked up shit. He grabs my arm. “No, you fucking can’t, bitch.”
My blood turns cold because though I’ve never seen him before, I suddenly have a good idea as to why he’s here.
“I’m getting it done,” I snap.
“Good.” He lets me go and smiles. “Make sure you do. Time’s running out.”
“I could do with the final piece.”
“I’m just a messenger,” he says. “And I delivered it. Have a good evening.”
The fucker turns and leaves.
I stare after him. Another hire. Got to be. These people watch and hide.
They’re scared of Jac and Hendrick finding out who they are before they’re ready for their final move.
My phone buzzes. Hendrick.Start in half an hour. Alphabetical order. You’ll have three hours, tops. Don’t get caught.
The last jewel is secure, and I’m out of Maximo’s place, the timing down to the razor wire as I slide out, reset the alarm. In that second, a sleek limousine pulls up.
Talk about a close call.
From my hiding place, I can both see and hear.
Not the words, but the tone and his expression. He’s furious, and only one audible sentence floats across the grounds as he goes in through the front door. “Heads are going to fucking roll.”
With that, I wait until everything’s quiet and security moves into place. As the car pulls out, that’s when I make my move over the fence. Attention’s on the car and nowhere else, so I use it to my advantage.
By the time I get back to the apartment, they’re both there—Hendrick and Jac—and whatever heated conversation was happening stops.
But it hangs in the air, heavy and thick like poison.
I glance at them and go into the study, and then, leaving the bag with the jewels on the chair, I pour a drink and go in search of them. They’re in the little used library, and I like that even at this place, Hendrick has books.
I’m sure Jac has them, too, but apart from nosing around a little that time I broke in there, whenever I’m at his place, I’m a bit distracted by the rough, borderline wrong sex.
“Do you have a library?” I suddenly ask the blond god with a vicious soul and buttery voice. His despotic elegance is displayed in dove gray and emerald green tonight.
Hendrick’s in classic charcoal, the gorgeously cut suit perfection. Despite everything, my insides throb and hum.
Jac frowns. “Of course I fucking do. I can read. I like reading. I just usually have better things to do.”
“Involving cunts?” I ask, sweetly.
His eyes narrow as his mouth turns in a nasty little smile. Hendrick comes up and takes my drink for himself.
“Careful, Cat,” he murmurs near my ear, “your boy Jac’s in a mood.”
“He started it.” Jac’s green eyes swing to Hendrick. “He’s a jealous ass, knows you prefer me.”
“I can’t deal with you two right now.”
I stomp out, or attempt to, but Hendrick’s arm comes around me to pull me back into his body. “What did you take? Hmm?”
